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"Chuuyaaaa~"
The redhead glared at the owner of the voice, his hand was busy fanning himself with his notebook. "What." His tone was anything but friendly.
"It's hot~!" Dazai cried out, trying to get Chuuya to fan him too but to no avail.
"I know that even without you telling!" Chuuya growled, pushing away the limbs trying to wrap itself around him. "Don't hug me, it's hot enough!" He growled, annoyed at Dazai's neverending attempt of pulling him into an embrace. Not only they're in class, it's goddamn summer!
Dazai whined loudly; thank God the others were so busy with themselves to give a damn. Chuuya still smacked him on the head for that. "Stop complaining, goddamnit, I'm hot too! And my hair is longer than you, thus I'm way hotter than you!"
Dazai looked at Chuuya before shaking his head. "Nuh uh, I'm taller than Chuuya, I'm hotter."
"That's not the hot I meant- God, I'm losing brain cells from talking to you."
"You didn't deny that I'm hotter and it's not like Chibi has any to begin with."
"Insufferable asshole." Chuuya breathed out loudly, choosing to focus on fanning himself and ignoring Dazai.
"Can I cut your hair? Chuuya said it's hot because it's long, right?" The brunet asked innocently while Chuuya looked at him with horror.
"Hell no! You put scissors anywhere near my hair and those scissors, I promise you, will get impaled on your stomach." He said seriously but Chuuya being serious only ignited the fire within Dazai even more.
"Anyone have a pair of scissors?" The brunet called out loudly and an innocent kind student did offer Dazai one who skipped his way to take it.
Chuuya's eyes narrowed at the boy. "You want to die that badly?" He challenged Dazai who's back on his seat with a pair of scissors in his hand.
Dazai smirked at him and suddenly the class' attentions were on them, watching as the tension grew. "Come on, just a little snap." Dazai laxly twirled the item in his hand.
"Cut it, I dare you."
"You said it's hot."
"And I don't remember saying anything about cutting my hair!"
"Maybe because dogs don't have good memories?" Dazai blinked, brown eyes full of fake innocence and Chuuya was very tempted to stab him with those scissors. "Come on, just a little~! I'm doing it for Chuuya's sake too, you know!"
"For Chuuya's sake, my ass! You just want to entertain yourself!"
"Chuuya, don't be so stingy! You said it's hot because your hair is long!"
Before Chuuya could fire back, a feminime voice called out to them, effectively cutting the argument. Chuuya looked up at the female that had made her way to his seat. "I-I hope this helps." She said while dropping an object at his desk and scurrying away to her own seat.
Chuuya looked at the small item before smiling gratefully at her. "Thank you, Hina-san." He said and grabbed onto the hair tie.
"I wanna do that!" Dazai intercepted and Chuuya rolled his eyes.
"What now?"
"Let me tie your hair up." The brunet proposed and Chuuya gave him a look.
"Return the scissors first." He said after a while and watched in amusement when Dazai immediately went to give the scissors back to its owner.
After making sure Dazai's not going to harm his hair, he passed the rubber at Dazai and turned around so his back was facing the brunet who brightened up like a kid.
His hand easily gathered the long part of Chuuya's hair and lifted it up high enough before securing it in place. He did it with practised ease, it's as if he always helps Chuuya with this when in reality, it's his first time.
"Who did you do this for, huh?" He growled at the male.
"No one, promise." Dazai answered, flicking the high ponytail and grinning at his own work, definitely satisfied.
Just as he was about to return to his seat, one thing caught his attention.
Chuuya's body straightened in shock as he shivered when he felt something wet on his neck. He whipped his head so quickly, to look at Dazai wide-eyed, that his neck made a cracking sound. "W-What are you doing!"
The brunet smiled at him. "Salty."
Blushing bright red, Chuuya swatted him away. "Well, what do you think sweat tastes like!"
Instead of backing down, Dazai's smile widened once he got a once over of Chuuya's new look. "You look beautiful in that hairstyle, babe."
And the red on Chuuya's face has never known limits, going deeper as the male gets more embarrassed. "Shut up!!"
Dazai laughed gleefully at that and easily evaded the notebook thrown his way.