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“So I was the opening act?”
Chuuya stood in the middle of Mori's room as he was sitting leisurely on his seat. He had recovered quite quickly after the fight with the Dragon with no major injuries.
“Dazai-kun is the star.”
Of course he is…
His calm expression didn't falter but something about his words did irk him. What did he expect the boss to say? What did he want to say?
“And what do I get in return?” Chuuya asked back.
“The return order of the city.”
A small smile appeared on his face as he closed his eyes briefly, “The peace of the city, huh?” That’s all he can get.
“Good work.”
He began to walk over toward the doors, “You don’t need to thank me. It was your order. I’m just doing my job.”
Chuuya opened the doors and found Kouyou standing a few metres away from the door.
He didn’t say anything to her but gave a small smile and left the door open and continued to walk through the lonely hallway.
At least he could drink to his heart’s content now.
- - -
“Dazai-kun is the star.”
Chuuya growled, slamming his glass on the table, finding himself at a small bar nearby and stopping there to waste his wallet for drinks. He wanted to get as drunk as possible, with the bullshit Mori put him through, he didn’t want to think.
He risked his life for the sake of this city and Dazai is still the saviour?
Of course he fucking does.
“Something happened to you?”
A seat beside him slid as a stranger took the seat beside him with his own glass in hand.
Chuuya peered over at him, he couldn’t really pick out any colours because he was pretty much drunk and lightly shrugged his shoulders.
“Just work…” He replied.
“Too much work? That's understandable. It’s quite relaxing being here, don’t you think?”
He buried his face in his arms. “Yeah…” he groaned back, “I feel like I don’t get credited enough with these things…”
Chuuya changed the subject, he wasn’t going to brood about this any longer.
“What brings you here?”
“Me? Well…” There was a small delay in their answer. “Let’s just say I’m here for someone.”
A gust of wind blew into Chuuya’s ears as he looked into the man’s dark purple eyes. They were weirdly familiar but it must be deja vu. He’s never met the guy.
“Oh? A lover…? That’s nice…” he murmured back, “it reminds me of someone else… I used to have a lover but he sorta left me…”
The stranger hummed, “Tell me more, I’m curious.”
“We met a few years ago… I was 18 and he was 20. We dated for 2 years and things happened… he never told me what I did wrong… but…” he slurred his words. “He sorta ditched me and disappeared without a word. I mean, it’s not the first time someone’s done that to me… an old acquaintance of mine had left without a word and now I found out where he was…”
Chuuya zoned off, gazing at his glass of wine, swaying gently.
“I wonder…”
He hiccuped, “if I meant anything… to them… but you must have it better than I do… Feelings are fucking annoying! I still… have feelings for that stupid rat…”
The man sitting beside him took a sip of his drink.
“I don’t think you did anything wrong. I’m sure they had their reason.”
“How…” Chuuya hiccuped once again, “would you know that?”
A smile rested on his lips, the redhead couldn’t tell what kind of emotion he was portraying. Almost emotionless. “My love life isn’t as easy as yours either. You could say it’s like yours.”
“Really?”
Chuuya perked his head and finally took in the full image of the stranger.
Hair nearly touching his shoulders, dark as well and neat. Alluring shades of purple eyes that made Chuuya unable to look away.
He smiled and lifted his glass of wine up towards Chuuya. “Let’s cheer for a better love.”
“Yeah… for better… love…”
He shakily lifted his glass up as well as their glasses touched, making a small ‘clink’ sound and drinking to their heart’s desire.
Chuuya laid his cheek against the cool tabletop and stared at the stranger, who kept drinking. He looked like he had a better alcohol tolerance than him.
“You know, you do remind me a lot of him…”
The man set his empty glass down, “Oh? Your lover?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think you should be going on and saying that to people.”
His eyes were getting slightly fuzzy. He drank too much and was losing consciousness. He didn’t say anything other than to be captivated by the deep purple eyes, “maybe… I should…n’t…”
Fuck…
“Especially, not in front of me….” Chuuya felt a hand softly brushing his cheek as his vision blacked out but vaguely heard him talking, “Chuuya.”
- - -
Chuuya leaned against his touch, “Mmm…” he mumbled with a line of drool coming from the corner of his lips.
“You have done quite enough today, solnyshko.”
The executive was peacefully snoring and sleeping comfortably on his bed. His legs sprawled on the bed, his arms randomly placed while getting him into suitable clothes was the challenge.
Fyodor couldn’t remember the last time he was hit by one of Chuuya’s unconscious punches. By barely dodging the blow, the wall did not get a good look on it. Luckily, he wasn’t the one who got punched and got him changed without any injuries.
He sat on the edge of the bed, mesmerising how gentle Chuuya looked.
So vulnerable and serene.
He would’ve forgotten he was a mafia executive by the way he slept.
The moon shone through the curtains and onto some of Chuuya’s hair that was messily arranged on the pillow.
“Why must you make it so hard for me to resist you, Chuuya?”
Fyodor interlaced their fingers and held their hands against his chest. He kept there for a while, treasuring every second before planting a kiss against Chuuya’s forehead.
“I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark for so long, solnyshko.” He slid his fingers out of his hand and stood up and gazed at the resting redhead. At least he was getting the sleep he needed.
“Mmm… ass… hole… get back… here…” Chuuya randomly mumbled, tossing and turning slightly. He pressed his lips together tightly with his face changing into discomfort.
“Do…n’t go… Fed…ya…”
A frown deepened on Fyodor’s lips.
“He never told me what I did wrong”
A few loose strands were covering Chuuya’s face as he brushed them away from his face.
“We’ll meet again, Chuuya. Give me a little more time.”
The door shut closed with a small click.
As Chuuya woke up the next morning, he found himself back in his apartment with a bottle of one of his favourite wines on the table in the kitchen.