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In late summer, it’s not odd to see teenagers walking along the sidewalk, eating snacks from the neighborhood convenience store.
It’s also not odd to see two particular teenage girls, one covered in freckles and the other covered in bandages, arguing in front of the neighborhood convenience store.
“Hey, Dazai, why don’t you have any shoes on?”
“It’s summer Chuuya, I can dress how I want, no stupid uniforms restricting my self-expression.”
“Yeah but, no shoes? Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with no shoes, do you have a problem with it, Chuuya?”
“God, you’re an idiot Dazai!”
Running a hand down her freckled face, Chuuya tries not to yell at her girlfriend. That’s exactly what she would want. For some reason, Dazai thrives off of agitating the redhead, making Chuuya red in the face, screaming over the littlest of annoyances.
Well not today, Dazai.
Taking a breath, she explains the situation. “Look at that sign on the door.”
On the convenience store door, in big red letters, are the words:
NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE.
“Well, it seems that the store has a problem with my fashion choices.”
Sighing dramatically, Dazai drapes herself over her girlfriend's back, pushing her face into Chuuya’s hair.
Chuuya smells like vanilla.
“Well, that just means you will have to sit your bony ass down and patiently wait for me to buy the snacks.”
Pushing the bandaged girl off her shoulders, Chuuya guides her to sit down on the asphalt before turning around and heading straight towards the convenience store.
“Don’t forget Chuuya, I like the strawberry shortcake ones!”
Not looking back, Chuuya yells over her shoulder, “Only a psychopath likes strawberry shortcake popsicles, Dazai!”
Dazai snorts, smiling at Chuuya’s back. “Thanks, sweetheart, you’re the best!”
Throwing a quick middle finger in Dazai’s direction, Chuuya opens the door and walks in, leaving her girlfriend out in the summer heat.
Walking quickly, Chuuya makes her way to the frozen aisle, stopping at the container full of ice cream. Most of its content is depleted, leaving very slim pickings for the redhead. But she doesn’t have to worry about Dazai’s choice at all.
Of course, strawberry shortcake popsicles are fully in stock, no one in their right mind would eat those.
Scowling slightly, Chuuya wrenches open the freezer and pulls out one strawberry shortcake popsicle in perfect condition, and one slightly squashed creamsicle. It’s not her first choice, but it’ll do for now.
Chuuya pays for the ice pops and makes her way back out to her girlfriend. Usually, Dazai would notice someone walking up to her, but she seems to be lost in thought. Frowning, Chuuya makes sure she’s as loud as possible, basically throwing herself down next to Dazai, effectively startling the brunette out of her reverie.
Jumping slightly, Dazai turns to look at Chuuya. “Oh look! You’re back already, that was quick. Did you get the goods?”
Chuuya rolls her eyes and shakes the bag in her hand. “Why did you say it like that? This isn’t a drug deal ‘Samu, there’s no need to keep the popsicles a secret. But yes, I did ‘get the goods’ as you so eloquently put it.”
Dazai gasps in mock offense. “Chuuya, I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, especially from my girlfriend, it’s so cruel!”
In response Chuuya just raises an eyebrow, shooting Dazai an unamused look.
Smiling teasingly, Dazai leans over and grabs the bag from Chuuya, grabbing her packaged popsicle and then throwing the bag back at her girlfriend flippantly.
Ripping open the package, she takes the popsicle out and takes a bite. Speaking around the food in her mouth, Dazai says, “thank you, Chuuya! I would’ve starved without you.”
Scrunching up her face in disgust, Chuuya opens her popsicle. “Don’t talk with your mouth full Dazai, it’s disgusting. And besides, you wouldn’t have starved without me.”
Laughing slightly, Chuuya nudges Dazai with her shoulder. “That brother of yours won’t let you leave the house without a full stomach.”
“Yeah, Odasaku is a bit… much sometimes.”
Knocking their knees together, Chuuya sucks on her creamsicle, the orange flavor exploding over her tongue.
“He’s kind of a loser though, don’t you think?”
Dazai tilts her head in confusion, “do you mean Oda?”
Licking her Creamsicle, Chuuya hums in agreement. “Yeah, him.”
Using the bandages on the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, Dazai opens her mouth to refute. “That’s not true at all! Besides, you're more of a loser than he is.”
“Hey!” Chuuya tells, scowling at Dazai. “You’re the loser between the two of us.”
“Not true, Chuuya’s the loser.”
Huffing at her girlfriend, Chuuya turns away, continuing to eat her creamsicle away from the brunette.
Dazai does like to get under people's skin, but it’s a good thing Chuuya is a pro at ignoring her antics.
Dazai gestures at her girlfriend's back with her popsicle. “Hey, Chuuya! Come on, don’t ignore me! It’s because I got a strawberry shortcake popsicle and you didn’t, isn’t it? You can have a bite if you want.”
In response Chuuya just licks her creamsicle, finally breaking through the tangy orange and getting to the sweet vanilla underneath.
“Chuuya,” Dazai whines. “Come on Chuuya, pay attention to me! Chuuya! Hey, Chuuya! I know my popsicle is better than your smushed creamsicle, but that’s no reason to ignore me. Chuuya, show your girlfriend some love, please?”
But all Chuuya does is continue eating her treat, ignoring Dazai.
Dazai continues to whine, trying to get the others' attention. “Chuuya! Hey, earth to Chuuya? You’re so mean sometimes, Chuuya. Why can’t you just talk to me? Babe, darling, sweetheart, the love of my life. Hey! Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya , Chu-“
Dazai was quickly cut off when a pair of lips crashed into hers.
They were soft compared to Dazai’s chapped lips, and they were aggressive, pushing up against Dazai’s. The girl in front of her took up all of Dazai’s thoughts, her red hair, her freckles, and the way she grabbed onto Dazai’s pale cheek to deepen the kiss. They stayed close, only parting due to a lack of air.
Smiling at her girlfriend, Chuuya runs her thumb over Dazai’s Cheek. “You taste like strawberries,” She says, watching as a blush spreads over Dazai’s face as she realizes what just happened.
“Well, now you look like one too.”
Staring dumbly at her girlfriend. Dazai tries to come up with a clever answer, but she can’t. She’s too flustered to think of anything but Chuuya.
“What? Don’t tell me that all I had to do to shut you up is kiss you. Guess I’ll be doing it more often then.”
Narrowing her eyes, Dazai stares at Chuuya. “Wait a second. Was this all a trick to get me to stop talking? How could my girlfriend be so cruel?”
“Huh, it took you that long to figure it out, maybe the genius Osamu Dazai is slipping.”
Gasping indignantly, Dazai goes to poke Chuuya’s nose with her popsicle. “How could you use my love for attention against me! This is manipulation! You’re a manipulative girl, Chuuya!”
Batting away Dazai’s hand with her own, Chuuya pushes the other girl away. “Eat your disgusting popsicle, it’ll melt at this rate.”
Dazai relents, biting off another piece of ice cream and chewing thoughtfully.
“But I thought Chuuya likes the taste of strawberries since you once said they taste like me!”
Chuuya’s eyes widened, she didn’t think Dazai would remember what she said. “Shut up, idiot. Let me eat in peace, will you?”
Giggling softly, Dazai finishes the last piece of her strawberry shortcake popsicles and leans closer to Chuuya.
“I’ll shut up if you give me a kiss!”
“Maybe when I’m done eating.”
“Do you promise?”
Rolling her eyes, Chuuya continues to eat her creamsicle, “I promise.”