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Depression had its hold on him once more. Chuuya couldn’t help but feel bitter. It was nearing the end of his freshman year and he still had no further contact with Dazai since that one winter night. He hadn’t even seen Dazai on campus. He tried not to let the feeling of heartbreak overwhelm him, but it was smothering him.
He was early for his biology class for once, deciding to take a back seat by the window. He was lost in thought when he became aware of someone taking a seat next to him. He glanced over, seeing a familiar face. It was the girl with the butterfly hair clip, the one that reminded him of his mother. Yosano, if he was remembering correctly. She usually sat in the front of the class, hardly even looking in his direction.
“Good morning Chuuya,” she said, giving him a friendly smile. “May I talk to you about something?”
This was very odd. Chuuya felt anxiety building in his chest. “I suppose. What is it?”
“Well, I’m sure you know about the big end of the year university trip, and I was wondering if you were going?” She rested her chin on her folded hands.
“I’m not, why?”
“Well, you should, because Dazai wanted me to let you know that he paid for your bus pass and hotel room.”
Chuuya froze. Dazai? The brunette hadn’t even spoken with him in over two months, and now he was sending a messenger to tell him he was sending him on a trip? Chuuya wasn’t sure how to feel. Anger was seeping through him, but it wasn’t dominating. He rubbed his eyes, wishing that things could just be simple for once.
Yosano leaned back, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’m going, and Dazai and I were gonna invite you to go clubbing with us.”
Chuuya shook his head. He didn’t even like the parties on campus, so he felt confident clubbing wasn’t his thing. Especially not with Dazai there. Especially when Dazai couldn’t even tell him all this himself.
He mentally berated himself as he followed Dazai and Yosano onto the bus.
He didn’t let Dazai sit next to him. Dazai had the nerve to act like nothing was wrong, like he didn’t just ignore Chuuya for the past few weeks. Yosano was beginning to get on his nerves as well. Her and Dazai were practically joined at the hip, knowing anything and everything about each other.
But why should he care? He didn’t want to grow that close to Dazai.
He could feel Dazai's eyes boring into the back of his skull, making his anger rise with each second. He wanted nothing more than to ignore the idiot, but he couldn't find a proper distraction. He eventually slipped his hat over his eyes and tried to sleep. Luckily, Dazai left him alone for the rest of the trip.
He wasn't thinking, berating himself when he realized Dazai had arranged for Chuuya to be his fourth roommate. He was regretting everything as he placed his suitcase down, only happy that Dazai had gotten a multi room suite. The other roommates were also not as bad. He had only met Kunikida a few times, and all their interactions had be professional and pleasant (not counting the time he woke up hungover in Dazai's bed). The other was an older boy named Ranpo. Chuuya recognized him as the one who constantly flirted with Yosano, and that was all he knew about him.
Chuuya knew it was Dazai when he heard someone lean against the doorframe. He ignored him, continuing to unpack a few of his things.
“You're mad at me,” Dazai noted.
“No shit,” Chuuya replied. “You spend a night with me, practically ghost me, then have Yosano invite me here? What isn't there to be mad about.”
“I didn't mean to make Chuuya mad,” Dazai said in that dreamy, far away tone. “Emotions are just scary.”
Chuuya stood, turning to face Dazai. “And what the hell does that mean.”
Dazai smirked, placing a finger against his cheek and leaning on it. “Perhaps it means I like Chuuya.”
“You're a bastard.”
“Will Chuuya still go clubbing with us? I got you your own fake ID and everything!” In one swift motion, Dazai moved closer and slipped the card into the breast pocket of his jacket. However, Chuuya was faster, grabbing Dazai’s wrist and twisting it enough that the brunette yelped.
“You don’t provide a good argument for yourself,” Chuuya said as Dazai began to squirm in his grip. “However, if you promise to buy all my drinks, then perhaps I will join you.”
Dazai was looking especially handsome. Chuuya made an effort to keep from staring as they waited in the hotel lobby for Yosano to come down. He busied himself with his phone, hoping Dazai wouldn’t notice his short gazes every so often. He couldn’t wait to begin drinking and try to forget about Dazai.
Eventually Yosano came down and they made their way to nearby bar. It was dark and loud, filled with people yelling over music and the crack of billiard balls colliding. Dazai kept his promise, buying every drink Chuuya ordered. It wasn’t until his second drink that Chuuya began to feel the fuzziness of being drunk. He could tell Dazai wasn’t on the same level, but was getting close; after how many shots Dazai would take at frat parties it made sense his tolerance was probably high.
There was a moment when it got more crowded, causing Dazai to be pressed against him to make more room for the crowd. Chuuya couldn’t help but blush, surprised when he could feel the brunettes warm breath against his ear and his chest against his shoulder.
“Buy me another,” Chuuya demanded, resting his chin in his hand and pushing the now empty glass away from him. He felt Dazai smiling as he whispered an agreeance against the shell of Chuuya’s ear. Chuuya pretended not to care.
By the end of his third drink, Chuuya’s head became very clouded, and the next thing he knew he was pulling Dazai closer to press their mouths together. Dazai tasted like spiced rum and whiskey. It wasn’t long before Dazai had him pressed against the bar, kissing down his neck and grabbing at him. Chuuya ran his hand through Dazai’s hair, pleased to feel the brunette moan against his skin.
Suddenly, Dazai was gone and Chuuya fell back in his seat. He felt his face go red with anger until he realized it was Yosano, who couldn’t contain her laughter. “Do you guys want to leave so you two can get it on?”
Dazai turned and gave Chuuya a lazy smile. “I’d like that.”
Chuuya got up to wrap his arms around Dazai. “Sure, but if you ghost me again, I will kill you.”
Dazai smiled and pressed a kiss into his hair. “It won’t happen again.”