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Dazai hums as he wraps himself with his blanket, a cup of coffee in his hand.
Like clockwork, at six in the morning, a cute and very short redhead jogs towards his doorstep, looks left and right surreptitiously like a squirrely thief, before taking out a small bouquet of flowers hidden inside his coat, and leaves it on the doorstep.
It’s always a different flower every day.
Dazai’s never been interested in flower language, but he’s been recently memorizing such things.
Cute redhead jogs away, blushing faintly, and Dazai suddenly feels himself very thirsty as he tracks the other man’s ass from the crack on his doorway.
Once the cute redhead moves out of the view, Dazai opens the door and picks up the bouquet. Today is asters. Patient love. How terribly cute.
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Atsushi bemoans his fate to his friend. “Dazai-san was singing in the shower! Singing! It was not the usual suicide song! He sounded so happy! It was terrifying!”
Kyouka pats his shoulder in commiseration, using the free hand not holding on to her crepe.
“He’s never woken up this early! I was worried that he’ll never even know what sunrise looks like!”
“Shut up, jinko,” Akutagawa says from two rows away. “Nobody wants to hear your complaints at such an early hour.”
Atsushi sticks his tongue out at the other man, who merely coughs and ignores him.
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Dazai’s never been the sort to wake up early, but recently, he’s been waking up at 5 AM, something like giddiness suffusing his body. Cute redhead always comes at 6 AM, but Dazai’s too… excited to go back to sleep. Might as well do his homework while waiting for today’s delivery.
Like clockwork, the flowers arrive at 6 AM, brought along by a chibi who always looks like he’s one second away from picking a fight with anyone who manages to catch him in the act of doing something so… cute.
Today’s flowers are red carnations. My heart aches for you.
Dazai stares at the flowers and thinks—that tomorrow, he’ll reward the chibi for always providing him entertainment.
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Oda takes a blurry picture of his smiling friend and posts it on his Facebook, which is mostly filled of pictures of his friends and occasional plates of curry.
Oda Sakunosuke posted an image.
Dazai-kun actually showed up to class. His admirer is a good influence on him.Sakaguchi Ango posted a comment.
Should we stage an intervention?Oda Sakunosuke posted a reply.
I think Dazai-kun plans to talk to him tomorrow.Sakaguchi Ango posted a reply.
I mean for his admirer. Someone should orient him about the horrors he’s about to face.Oda hums as he considers it. Looks at Dazai’s smiling face as he brags about having such a cute admirer. He has a feeling things will be okay even without their meddling.
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At exactly 6 AM, Dazai opens the door, just in time for the redhead to lay down a bouquet of red camellias on his dorm’s doorstep.
The line that he’s been practicing all night in front of his mirror—much to Atsushi’s chagrin—is looping inside his head.
Since you have the taste to be in love with me, I think you’re alright. Even if you’re a chibi. So we should date.
At exactly 6 AM, the redhead jolts at getting busted, nearly violently dropping the bouquet of flowers in his grasp. The blush on his face grows into a full bloom, rivalling the intensity of the flowers. Blue eyes widen and it’s even more beautiful than any river that Dazai wants to jump into.
And so, at exactly 6 AM, the lines that Dazai has painstakingly prepared, despite his roommate’s opposition, become:
“Even if you’re a chibi, I think you’re alright.” Dazai feels himself be infected by the redhead’s blushing. “You should date me and fall in love with me.”
The chibi redhead looks like he’s about to fly into rage during the first half, but then he also looks like he’s about to combust by the second half.
“I don’t even know your name…?” The chibi finally manages to get out after a few minutes of simply staring at each other.
“You can call me ‘darling’,” Dazai blurts out, suddenly worried that if this redhead searches for him on the university’s directory, all he’d see are the posts on OdaSaku’s Facebook and the list of women crying about getting jilted. But then again, if the redhead already is leaving him flowers… then he should know who he is, right? So Dazai quickly adds, “But my name’s Dazai.”
“R-Right…” The chibi nods uncertainly and tries to awkwardly wave the flower bouquet towards his direction. Really. How terribly cute. “I’m Chuuya.”
“Chuuya.” Dazai tests the name. It sounds vaguely familiar, but his impeccable memory can’t place it. “A cute name for a cute chibikko.”
“Stop calling me chibikko!” Chuuya hisses, but the volume is fairly controlled, since it’s barely past 6 in the morning.
Dazai shrugs. “Okay, dearest.”
“Y-You—!” Chuuya looks like he’s about to yell some more, but then he also looks like he’s remembered he’s got somewhere important to be. “If we’re going to d-d-date, you have to stop calling me weird names!”
“Okay, darling Chuuya.”
“Urghhhhhh.”
There’s still that vibrant blush on Chuuya’s face though, so Dazai counts that as a win.
That blush nearly takes over his entire face and neck when Dazai reaches out and plucks the bouquet from his grasp, promising, “I’ll take care of this for you.”
“R-Really?” Chuuya’s eyes are shiny with hope and appreciation. With obvious relief in his smile, he says, “Thanks!”
Dazai’s just a man, okay?
He gives in and kisses Chuuya right there, because nobody should be that adorable at six in the morning. A few minutes later, Dazai lets him go, once his lips have grown shinier than his eyes.
With a quick sleight of hand, Dazai takes out Chuuya’s phone from his pocket, and enters his number in front of wide—and amazed—eyes.
“Call me later,” Dazai tells him, before giving his nose a peck. “Now, Kunikida-kun from next door is going to wake up soon, so you should leave if you want to keep our love affair a secret~♪”
Chuuya huffs, but pockets his phone and jogs away with a small wave of his hands.
Smiling, Dazai watches him go, leaning against the door because really—it should be a crime to be that cute in the morning.
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side chuuya
“How is it, Chuuya-san?” Akutagawa asks as soon as he enters their dorm room. “Did he say something?”
Chuuya’s still in a daze. “…I got a boyfriend? I think?”
“Congratulations.” Akutagawa’s expression is already bitchy by default on most times of the day, but he’s a lot more acidic in the mornings. “Now, did jinko say something?”
“Your jinko isn’t awake yet, I think.” Chuuya says slowly as he sits down on his bed, still dazed. His mouth still feels tingly. “His r-r-roommate said he’ll help me pass the flowers though?”
Akutagawa lets out a dismayed sigh, prompting Chuuya to pat his friend’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll soon understand your feelings! Don’t worry! I helped you pick really romantic flowers today!”
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