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Gravity was hard to carry sometimes, sure, but it did make Chuuya's life easier. Not just in battlefield or work, but in basic everyday things, too.
He had a habit of using his ability to make everything easier, even if it was easy enough to do manually. Like getting something from somewhere close by, carrying a glass of water, holding his phone up while laying down. He even tried to learn writing while using only his ability to move the pen, but it required too much mindwork, so he gave up on that after a few tries.
Today was a day he was simply trying to watch a movie that had caught his eye while laying down comfortably on his bed, sounds of his good-for-nothing partner doing something that was absolutely up to no good coming from his kitchen.
Picking his lock has always been easy for Dazai, so Chuuya gave up on changing it regularly after three or four months of being in the mafia after getting constantly nagged by him. Now he just let him in and only kicked him out if he tried to steal his wine or something, which Dazai didn't dare to since he didn't want to die by a ginger's hands.
Yet.
"Chuuya!"
The said ginger sighed, pausing the movie with his hand but kept his phone there.
"What?"
"Why don't you have any crab? Thought you would keep some in your fridge for me!"
"Like hell I would!" Turning his gaze back to the phone, Chuuya clicked the phone so the movie continued to play. "Go fuck yourself, leave me alone."
He didn't notice Dazai sulking on his doorway, arms folded. Even if he did, he didn't care much. The scene was more important and thrilling than him anyways.
He didn't care when Dazai paddled towards the bed and plopped down beside him, the sulky expression still on his face. Chuuya didn't care, eyes fixed on his phone.
Dazai looked at his phone once, twice, then sighed. "It's so boring!" he whined and Chuuya responded him with nothing more than a muttered "Shut up."
Normally, he would kick him in the guts for calling it boring, but really, he couldn't care less at the moment because the movie was so fucking good.
Then Dazai touched his shoulder.
As the phone fell straight on his face, Chuuya let out a yelp, face scrunching. Taking the phone in his hand and rubbing his nose - the place that took the most damage - he noticed how the site, which he battled with pop up ads to get through, was closed. By the time he sat up and turned around with fire spreading eyes and an expression that could kill anyone but Dazai, the latter was already at the doorway, giggling at his work.
"You..."
Chuuya left the phone on the bed and jumped down, running after Dazai while shouting curse words that he didn't even know existed until that moment.
Someone had a death wish - quite literally, but that was not what he meant.
———+—
Chuuya's ability was also quite useful in times like these.
He was just about to get out of a grocery store, lots of shopping bags full of things he needed and didn't need at all but still wanted to buy.
Man, mafia paid well.
"Uh, sir...?" the cashier called out, darting Chuuya's attention at them. "How are you gonna carry those all?"
Chuuya blinked, standing still for a second. Then he touched the bags and put his hands in his pockets before smirking and lifting them up with his ability.
The cashier only stared at the scene. "Oh." they said, and Chuuya waved a hand. He murmured something like have a good day and left the store with bags floating around him.
Oh, how he loved using it like this.
Of course, he liked battles and fights and thirsted for them, but he liked using his gravity in daily his life just as much. He felt so fucking powerful, carrying all those bags which at least three people could carry without even getting his hands out of his pockets.
He didn't mind the stares of people on the streets at all, instead, he kept his chin up, walking towards his apartment.
Sunset was just on the door.
Normally, they had people to do things like grocery shopping for them in the mafia, but he didn't mind a peaceful walk or two every once in a while. Being active was great.
And so, Nakahara Chuuya walked to his inevitable fate.
Getting the key out of his pocket easily (because his hands were free) he opened the door and walked inside, without knowing what awaited him.
As he got out of his shoes, stepped inside and closed the door, he heard a yell - which was getting closer and closer.
"CHUUYAAAAAAAAA!"
Shotting his head up, he saw Dazai running towards him, and before he could react, the other boy swiped through the floor and - a hand touched his chest.
He couldn't even find the chance to blink as the bags dropped to the floor - and everything spilled around.
All kinds of microwaveable food, fruits, vegetables, rice packs, snacks, cleaning products, bandages, toilet papers, even the slipperies he had bought because he found them pretty and a lot of random shit were scattered around the floor. The package of flour bursted with the impact, painting the carpets, walls and their clothes in white while it gave a dramatic effect of smoke to Dazai's motion.
Dazai kept his head low, eyes closed as Chuuya's expression changed in a pace that no one could keep up with. He opened his mouth, inhaled the flour in the air, coughed.
