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Dazai and Fyodor, a rather, concerning pair. Nonetheless, they are still kids who find fun in f-ing with people! Such as, calling Hirotsu grand-dad, putting salt in Koyou' tea, messing with Mori's chair, messing with his paperwork, staining his doctor coat with blood and ink, getting Elise to turn on him and take their side in things, and lastly killing the gun men for.... sport...? no one really knows why they do this, they just do. Maybe cuz they're "weak"? I guess the reason doesn't really matter, they will still be deceased by the end of the day.
" FYO! FYO!! LETS MESS WITH MORI-SAN AGAIN!!"
"we did that like an hour ago.."
" sooooo??"
"you can, Dazai. I want to finish this book."
"is that the bible? haven't you read that like five times already?"
" well, I'm about to make it six."
"boringgg!!!.... OMG!! WE SHOULD HAVE A SLEEPOVER TONIGHT!!!"
"what?"
"YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE ANYMORE, FYO! WE'RE HAVING THE SLEEPOVER!"
"at least tell me where it's going to be.."
"uhmm? maybe at your god damn CASTEL!"
"... It's not a-"
"shush, shush"
"??"
"Fyo, I will be there at 8:30pm, sharp!"
"okayy??"
"SEE YOU THEN!!"
Fyodor watched in surprise and confusion as Dazai ran off. They've never spent the night together, and honestly, Fyodor never planned on it, but what do you know! Dazai is a wild card (WILLLDDD CHHIIILLDDD) he always does extremely random things out of nowhere, which Fyodor hates and he also hates all those little nick names Dazai has for him, like, "Fyo", "Fedya", "Rat", and "beau", he hates that one the most cuz it's in a different language! Fyodor's never felt the need to learn French and Dazai is taking advantage of that. 8:25pm, Dazai should almost be there, how nerve-wracking.
"IM HEREEEEE"
"Hello, Dazai"
"HIII, beau!"
"..."
"WOW! YOUR CASTLE IS SOOO COOL!!"
"It's not a- ugh"
"What are we doing first, fyo?"
"why should I know? you came up with this ridiculous idea"
"r-right-!"
After some thought, Dazai decided it would be fun to play Truth or dare. (how childish)
"Truth or dare, fyo?"
"truth?"
"Have you ever kissed a guy?"
"Aaanndd, I'm done.."
"WHAT?! WHY?"
"... did you just ask why?"
"..."
"..."
"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!"
".. fine!... yes, yes I have.."
"okiee! your turn!"
"..., truth or dare."
"TRUTH!!!"
"Have you ever kissed a guy?"
"HEY!, WHY ARE YOU COPYING ME!?"
" because I can."
" HMPH..., yess, I have"
"...."
"...."
"okayy, this is getting kinda weird, let's do something different!"
"what do you have in mind, Dazai?"
"....:)"
"oh, no"
" let's play, Just Dance!"
"oh, God"
"HEY! FYO, I THOUGHT YOU KNEW NOT TO USE THE LORD'S NAME IN VEIN!?"
"oh, shut up"
Dazai won...
*panting* " How are you so good at this, you twig!"
"awww! is Rat jealous?"
"stfu" *panting*
"..."
(Dazai thinks this is hot lol)
"What the hell are you looking at, Dazai?!" bro finally caught his breath a bit
"oh! um, nothing! sorry.."
"hmm"
"uhhh, you choose something for us to do!"
"a movie"
"OOO, YAYY!"
"Damn, the only DVD that isn't scratched is #####"
"okay?"
" fyo, you need new DVDS:/"
"idc"
"bitch.." (Dazai likes calling Fyodor that when he's "mad")
" "
"DON'T IGNORE ME, RAT!"
Fyodor is still sweaty from playing Just Dance:/
(good for Dazai, I guess?)
thinking:
Fyodor: ughh, I'm never playing that game again, I'm all gross and sweaty now!.
Dazai: Damn, beau is so amazing..... WHY IS HE SO HOT WHEN SWEATY?>:(
LITERALLY AND METAPHORICALLY!!.
"uhh, Fyo, idk what they're saying"
"Do you not know Russian?"
"....maaayybbeee??"
* Fyodor let out a loud, annoyed sigh*
"can we do something both of us understand, Mr.Rat?"
"Don't call me that" turning off the TV
*Dazai leans over and shakes Fyodor by the shoulder while whining*
"IM BBOOORREEDDDD"
"Your feelings are not my problem... so don't tell them to me"
*GASP* "FYO! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CRUEL TO MEE?!"
Fyodor gets up and pushes Dazai's face so he falls backwards, then walks away. (He was sitting on the couch so he didn't get hurt or anything)
"AHH-"
"FYO!!"
