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Spring was abloom in the air. And so were Akutagawa's pollen allergies, coming in full swing just like the daffodils.
Chuuya groaned at the loud sound of another sneeze followed by coughs. School was almost out, and he'd already heard Akutagawa sneeze eleven times. It's not that the kid wasn't great, it's just that loud sneezing followed by loud coughing was just not a good environment for schoolwork. Plus, he had a majority of his classes with him and hearing this all day was tiring. He offers a tissue, and the other accepts it gratefully, holding it to his runny nose. Chuuya scribbles down a few more answers, then gets up to turn in his worksheet, passing a certain boy as he walked.
A tiny shred of paper tickles the back of his neck as he walks back, Dazai having flung it at him. He sighs in annoyance, sitting back down and pulling out his phone.
It wasn't scheduled to rain later, he noted. He'd have to drag the scrawny mackerel outside for some fresh air and good old vitamin D.
Getting bored, he scrolled through his various social medias before the bell rung and he could finally leave. He walks over to Dazai, asks if he wants to hang out, then practically pulls Dazai outside by the collar after he was given a yes. They walked back, exchanging quips and comments, yelling at each other occasionally. When they reached Chuuya's house, Dazai immediately went over to the pile of small rocks and pebbles that had accumulated under Chuuya's bedroom window and chucked a small one at him.
Upon impact, Chuuya shouts angrily, stomping over and throwing it back at him, careful to not actually hurt him. Dazai falls theatrically to the ground, clutching his head.
"Oh! The chibi has mortally wounded me! I shall spend my last moments in great suffering and devastation! Whatever shall I do!? Chibi, do not be so cruel! Embrace me in my final moments on this depressing mortal coil!"
Dazai proceeds to shuffle over on his knees, slumping over onto Chuuya's shins and squeezing them with his arms. Chuuya huffs and picks him up by the armpits. The other dusts himself off.
"Why are there so many rocks over there?"
"My menace of a neighbor throws them at my window every night at 9:14 exactly. Every single night. If he misses a night, he doubles the amount he uses the next night."
One of them eventually switches the topic, and the two go fill up their water bottles and grab quick snacks, Chuuya watching Dazai to make sure that the other didn't practically glue himself to a piece of furniture in order to avoid the outdoors. Since Chuuya lived in a more suburban area of Yokohama, he had access to a grassy hill in the back, complete with asphalt road for people and a small dirt path from being tread on so often.
They walk up the road, going into the grass once they spot the path. They walk quietly, their usual chatting kept to a minimum as the sun shone down on them.
At one point, Dazai bends down to inspect a pretty blue flower, the pollen dusting his fingers and the sun making his eyelashes and hair look slightly amber.
Chuuya smiles.
It was a good day.