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"What the hell is that smell?" Dazai is extra annoying today. The aftermath of a mission has fallen upon the pair, and often in these blank days of worklessness, the brunette would spend his time in Chuuya's apartment. Because he has nowhere else to go.
Days like these, they would waste time doing nothing.
"What smell?" Chuuya replies dully, because on days like these he's not bothered enough to be bothered about Dazai.
"The one that smells really bad. Is something rotting in here?" Dazai seems serious for once which is rare.
"I don't smell anything."
"Oh really? I thought dogs had good scent detection."
"Shut up."
"Seriously Chuuya, there's something that smells bad and it isn't me." That was debatable, because for someone who probably hasn't showered or changed clothes in months it seems like it would be him that is the bad smelling thing.
"Ok well what do you want me to do about it then?"
"You should come look for the smell with me because it is very insufferable. I am almost tempted to leave just because of it." Overdramatically portrayed in Chuuya's opinion, but whatever.
"I'd be very happy if you left."
"Fine! I'll do it myself."
"Okay bye."
Dazai exits the room. He enters the room shortly after, disturbing a short 3 minutes of peace that Chuuya was enjoying.
"Please?"
"...Fine." After a few seconds of staring a hole into Dazai's face, wishing that instead of being a gravity manipulator, he had laser eyes.
Their first investigation venue was the kitchen. Despite the two of them being a hot mess, the dishes were put away neatly and nothing was untidy because Chuuya liked it that way. Of course, Dazai would never understand why because he lived in a metal box or something.
A few fruits were on display and nothing was apparently rotting.
The fridge was almost empty because someone had gobbled all the food up. Hint, it wasn't the owner of the fridge.
There were no signs of anything rotting or causing the smell, therefore ruling off the kitchen as the smell culprit.
Investigation venue number two was the living room, where the smell had first been discovered. It wasn't a heavily decorated room, neither was it full of anything potentially stinky. The sofa contained no rotting foods, nor did it house any unwelcome smells other than the scent that was apparently bothering Dazai so much.
There was nothing to see on the floor and nothing to see anywhere else in the living room, therefore ruling off the living room as the smell culprit.
The bathroom was quickly ruled off shortly after, leaving the bedroom as the only possible option. Although, upon entry the smell was nowhere to be found.
Pacing in circles around the room, Dazai had his hand on his chin like he was thinking very hard.
"Chuuya, I think I know where the smell is coming from."
He walked closer to the ginger, and then back again.
"I think the smell..."
"Spit it out already!" Chuuya is not a patient person.
"The smell is you!" Dazai triumphs, and Chuuya is seconds away from destroying him.
Unexpectantly, the brunette grabbed his hair and dug his face into it.
"Have you been using a new shampoo? It stinks." He announces.
"What the hell!? You're so creepy. Get off me!"
"You should stop using that shampoo." Unfazed, he continues.
"Why you...! You know what, whatever."
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Dazai has been gone for about an hour now. Does Chuuya know where he went? No. Does he care where he went? No. Why would he care about him?
He's weird. He does weird things, and not only are they weird but also creepy. For example, when he sniffed his hair.
Another example could be that time when Dazai kept poking him in the back and then running away. Another example would be when he ate all the food in the fridge, or that time when he memorised what foods Chuuya liked to eat just so he could eat them first.
Or that time when he insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Chuuya. He did not settle for the couch due to the fact that it 'hurt his dainty and delicate body'. And no way was Chuuya going to give up his bed for someone else, particularly someone he did not like very much.
Dazai is weird. Very weird.
Chuuya swallows another grape from his selection of purple circle fruits, shooing all those thoughts away.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, because indeed the demon prodigy shows up now of all times, clutching a plastic bag.
"I got you new shampoo."
The pair sit in silence before Chuuya takes the bag awkwardly.
"Thanks..." Before sniffing the insides of the bag. It smelt... of Dazai. Chuuya scrunched his nose and looked up at the other boy.
"It smells like you." What a weird thing to say, Chuuya realises after saying it.
"Because it's the one that I use, is your brain that tiny?"
"I never knew you actually washed yourself." That was completely serious, a genuine statement.
"What!? Chuuya is so mean to me."
"No but where do you shower anyway, don't you live in a trash pit or something?"
"Jeez Chuuya, if you don't want it then I'll have it. I was just trying to be nice." Be nice? That's not something he has done before. The brunette reaches to take back the plastic bag.
"No! I mean, I'll have it I guess."
A few moments of awkward silence again.
"Why are you trying to be nice anyway?" The question emerges out of Chuuya's mouth.
"Because...I don't know! I'm just being nice what do you want from me."
There has to be an underlying reason for this, because there always is when it's Dazai. But the bastard refused to speak about what underlying motive he had to 'be nice' to Chuuya.
After five minutes or so of pressing, a fruitful harvest seemed to reveal itself.
"Fine! Do you really want to know so badly? I'll tell you if you really want to know."
"Tell me then!"
"It's because...because, I don't know...because I..."
"Because?"
"It's nothing."
"It can't be that bad, just tell me! What's so embarrassing about it?"
"I like staying in your place and I don't want to be kicked out."
A translation for that: I like being around you.
I like being around you too. Six words that go unsaid.