"Oops, I did it again."
"I am going to kill you."
Dazai opened his eyes at the uncharacteristically calm voice only to see two rolls of fresh bandages near his feet.
"Oh, Chuuya bought those for me?" he said with a childish grin, taking the bandages in his hands. "Thanks! I'll go now so you can clean this mess!"
Inhale. Exhale. Calm.
"DAZAAAAIIIIIII!"
Dazai turned around with the shout just as he was about to open the front door. Before he could say anything, though, he got punched in the face.
"Chuuya, that hurt!"
"FUCK YOU AND YOUR DAMNED NULLIFICATION!"
"Whatever, bye!"
He opened the door to leave, but Chuuya kicked it close. "NOT THAT EASILY! YOU'RE HELPING ME CLEANING IT AFTER I BEAT YOU UP!"
"Oh, I would love to, but unfortunately, I have a mission now! I was just waiting here so I could welcome you!" he said, that damned grin of his not fading.
He was so fucking obviously lying.
Chuuya gritted his teeth, inhaling and exhaling sharply, face red from anger.
"LIE!"
"Not lie! Now if you could excuse me~" He swayed on his feet, turning around once again, opening the door and actually managing to leave this time.
Chuuya stood there, fire spreading from his expression, fists clenched.
It's okay. You're gonna beat him up later.
Still, he couldn't help but drop to the floor on his knees and shout for five minutes straight.
———+—
Peaceful days were rare in the mafia, but snow seemed to soften the atmosphere.
Chuuya liked snow. He liked seeing the sparkling crystals when he looked at it closely, he liked the cold sensation of the soft thing in his hand, he liked feeling it melt between his gloves. He liked just laying on it and making shapes, he liked snowmans.
As someone addicted to fights and battles, though, his favourite part of it was, definitely, the snowball fights. Not that they had much of them, but he managed to drag a few people out with him, including Kajii, Hirotsu, Tachihara and... Well, Dazai.
He tried Kouyou too, but gave up after one attempt, seeing the murderous look at her face. Hirotsu was easy, a little puppy face and the support from Tachihara was enough to bring him down. Kajii was always ready for things like this.
Then there was Dazai, who did nothing but whined and complained about it ever since he got out. Chuuya was sure he didn't even know why he accepted it at first place.
"It's so cold! And so white! And not cozy at all! I want to go home!"
"Shut up." Chuuya said while making a snowball in his hand. He grinned after finishing it, aiming at the other red head. "Hey, Tachihara!" he called out, and the moment the latter turned his face to him, he was met with a snowball.
That started the big snowball fight of the members of the dark organization, Port Mafia. Tachihara was giggling like crazy, being the fifteen year old he was. Kajii was his usual self, so no one got surprised when hills of snow bursted every once in a while. Dazai had dropped complaining, now focusing on winning the fight with his strategies and such. Even Hirotsu was enjoying himself despite his age, throwing a snowball or two every once in a while.
Laughter could be heard as the chilly air prickled at their exposed skin on the face, no matter how many layers they were wearing. It was cold, but it wasn't everyday that they had an oppurtunity like this.
It was all fun and games, until...
They saw a big, huge, giant snowball forming above Chuuya's head, the red head using his ability to lift it while he smirked cunningly, expression almost evil.
"Now you're done for!" he shouted, making it even bigger as he raised his arms up in the air and levitated the snowball.
Three people stared at him with horror, Hirotsu let out a cough.
As Chuuya let out an evil laugh, someone shouted.
"CHUUYA, NOOOOO!"
Turning his head, he saw a sight he saw so many times. Dazai running towards him.
"SHITTY DAZAI, STAY BACK! STAY BACK—"
Dazai half-jumped on, half-tackled him, causing both of them to fall on the snow as he didn't listen to anything Chuuya said.
Landing on his butt with Dazai's weight on him, Chuuya let out a groan. That shitty Dazai surely didn't feel a thing.
Just then, he noticed the massive amount of snow above them, ready to drop. Eyes filled with horror, he didn't even hear the others' shouting as he let out an "Oh."
A moment later, they were buried under the snowball that Chuuya was supposed to throw.
Hirotsu, Tachihara and Kajii spent the next few hours to get them out while listening to Chuuya's yells and Dazai's whines.
Chuuya refused talking to Dazai for a week after that incident.
