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My god was it a long day for Chuuya, all he wanted to do was go home to his apartment and sleep. He finally got out of the building and literally charged towards home.
Big mistake walking to work today, Chuuya thinks he’s just gonna pass out right where he walks. Holding his hat while storming down the sidewalk, he finds himself oddly out of breath. God was he tired.
Clicking of shoes are heard coming down the sidewalk, the person seems to be wearing complete black so it was hard to see them until Chuuya saw the height difference.
A child? At, what? 2 AM? How odd. The kid walked straight past Chuuya, not even phased. Chuuya decided so stop him because it seems the kid is heading toward the Mafia headquarters.
“Hey twerp!” Chuuya called out.
The kid stopped, finally Chuuya could see that he was wearing a black trench coat which seemed familiar.
“What do you want, old man?” The kid said sternly.
Old- OLD MAN?!? Chuuya is only 22?! How does he look remotely old. Okay calm down maybe it’s because it’s dark out.
“I’m no old man, but that’s besides the point.. now let me ask you shorty, What the hell do you think you’re doing walking towards Mafia territory at a time like this?!” Chuuya interrogated.
“None of your business.” The kid said while turning around revealing bandages and a stare filled with bloodlust.
Chuuya squinted at the sight, rubbing his eyes, making sure what he was seeing was correct. Correct him if he’s wrong but only one kid could ever show THIS much bloodlust from a stare, have bandages wrapped around him and that long black trench coat.
“Dazai?! What in the ever living hell are you doing looking so damn young?!??! Y’know you’ve pulled off some mighty good diversions like the stupid granny costume you tricked me with but this..”
Analyzing Dazai carefully he steps closer to him catching Dazai off guard.
“Back up weirdo. I don’t want to be near you.”
Chuuya yanking himself backwards in offense, snapped backed at Dazai.
“Excuse me? Who you calling “Weirdo”?—“
Interrupting him, Dazai replies,
“You of course.. nobody should know my name so why do you know it.”
“Damnit Dazai! I thought you were a fucking prodigy! I’m Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara?? Ring a bell dumbass?”
Showing a slight confused face, Dazai looks Chuuya up and down.
“Chuuya? What the hell.. why do you look so different..”
“ ’Cause I’m 7 years older! You ARE 15 correct?”
Shaking his head slowly, Dazai steps back a bit.
“So does that mean..”
“Mean..?”
“You are still short even after 7 years, thought you said you were “still growing”, what a liar you are.”
Chuuya could feel a vein pop out of his head, but he held in his scream.
“You heading to your room, huh?”
I mean it’s not like Dazai can’t go back to that room all of his port mafia shit is still in there ‘cause Mori refuses to clean it out…
“Tsk, Idiot. Even after all these years you’re still clueless about it. I don’t live or sleep that room, I sleep in a shipping container. Bosses orders.”
Dazai rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
Shipping container? Dazai was correct about one thing he WAS clueless about THAT. So while Chuuya was sleeping in a nice apartment, Dazai had to sleep in a container.. and knowing Mori the damn thing is probably still there too.
If Chuuya put together the pieces of the puzzle right, it was most likely to isolate Dazai OR make sure he’s always watching him. Either way it’s fucked.
Sighing Chuuya comes to a decision to let Dazai stay with him til he becomes his proper age again. How lovely.
“Look Dazai, now that I know you ain’t gonna stay somewhere thats legally called a building you’re gonna stay with me til further notice, ‘mkay?”
Dazai stayed still, thinking. Well Chuuya probably does have food to eat and he won’t be cold while sleeping for awhile..
Closing his eyes, while looking down he responds,
“Fine.”
Chuuya gives him a smirk for the good cooperation and starts moving forward, while Dazai keeps up with him.