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Something was… wrong. Something was very wrong. Shigeji knew it from the moment he stepped into the dining hall. Sure, everything seemed fine, and an untrained eye wouldn’t be able to tell something was wrong, but Shigeji was no untrained eye. No, he was an expert on the matter, and his years of expertise came to ahead when he witnessed an incredibly rare sight— an uncovered head of deep purple hair.
Quickening his pace to a long strided power-walk, he weaved between the tables before he slid into the seat next to his longtime friend Takiji. The other man seemed undisturbed by this, casually eating the food on his plate. He looked over, giving him a little nod.
“Oh hey Shigeji, what’s up?” Catching his breath, he put a hand on Takiji’s shoulder, making direct eye contact with him.
“Are you alright?” He asked, unused to feeling his bare shoulder. “Did you leave your coat somewhere? You want me to go find it?” Takiji blinked at him, before he sort of shrugged.
“Ah, it’s fine… it’s really hot today, so I went without it.” Shigeji, still wearing his long green coat with the high collar, felt it wasn’t all that hot that day.
“So you left it in our room…?” Takiji put another bite of food in his mouth, looking around as he thought about it.
“Well… I’m just keeping it somewhere safe.” He smiled slightly, chewing as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand, unaware of Shigeji looking at him strangely.
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“What’s up with him?” Ango jerked his head in Odasaku’s direction. The man was prancing around the room wearing a familiar dark brown, fur trimmed coat. His braid swung around as the oversized hood obscuring most of his head nearly fell off with every bounce.
“He seems happy.”
“Well can you blame him?” Dazai asked, snickering into his open hand. “Takiji gave him his coat to wear, so I don’t think he’s going to take it off for the next five years.”
“I thought that hood looked familiar!” Ango gasped. “But isn’t Takiji super attached to that thing? Why would he give it u-”
“He trusts me, he trusts meee~” Odasaku chirped out like a songbird, spinning around before he pulled the jacket closed across his chest. “It’s so cozy in here, y’all!” His grin was so wide it wouldn’t surprise either Dazai or Ango if his face split open right then and there. “Smells like him too, whatta dream!”
“You seem to be having fun.” Ango smiled, watching him spin once more. “But careful you don’t get curry on that, or it’ll smell like the stuff for weeks.” At this, Odasaku puffed out his cheeks in protest.
“He loves the smell of my cooking!” He insisted. “Maybe I will eat curry in this! Maybe I’ll do it with him, what then Ango?”
“Well as long as he doesn’t mind it! If Shigeji comes after my ass again, my day is gonna be ruined.” As Odasaku went off to find curry first and then Takiji, Dazai let out a long sigh.
“God, I wish that was me.” Ango raised an eyebrow at him, but couldn’t help a small smirk from growing.
“I think Sunao’s coats are a bit too small for you, but maybe not.” This caught Dazai completely off guard, but the surprise soon turned to a humorous anger.
“What the hell, man! I’m not even that short, you’re just a long bitch!”