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Chuuya knows that look. It's a look that screamed : 'Hey, I've got this really bad idea that I'd like Chibi to participate in but of course it's not a mere idea because I've indeed gone and done something!' He prepared himself for an upcoming headache as he asked, "What did you do now?"
Dazai was grinning at him and Atsushi, seemingly to be hiding something behind his back and Chuuya swore he's not curious in the slightest. Hell, it'd be better if Dazai didn't show him anything. But of course, the brunet had to pull something; a paper to be exact and with a very excited voice, he exclaimed : "I'm running for the student council's president."
Chuuya choked on his food and thank God Atsushi was quick to offer him water and pat his back. "You what!?"
"Geez, what's with that reaction." The brunet pouted. "Anyway! Of course, Chuuya will be my vice-president while Atsushi-kun, should we win the election, you'll be the secretary!"
"Wait just a goddamn minute!" Chuuya ran his fingers through red locks. "Don't you have to receive approval from the principal? And also numbers of supporting signatures from other students?"
"Of course, I already have it all." Dazai grinned, showing Chuuya that indeed he's gained the principal's approval and a lot of supporting signs. "All's left is just the actual election."
"What did you blackmail them with?" Atsushi, amazed, blurted out.
"What's that supposed to mean, Atsushi-kun! I didn't blackmail them!"
Chuuya shook his head. "You totally did. Why would you suddenly want to be a part of the student council?"
"Mhmm because I'm bored."
"Being a president isn't all games and fun, Osamu. You'll have a lot of responsibilities!" The redhead said matter of factly. "Are you sure you would like that?"
The brunet nodded. "Why not? I have Chibi."
"You're saying you're gonna dump all of your stupid president responsibility on me." Chuuya massaged the bridge of his nose and he didn't hesitate to punch his shoulder when Dazai answered with a very confident : "Of course!"
"I hope you lose."
"Now, for starters, Chuuya, I'll leave the campaigning to you."
Chuuya tried to kick him, but the brunet managed to evade him and stood up, his grin never once leaving his face. "I'll make sure you lose." He breathed out.
Well, but Chuuya will always be Chuuya. Despite the words coming out from his mouth, he's never the one to half ass things.
It was a day before the election's debate and Chuuya looked horrible, it actually made Dazai feel bad.
"You look like shit." He said that anyway.
"Yeah, thanks to a certain someone." He groaned, resting his forehead on Dazai's shoulder and Atsushi might have looked away because moments when Chuuya's the one to initiate things, it always feels strangely intimate that he felt like he's intruding something he shouldn't be.
"I was just joking, you know, it's just something for my entertainment." Dazai murmured to his hair, holding him by his waist. "I just wanted to torment Chuuya."
"You're really the worst." Chuuya breathed out. "Let's just see how it'd go. I still hope you lose, though."
"And I doubt that. At first I didn't really care whether we win or lose but I'll make sure to win them, now that I see Chuuya putting such huge effort into this."
Chuuya groaned. "God, no. I don't want to experience being dumped tons of workloads by an irresponsible asshole of a student council president."
The brunet chuckled. "Look forward to it, Chibi."
The redhead rolled his eyes and pulled himself up. He looked around and raised a brow. "Where's Atsushi?"
Dazai blinked, letting a quiet laugh. "I have no idea."
The brunet watched from the side of the stage, smiling when Chuuya nervously went up to it; maybe he should've given him an encouraging kiss, after all. It's cute, seeing the usually confident Chuuya getting shy and nervous in front of everyone. He readied his phone to record in case Chuuya embarrassed himself.
"My name is Nakahara Chuuya and I'm here to present a speech in support of presidential candidate Dazai Osamu. Good day." The redhead started after a clear of his throat. And as the speech went on, Dazai couldn't believe how much effort and passion the Chibi actually poured into this. There's no way he wouldn't win this election.
"Please vote for Dazai Osamu." Thus, signalled the end of his speech as he bowed and left the stage while the audiences clapped behind him.
"Good work, Chibi." Dazai praised, patting him on the shoulder. "That was amazing." Chuuya said nothing and merely gave him the middle finger. "Now I guess It's time to go and win this. We shouldn't let my Chibi's hardworks be in vain, after all. Get ready to suffer."
Chuuya could only whine as it was Dazai's turn to get onto the stage.
Chuuya looked at the board and could only sigh at the voting result. "Well, looks like I won." Dazai snickered from beside him as the rest of the students clapped for them.
The both of them stepped forward and Dazai was told to deliver another speech with Chuuya behind him. Now, listening to the strangely appropriate and formal words slipping out of the insufferable mackerel wasn't an everyday occurrence, so Chuuya made sure to listen to each and every word.
He scoffed when Dazai thanked him in his monologue and snorted when the brunet promised to work his 'hardest' for the students.
"And so before I end this speech, there's something I'd like to do."
That caught Chuuya's attention, he looked at Dazai who turned at him with a wide grin. The very same grin he had on his face when he told him he's running for the president position.
"What now?" The redhead cringed when Dazai kneeled in front of him and took one of his hands. What kind of embarrassment is he forcing him to bear now? "Osamu, stop this shit." He could also see from the corner of his eyes, Atsushi lifting his phone up, most likely recording and 100% percent Dazai's order.
"Chuuya." The brunet looked at him, eyes twinkling while Chuuya looked like he's better off dead when he answered : "What?"
"Be my boyfriend?"
Chuuya blushed bright red at that, trying to pull himself away from Dazai's surprisingly strong grip. "What the fuck, Osamu!"
"Come on, answer me." The brunet whined, pulling on Chuuya who's trying to escape. "Chibiii~!"
Chuuya sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, God- We've been dating for years, dimwit! Now get up, finish your goddamn speech and get to cleaning the auditorium!"
Smiling brightly, Dazai jumped on his feet and pecked Chuuya's lips briefly. "Okay, boyfriend. Just making sure you and everyone knows."
"What the fuck was that for?" Chuuya confronted once they're alone- well, save for Atsushi. "Don't tell me you went through all this trouble just to do that in front of people?"
"Eh~ no way~" Dazai smirked as he lounged lazily on the bench.
It totally is. Chuuya could only shake his head at that, throwing a balled paper which the brunet evaded effortlessly while grinning like the idiot he is. "I demand a break up!"
"No way~ you're stuck with me for the rest of your tiny life!"
"Come here, you asshole, I'll do you a favour by breaking your fucking skull."
And Atsushi ended up being the only one doing the actual job as the two -now- student council president and vice-president chasing around the huge auditorium like 5 years old kids.