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‘ Ring . Ring . . Ring . . . ‘
The sound of Kunikida’s phone ringing felt so repetitive and at this point, even traumatic.
That sound. That fucking sound.
He was so tired of hearing it already, he’d heard it at least 50 times that specific day. Every time he picked up the phone, all that could be heard from the other side of the line is a (sort of) dramatically whining Oda.
Oda actually had a really bad headache, so he had to stay back at both of their current shared apartment. He insisted Kunikida leave him be, he’s well aware of how to take care of himself so it wasn’t such a terrible idea at the sound of it, but that turned out to be a horrible idea.
It was so fucking bothersome. He couldn’t work for shit if this was going to keep up. It’s barely even 2 pm.
He really needed to tell Oda to stop. He was so close to doing so. Yet, every time he picks up the phone, STRICTLY to tell Oda to stop bothering him, he can feel himself soften after hearing Oda talk from the other end.
If this was going to keep up, he wouldn’t be able to get much done. Dazai’s teasing and giggling didn’t help either, it just made the blonde more annoyed, while also making him flush all shades of pink. What the fuck has this duo done to him toda—
‘ Ring . Ring . . Ring . . . ‘
There it fucking was again. That goddamned ringtone.
What the fuck. He just wants to work.
Though he could easily just decline the call, put the phone on silent, and go back to work, he picked up — as he did for the past few hours.
“ Sakunosuke. “
“ Oh? First names all of a sudden? I can do that too, Doppo.”
“ I’m being serious, please, I... “
Come on. Just say it. He’s having trouble actually saying it.
“ Hm, what is it dear? “
“ Please, I... just want to work. “
“ I know, I just miss you so much. I’m practically touch starved at this point. “
“ We literally cuddle every night, how are you touch starved!? “
Kunikida could hear Dazai giggling so much while eavesdropping on them. He doesn’t think Dazai realized he could clearly hear the brunette, but that giggling was not helping.
On the other end of the line, Oda could be heard giggling too. These two...
“ Fine, fine... I’ll leave you alone then, though I better be promised lots of affection when you come back. “
I mean... that’s not hard at all, Kunikida simply agreed to it, but feeling sort of guilty for some reason, disadvantages of overthinking at times, to be honest.
“ Alright... call me if you need anything, but please, don’t bother me randomly.. “
“ Got it, dear. “
“ Thanks, I’ll hang up now. I have a lot of work left to finish... “
“ Alright! “
—and with that, he hung up.
Finally, he could work in peace... Well, for the most part, he was still well aware that an unavoidable issue for the rest of the day is Dazai, but he’s been able to keep up with the brunette’s shit for over 2 years at this point, that won’t be a huge deal.
When Kunikida went back to his and Oda’s apartment. He was greeted by a so-called ‘ touch starved ‘ Oda, who basically flew into his arms as soon as he entered the door.
“ Missed you lots. “ Oda murmured, he genuinely acted as if he was touch starved. How.
Kunikida was certainly bothered a lot that day, but he couldn’t say he didn’t miss him too. He’s too loveable if Kunikida was, to be honest.