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His figure reflected in the small rain puddle by the asphalt road, back turned and barely seen as a person but a blurry silhouette of a figure that Chuuya has (irritatingly) retained deep within the corners of his subconsciousness without question even after years of their departure. It should be considered normal since he pretty much spent most of his youth with that person.
Dazai stood, the teardrops of the gentle clouds phasing through his clothing. He wasn’t moving at all and remained still. Maybe hoping to get hit by lightning in this crazy storm. The brunette, as if expecting the petite male, turns to him with a smile.
It was obvious that it was feigned. It was too inviting yet frigid, lacking warmth. His eyes devoid of color, dull hues replaced the fondness Chuuya was so used to seeing with someone Dazai was close to.
If only he could share that friendliness with him too.
Chuuya felt a lump on his throat, preventing him to say anything. Dazai’s eyes stare through him still and Chuuya had the unnerving need to do something to stop that bandaged bastard from gazing at him like that. He could almost hear the noise that was repeatedly resonating in his mind.
Chuuya looked back, lost in what to do.
It went in what felt like forever, the scorching gaze that burned on Chuuya’s skin was taken out as he walked on forward, the muddy puddle now wrinkled as it was stepped on; the reflection of Dazai now creased. Slowly, the aching distance between them decreases until Dazai’s expressions were no longer recognizable. Chuuya glared at Dazai before lifting the umbrella to his height before the forced grin on Dazai’s lips soften, his eyes smiling as well.
“The dog finally found his master.” Chuuya only clicked his tongue as their eyes continued to speak for themselves, stroking his thumb on the handle of the umbrella. He then found his hand on Dazai’s trench coat, pulling, guiding him closer to Chuuya. The frigid wind bites their exposed cheeks and Dazai leans in. He leans in and gives Chuuya a faint peck on the lips before smiling genuinely, exactly what Chuuya was looking for. It was so much better than the cavernous-like look that occupied his countenance in earlier moments. Chuuya didn’t give the kiss a second thought, even though he could see Dazai’s own raindrops staining his cheeks, smell the melancholy on his coat, taste the bittersweet flavor of honey on his lips. He didn’t mind his first kiss was with this living mummy.
He didn’t mind at all. The streetlights flicker as the rain subsides and Chuuya reached out for Dazai’s hand, giving it a squeeze as he takes hold. I love you. Dazai squeezes back almost instantaneously. I love you too. These unspoken words hang in the air as they walk home together, hand in hand. Their breathing in flawless rhythm with the euphonious warmth of it surrounding them as the whitest of clouds.
Dazai and Chuuya stayed in together in comforting tranquility as they held each other in affectionate cuddles, knowing that it’s raining somewhere else other than here. But luckily, a rainbow comes after the rain.