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Chuuya snarled, his leg kicking out in a high arc aimed to not quite decapitate the brown haired man before him. “Of all people to work with on this mission it just had to be you!” He snapped at Dazai, fierce glare on his face, full of all the hatred he could muster towards the other man.
Dazai sneered back at him. “As if I wanted to work with you either, chibi. Alas, work is work after all. And this is a partnered mission so i can’t just make you do all of the work…” He sighed dramatically before perking up. “Oh! I know! Chibi can just use his brawns to do everything while I just sit back and watch!” he suggested this with a smile, prompting a harsher glare from Chuuya.
“That’s what happens every time! And don’t call me that bastard! Or I’ll really fuck you up!” Chuuya whisper-screamed, as to not make much noise. He was positively seething with anger right now, as he always was whenever Dazai spoke. Dazai spun around to face Chuuya, and smirked.
“Do it. I dare you.” He challenged, cold and cunning. “I dare you to hurt me Chuuya. You wouldn’t even be able to do something like that in good conscience, would you?” His gaze became dark and harsh, all playful light gone from his eyes. Chuuya’s anger faltered, and his glare softened before coming back twice as harsh. He grit his teeth and stepped closer to Dazai, reaching to grab his collar. He grabbed him and pulled him to his level, before growling.
“You think I can’t hurt you? Without hating myself for it?” He started off in a low tone, dark and dangerous. “You think you mean that much to me? It’s laughable.” He was clearly lying, his body tense and shaking. Dazai didn’t point it out. He decided to let Chuuya vent his frustrations against him by bothering him a bit and letting him snap at him. He knew Chuuya, as much as one would know themself, and he knew Chuuya wouldn’t hurt him unless he really messed up big time.
Chuuya was his partner after all, and they’d do anything for the other.