Later, it turned out that Chuuya had thought Dazai and him were supposed to team up, and Dazai had betrayed him there. Meanwhile Dazai had thought Chuuya was going to throw that snowball at him and wanted to take him down with himself at least.
Then they went back to their usual bickering and everyone took a breath of relief.
———+—
Chuuya sat in his usual place in his usual bar, a bottle of wine floating in front of him. He was leaning his head on his hand, staring at it with a bored expression.
Today, he was drinking alone, drifting in his thoughts. He didn't ask anyone to join him, and no one wanted to disturb.
As the bottle swayed from left to right, right to left, Chuuya huffed with exhaustion. He hadn't drunk much today - which was a surprise - but he was still feeling a little tipsy, being the lightweight he was.
Mind hazy, he tapped his fingers on the counter, placing the bottle on it with his ability.
"Can I get water?" he asked to the man behind the counter, not finding the want to get too drunk that day.
The man obeyed, opening a bottle and getting ready to pour it in a clean glass.
"No, no... Give me the bottle." His tongue drifted, words lazy on his lips. As the man placed the bottle of water on the counter instead, Chuuya lifted it up, once again, by using his gravity.
He sighed indifferently as it floated in front of him for a while.
He had dropped that habit of his, using his gravity for simple tasks, because of Dazai touching him and making him drop his things in every chance he got to get on his nerves. Really, he wouldn't let a single oppurtunity escape him, even if Chuuya was carrying glass or something. He wouldn't care when it shattered to pieces, giggling everytime that happened. It was funny, Chuuya would get red from anger and Dazai would probably get a kick or two but he would keep doing it. So he started to make simple tasks like normal people.
He had picked up his habit back after Dazai left.
There couldn't be any more possible pranks, so he kept floating things around him. It was good, now he didn't need to worry about a cold touch that would make his gravity go numb and make him drop things here and there.
Still, he found himself missing it sometimes.
The voice of door opening made him snap back to reality.
He made the bottle float in his way, huffing. Angling it towards his lips, he let the water pour between them, letting a drop or two escape.
It all happened so sudden.
The touch of a fingertip on his back, the all familiar feeling of his gravity getting sucked out of him - nullification. Then the bottle falling in a weird angle, making him gag on it, cough and get his clothes wet in the process.
Taking the bottle in his hand, he widened his eyes, still coughing and trying to catch his breath.
"Tsk, I thought you wouldn't fall to this prank anymore."
Putting a hand on his mouth to wipe the remaning water, he turned his head back slowly, staring at the man standing behind him with wide eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it when he couldn't find the words.
Dazai looked unimpressed. "What is it, Chuuya? Did you lose your ability to yell after four years of not getting pranked?"
"You..."
Chuuya breathed in, breathed out. Dazai stood there.
Then he gritted his teeth, manuevering the bottle at his way and splashing water on him.
"FUCKER!"
Dazai stepped backwards with a yelp, trying to protect his face but failing. "FUCK YOU!"
Chuuya stood up, leaving the bottle on the counter. "THAT'S PAYBACK!"
"No it's not, I didn't splash water on you, you did!" Dazai whined as he wiped his face and hair with his sleeves.
"LIKE HELL!"
"Great, now I need to go home to change! And here I thought we could sit and drink together!"
"LIKE HELL I WOULD— Wait, what?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows, eyes widening slightly.
Dazai hummed, expression sulky as he folded his arms.
Sighing, Chuuya sat back, staring at his own dampened clothes.
Then he chuckled.
Hearing the voice, Dazai's head perked up, looking at Chuuya who was now covering his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter.
"Guess that's why my body just wouldn't accept to drink today." he said after a while, Dazai still staring at him. He turned around, rearranging his hair which had a few wet strands now. "Come sit, bastard."
Surprise could be seen on Dazai's face for a moment before it changed into a sheepish grin
"Let's drink." Chuuya said, patting the seat beside him.
"Hmm, but my clothes..."
"They'll dry."
A moment of silence.
"Okay."
And so, Dazai paddled towards the counter, plopping down beside Chuuya. He ordered a drink.
After a moment of silence, he turned his head to the ginger.
"Hey, Chuuya?"
"What?"
"Don't drop your guard while using your ability like that~"
Raising an eyebrow, Chuuya let his gaze drift towards the man sitting beside him.
Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, maybe the four years of gap, he didn't know. But something let a hint of a smile creep up his face.
He punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"Go fuck yourself."