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The trees flew by the window as the dreary drops of rain tapped the glass.
Dazai followed the tiny clusters of water particles as they flowed down the pane, separated from his skin by only an inch of glass. The sky was dark with the evening clouds.
It was a quiet night. The train attendants left him alone for the most part, most likely put off by the melancholy that seemed to stick to his skin and clothes like a thick syrup. It suffocated him with longing, weighing him down.
He was grateful for the distance. He couldn’t be bothered to deal with other people right now, not even for so much as asking for some water.
All he wanted was to be off this train, out of the station, and into the arms of his lover. He was probably waiting for him.
The rain continued to patter against the trains exterior. His eyes continued to be guided by the drops on the window.
It had only been a week away from him. Dazai’s father had dragged him out on a business trip so he could get some experience for when he inevitably takes over the family business. The same business he has no interest in. He’d been able to slip away a day early and was now on his way back to Yokohama.
He had tried to get out of it completely, but in the end, it had been Chuuya who pushed him out the door.
It had only been a week away from him, and yet the hole in his chest grew with every passing minute not spent in the safety of his arms. Like a gaping cavity it ate him hole, consumed him in the most devastating way.
The train stopped.
A year ago he would’ve been scared of this feeling, of loving someone so completely that it would tear him apart the second he was away from his other half. Now, he accepts that this is what it means to give himself to someone else.
Now, as a corpse, he drags himself off the train, spurred on by the promise of a warm bed and an even warmer body in his cold arms.
He only has a little while longer before he can fall into him and rest.
The rain is still pouring when he gets out of the station. He doesn’t have an umbrella.
The sky is dark, as though it’s been kept from the perfect blue just as he has.
He picks up the pass.
He pull his coat tighter around himself as he approaches their street.
A flash of red greets him as he turns the corner. A smile tugs at his lips, the first one since he left.
Chuuya is sitting on the front porch with an umbrella by his side. He looks up when he hears his footsteps, which is surprising considering the rain should drown them out.
Brown meets blue.
the perfect blue.
His hair is tied in a low messy bun and he’s in his pjs, an oversized t-shirt that appears to be one of Dazai’s and some sweatpants.
his bare feet pat against the ground along with the rain as he carries the umbrella out to meet Dazai half way.
The second he’s close enough, Dazai all but collapses into him, wrapping his arms around his middle and pulling him impossibly close.
“Ew, you’re all wet.” Is mumbled into his shoulder, as he presses his weight on to the man’s small body. He can hear the smile in his voice.
“I missed you.” Is all he says back, and he’s startled by just how small his voice sounds, it’s barely a whisper over the rain.
He pull him closer still.
”I know. I missed you too.”
They stand there like that for a while. The only sound being the rain falling around them, though it’s a little lighter now, no longer a downpour.
He soaks in the heat that radiates from the redhead. He can feel the hole in his chest begin to close in, flesh and muscle pulling back together, melted back together by the warmth of his Chuuya.
”Let’s get you back inside. My feet are cold.” All he does is nod, separating himself from the boy, but still holding on to his hand, curling his finger around the smaller hand and squeezing it.
His boyfriend squeezes back as he drags him inside the Nakahara residence.
The raindrops ceased, leaving behind only puddles on the concrete.