"Stop being so loud, Osamu."
"hmmph"
Dazai gets up and quickly follows Fyodor into the kitchen. once catching up, he grabs onto the others sleeve, like a lost puppy in the cold.
"what are you doing, fyo?"
"I was planning on leaving you, but it seems that backfired. Also get your gross hands off of me."
(Dazai didn't let go)
"do you have ice cream?"
"No."
"Do you have mochi?"
"No."
"Do you have any sweets?"
"No." he says this as he grabs a bag of candy
"LIAR!"
"Can I have some candy, pllleeaasseeee??"
"only if you stop being annoying"
"OKAY!"
"that includes yelling."
"oops, okay!"
Dazai still clings onto Fyodor as he makes tea and pours some candy in a small bowl for Dazai. After the tea is done, he walks back to the living room, Dazai still attached to him. He places the tea and candy down on the coffee table before he sits down.
Dazai let go when Fyodor seated himself, leaving him standing.
"are you just going to stand there all night, or what?"
with that, Dazai decided to sit on the other side of the relatively small couch. Once he was seated and comfortable, Fyodor handed him the bowl of wrapped candies. Neither of them spoke a word while Dazai started eating. After about 5 candies, Dazai finally speaks.
"What kind of tea is that?"
"Da-Hong Pao"
"woah! that's like the most expensive tea!"
As Fyodor takes a sip, Dazai just stared in disbelief.
though, most would be focusing on the insanely expensive tea, Dazai was admiring the others sharp features. From his slim fingers to his defined jawline, and finally to his sharp, amethyst eyes, which soon met his. Dazai looked away quickly, embarrassed to have been caught. and Fyodor just smiled softly before putting his tea back down.
"Something peak your interest, Dazai?"
Dazai was too embarrassed to answer with words, so instead he just shook his head "no" before resting his head on his knees. soon a gentle hand takes the bowl of candy and places it on the table. The hand then started to mess with Dazai's hair, before he could properly process the touch, the hand slowly but softly runs down to his face. It gently lifts Dazai's face up so he could see the owner of the surprisingly gentle, soft, warm hand. Amethyst eyes stare into his for what felt like forever. The tension only grew more unbearable as the seconds turn into minutes. Quickly, Dazai received a kiss on the cheek. He was in shock. Before he knew it, Fyodor was already cleaning up the table, grabbing dishes and candy wrappers. Dazai was unsure if the rest of the night would be normal, or uncomfortable. when he realized that Fyodor was gone he had just recovered from the shock. Dazai got up and walked to the kitchen. He saw Fyodor making more tea.
"Beau"
"Yes, Dazai?"
"uhmm, thank you"
"for what?"
"....the kiss"
"..... right.."
"are you making more tea?"
"for you, yes."
"oh! thank you"
"no problem"
"so,... why did you kiss me?"
"how could I not?"
Dazai blushed at that, while touching where Fyodor had kissed him.
"Do you know what "beau" means?"
"no.."
" it's "handsome" in French"
"really?"
"mhmm"
"how interesting"
Dazai walked over to Fyodor, softly holding onto his arm again. he watched him make tea for a moment, before resting his head on Fyodor's shoulder. The small movements of his shoulder as he dips the tea bag was enough to make Dazai curl. In the next second, Dazai is handed an elegant blue and gold Russian tea cup in place of the usually tall green ones he receives. Slowly he takes a sip. Now walking out of the kitchen with Fyodor, he is truly exhausted. All those sleepless nights, finally taking a toll on him. Fyodor knows this and kindly leads him to the guest room.
Once there, he sits Dazai on the bed, a second later he hands him some sleep wear. He leaves the room to let Dazai change, and to change himself. once Dazai was done changing, he went to find Fyodor, completely forgetting about the tea he had set on the nightstand. he eventually found Fyodor's room, he knocked on the door, hoping for an answer. Much to Dazai's wishes, the door opens and the man he hoped to see was on the other side. the second he saw Fyodor, he immediately hugged him.
"Dazai? is something wrong?"
"can I sleep in here with you?"
Fyodor, slightly confused and flustered, let's the tired man in, closing the door behind him. Dazai goes straight to the perfectly made bed, and falls onto it. Fyodor follows and sits criss cross on the bed, facing Dazai. Dazai gets up after a few seconds and goes under the white and purple sheets. Once he was remotely comfortable, he signals Fyodor to join him under the covers, Fyodor complies. Once both of them were covered by sheets as white as snow, Dazai lays his head on Fyodor's chest.
"Good night, beau.."
"Good night, милый.."