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Chuuya falling out of love.
When PM and ADA meet, sure, they bicker. Like when they were younger.
It's a lot of yelling and it's a lot of curses. But there's a change in the tone, a hidden needle, that seems to be noticeable only for Dazai.
"You bastard"
It seems different.
It hits different and soon enough both organisations come back to their usual work.
And Dazai can't really wrap his head around it. Not until next week. When he's going down the streets to fetch some sake.
He would recognize this silly hat everywhere.
And, perfectly for him, Chuuya is going in the opposite direction so they're going to meet face to face.
So Dazai can for a moment get some peace of mind, get this needle out. And when they do pass by one another, Dazai's smirk is met with nothing.
No screaming, no changing the pavement, no curses. Chuuya looks up at him, and Dazai knows he has recognised him, of course he did.
And when he reaches out to grab his arm---
Chuuya steps to the side.
"Fuck off" Dazai hears and just like that Chuuya is gone.
Later on Chuuya will think about it, looking at the bottom of the bottle of his favourite wine, curled up on the couch.
Because sure, he doesn't love Dazai anymore.
But who said that the memories of the once strong feelings can't hurt?