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Why the fuck did he care?
He shouldn’t. And he knew he shouldn’t. Dazai was nothing but an annoyance, always knowing exactly what to do and at what time to tick Chuuya off. He was a bastard, shitty bully who treated Chuuya like a dog.
Then why did his betrayal hurt so badly?
Why did Chuuya think every time head-lights passed his apartment window it would be Dazai, planning to ‘discreetly’ break into his house and see Chuuya. To have a glass of wine with him before taking things to the bedroom.
And now everything was quiet save for the city. The city they would look out too on nights like this, when Dazai was beside him. He wanted to tell him what he felt in moments like that, but he never did, and he’ll never know.
Those nights were everything, their days were nothing.
They weren’t dating, not boyfriends. Just lovers, but not publicly. Publicly they were partners, but not to the extent only they knew.
But it felt like should have been more. Like it was wrong that they weren’t. It wasn’t love. But it was mad, mad love. It was wrong, but right.
It was crooked. A crooked love.
Once in the two years he lived under the radar, Dazai did drive past Chuuya’s apartment. His head out the open window, gazing up at the man on the balcony holding his wine glass solemnly.
Part of him wanted to go up there and talk to him. To relive the memories they had in that apartment. But he couldn’t. Not only because he was supposed to be hiding, but because in his mind, Chuuya must hate him for leaving.
So he kept driving.
Dazai heard his voice first, echoing through the dark halls of the dungeon.
Chuuya saw his handsome face, illuminated by the dark lighting.
They resumed their dynamics from their days of nothing, but they both thought the same thing.
We're a crooked love.