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Chuuya released a heavy sigh. Today's just not his day; First, he got caught in a fight when all he did was to try splitting them apart - besides, who the heck fights in the morning!? - then a teacher came into the picture and voilà, detention. Not to mention, he ended up being late to his first class, forgot his math homework at Dazai's, and speaking of Dazai, the bastard wasn't replying to any of his messages which is very unusual since the man lives to annoy the living hell out of Chuuya. Then when he tried to seek comfort from his trusty pack of cigars, he found them empty. Perfect.
To : Mackerel
Reply to me, asshole
To : Mackerel
Don't ignore me
To : Mackerel
What the fuck are you mad about?
To : Mackerel
Jerk
To : Mackerel
I hope you drop your bento
To : Mackerel
I fucking hate you
By the time of his detention, Chuuya had given up trying to get Dazai to reply to him and so he sat in suffocating silence, glaring at the group which got him there in the first place and receiving satisfaction as they cower in fear.
"Nakahara, stop glaring."
Chuuya couldn't care less about that.
Only another half an hour left.
To say that Chuuya was disappointed wouldn't be so far from the truth; he's, in fact, very disappointed. No sign of a certain annoying brunet waiting for him in their common intersection or the park near their houses and with slumped shoulders, Chuuya quietly walked himself home. Stupid Dazai.
His house too, was empty with both his sisters gone shopping and Chuuya heaved another sigh before hopping into the shower.
He later found out that Dazai truly has yet to send him a single text. How insufferable! But instead of getting mad like he should, Chuuya swallowed his pride and pressed dials; surprised when Dazai actually picked up on the first ring but no sound came from the other side.
Chuuya exhaled. "Listen. I have no idea why you are mad at me but I have had a terrible day and can you please-" Chuuya looked at his screen. "He hung up." Pissed, the redhead threw his phone onto the bed. "Stupid fucking mummy. I hope you trip and hit your head on the cement."
Deeming a little nap would do him more good than harm, he didn't bother with his wet hair as he threw himself the same way as his phone to the bed and closed his eyes for some much needed sleep.
Later when he blinked his eyes open, Chuuya noticed the air had gotten a lot chillier and he felt something cold against his cheek. He noticed the sensation before the familiar bandage. "Asshole, what the fuck are you doing here." He rasp, voice heavy with sleep as he turned his body around.
Dazai sighed, brushing away some wet strands away from his face. "You're the one who asked me to come."
"Yeah, until you hung up on me. I changed my mind."
"I don't care."
"Seriously, fuck off."
"Do you really want me to?"
Chuuya didn't answer, closing his eyes again and hell if Dazai's cold hand didn't feel nice on his skin.
"Figured." And he could totally hear the smirk in his tone. "Chibi, turn around."
"Why should I listen to someone who ignored me the whole day?" Dazai didn't answer but he heard some rustles and the next thing he knew, Dazai had hovered above him. "What? I thought you're mad at me?"
"I am. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you anymore."
"Why are you mad, anyway."
Bottom lip jutting out into a pout, Dazai told the older male : "Chuuya didn't give me my morning kiss."
The redhead looked at him in disbelief. "That's it!?"
"And the bento! Everything is veggies!"
Chuuya was torn between punching or kicking the man on top of him. "What the fuck, Dazai! And here I thought it was something serious!"
"It is serious!"
"Can I punch you?"
"With your lips? Yes."
Groaning, Chuuya grabbed onto the front of Dazai's shirt and slammed their lips together. "Insufferable, annoying, idiotic bastard." He grunted into the kiss before pushing Dazai away so he could sit up. "I can't stand you."
The brunet scrunched his nose. "Maybe because Chuuya's too short to reach me?"
"My height has got nothing to do with this!"
"Anyway~" The brunet sang, gathering Chuuya into his arms and pulled him into the space between his legs. "What happened to my widdle slimy slug today?"
Chuuya didn't seem to entertain the idea of hitting or cursing him so he just leaned into his chest, curling into a ball small enough for the entirety of Dazai's body to hide him.
"That bad?" The brunet hummed, rubbing Chuuya's upper arm gently, his lips soft as he kissed down Chuuya's throat; stopping once in a while to nip on the skin.
The redhead moved his head accordingly, granting more access for the younger one. "Not that bad but it still got on my nerves."
"Aww, little hatrack, there, there." He cooed, pulling away to pat Chuuya's head like a little kid.
"Can you not get on my nerves, too?"
Dazai grinned, rocking their bodies together slowly. "Want me to spend the night?"
"Will you?"
"Anything for my stupid little Chibikko."
Chuuya said nothing, but he did pinch him hard enough for Dazai to let out a scream that got Kyouka running to his room.
"Kyouka-chan, your brother is such a brute!" He rubbed the reddening spot, pouting at the 9 years old girl who showed no reaction to Dazai's antics.
"Kyouka, he's spending the night."
She nodded. "Okay. Dinner will be ready soon. Please make sure you both look appropriate when you come down."
"We weren't doing anything!"
Icy cold blue eyes stared at Chuuya's identical one and the young girl then pointed to his brother. "Your neck. Ane-san will not like to see that."
That got Chuuya reaching for Dazai's phone, opening the camera to check the area that was littered with tiny red marks.
"DAZAI, YOU MORON!"
And the culprit smiled sweetly at him as he offered : "I have spare bandages."