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“Akutagawa, do I really have to go to see this art gallery of yours?” Chuuya questioned, though it was a bit too late to turn back now considering they were already at their destination.
The man in front of the redhead gave a look that said “really? Now is when you choose to complain?”
He still decided to answer his whiney friend though, “yes Chuuya we have to, this is a person I really admire, I want you to be able to appreciate his artwork” Chuuya swore he could see stars in Akutagawa’s eyes – and a mischievous glint in there too?
Chuuya, being a kind and weak man, was now definitely not able to get out of going to this art gallery when his friend clearly was going to cry if he still said no.
“Ok, ok, I'll go with you, so just stop with the puppy eyes!” the shorter man screeched, thus gaining the attention of strangers. “Sorry…” Chuuya mumbled as Akutagawa dragged him away from the scene.
Little did they know, there was one man who was watching the scene play out from the beginning. “cute” the mysterious man mumbled.
~~~
The pair continued to trudge through the crowd, and it was only then that it occurred to Chuuya that this artist the Akutagawa was showing him, might actually be pretty good.
He didn’t know why he was only just realizing this; I mean, Akutagawa had always been raving on about this artist he really liked. He ended up talking about this guy so much that his sister Gin had to kick him out of her apartment.
Why this was so intriguing for Chuuya? Well, he does appreciate art, and maybe he was hoping that if this artist was good at drawing, (or whatever he does) he would be just as good looking as his artworks.
~~~
“Why do you want to meet him Dazai san?” A confused Akutagawa asked.
“Well, Aku, your friend has… caught my interest, my lack of words” this ‘Dazai’ answered.
“Yes, well I can see that-” he glanced in the corner to a specific painting that had bought a whole new load of questions to my mind “-actually, never mind. I don’t even wanna know anymore, just, don’t annoy him too much please? Trust me, he won’t take it. Akutagawa warned, grabbing the taller man’s shoulders and shaking him a little bit.
“Uh, no promises my friends!” Dazai smiled, laughing as he shoved Akutagawa off and walked away.
~~~
As Chuuya and Akutagawa walked into the gallery, there was one specific painting that caught the eye of a certain red head. It looked strangely familiar…
He excused himself to his friend who looked a bit guilty – he paid no mind to it, too entranced with this mysterious painting – as he walked over, he realized why the painting looked so familiar.
It was him.
To say he was stunned was an understatement, there are no words to describe how shocked he was. I mean, why in Arahabaki’s name was there a painting of him, (no matter how breathtaking this painter managed to make him look) in the gallery of a man he didn’t even know?
“I see you’ve found it?” A deep voice behind him teased.
Something about the way this man said it made Chuuya freeze immediately, activating his fight or flight instincts. But then again, something about that voice felt so familiar, like somewhere he’d heard him before. Maybe in a past life Chuuya thought.
He eventually turned around using his heel, determined to give this stranger a piece of his mind about how it’s very rude to paint people without their knowledge and put it on display – no matter how attractive the artists voice is.
That was until he saw the face of said artist…
To say he was attractive would be a crime. He was so much more than that. The way the light fell onto him made the light and dark shades of brown in his hair much more apparent. Somehow, the same exact thing was happening to his eyes as well, it was as if there a thousand shades of pretty brown was shining through. His clothes, the clothes he was wearing were clearly old and worn out. Probably something he wore while painting considering the amount of dried paint on them too – but against all odds, he still managed to pull it off.
The only thing that could be considered weird about his looks so far were the bandages covering his arms and neck.
“Done staring now? I know I’m just that good looking that you want to be just like me, but didn’t your parents ever tell you that its rude to stare?”
Chuuya has changed his mind. There is one thing unattractive about this man. his attitude
“Me? Having a staring problem? I’m pretty sure that’s you, how much stalking and gawking did you have to do to paint that?” He pointed to the artwork behind him and did a gesture with his hand.
The bandaged man didn’t even look a bit guilty! The audacity of this guy, honestly.
“Well if you want to yell at someone, yell at Akutagawa and Atsushi! They were the ones who gave me photos of you” He pouted, crossing his arms to add dramatic affect.
Chuuya couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did Akutagawa really give his photos out to a guy he didn’t even know the name of? Was that why he was looking a bit guilty the whole time?
“Looks like you’re all caught up chibi! How about we go get some coffee and I’ll explain why I bribed them for your photos – “he giggled and walked away, not even giving Chuuya the time to answer, “– the names Dazai Osamu by the way slug!” He yelled as he walked out the door.
There were so many things wrong in that sentence but against all odds, Chuuya still followed him out the door to get coffee.
~~~
“So Dazai actually managed to get Chuuya san out for coffee?” A confused Atsushi questioned over the phone.
Akutagawa who is holding the phone to his ear, just finished watching the events between Dazai and Chuuya transpire. "I mean, it is Dazai. If he wants it hell find a way to get it”
He could hear his boyfriend sigh on his end. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, I’m just concerned for what Chuuya san will have to put up with…”
‘Well, it's not out problem now” Akutagawa shrugged.
(But it would be later, when Chuuya would get mad at both for leaking his photos to a stranger)