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You know what? Chuuya should’ve listened to his classmates and went to the club, but then again, how could he have known that when he would wait for his bus he would be accompanied my a cosplay version of mummy?
The weather is already enough irritating and hot and how is this man? guy? not bothered by those bandages? But you know what? He doesn't care.
The overwhelming amount of bandages aren’t the sole cause of his mental breakdown though, the bandages make him frown in curiosity but he will not ask, because this person is already so annoying.
The whole bench is empty, literally empty, but this dude is basically under his nose (well, over his head, ugh obviously he had to be taller than Chuuya). Invading his personal space in public wasn’t enough so he had started staring at Chuuya. Was he checking him out?
Just how shameless you can be to stare at someone with still eyes right in front of them in public? In board daylight? Ugh.
Chuuya dares to glare back into the brown eyes and the guy’s eyes go big and he gives Chuuya a sly smile.
Why the fuck he just smiled? This guy is so weird and annoying.
Chuuya impatiently shakes his feet and repeatedly checks the time, why the bus is so late? He isn’t in hurry, classes have finished early so all he has left to do is going back to him apartment and chill. But he really want to go as far away as possible from his fishy guy. His eyes are big, really big and brown, it reminds Chuuya of fishes. So he internally decides to refer the other as Mackerel!
The Mackerel in the question doesn’t bother to understand what's Chuuya’s problem is and he starts humming a tune. Atleast he has a tolerable voice Chuuya thinks. But then the tune feels awfully familiar.
“I’m super shy. super shy but wait a minute while I make you mine”
Huh? The fuck?
“Tteollineun jigeumdo, you’re on my mind, all the time” The guy tilts his face closer to Chuuya’s ear.
“I wanna tell you but I’m super shy”
Chuuya holds his breath, isn’t this a Newjeans song? Chuuya doesn’t know a lot about the girl group but this song is everywhere in the internet.
Chuuya shuts his eyes for a bit, because what the fuck is going on? Why this weird tall and handsome beanpole of a guy/mummy singing next to his ear?
Chuuya decides to interrupt him, so he goes, “Why the heck are you so close to me?”
Dazai makes a face, as if it’s the red head’s fault and him being almost in his lap is normal. The shrimp size guy is pretty. So Dazai, as the kind hearted gentleman he is, offered his honey voice to him, but he is being ungrateful?
Hmph! Bad dog. Definitely doesn't have any owner! I should make him my pet, Mine! Yup!
And ofcourse this is not because he is enamored by the stranger, he is simply doing god's work, he is saving the planet by becoming a owner of a grumpy moody doggie.
Definitely he doesn't wanna date him.
As the stranger was just gazing at him and not responding, Chuuya again says, “What do you want from me huh?”
“I wanna go out with you” Dazai sings.
“I don’t even know you”
“Where you wanna go?” And the mummification of a human stands up right in front of him and gives Chuuya his hand, Chuuya sees even the wrist is covered with bandages.
Chuuya gives an annoyed questioning look when the guy holds his hand and says, “Find a lil spot, just sit and talk, looking pretty, follow me
Somehow in next few minutes Chuuya finds himself following the taller guy and entering a cute looking cafe together, holding hands. What the hell is he doing? They sit at the corner, on a small table, meant for only two people, very close to eachother. Before he can say anything the other hums:
“Uri duri naranhi, boiji? nae nuni? look!”
Chuuya doesn’t understand what the hell is going on or what the hell this guy is saying, so he opens Google and searches for the english translations of the lyrics. You and I side by side, can’t you see? look.
“For the second time I am saying, we don’t know each other and I allowed you to drag me here because I know if you try to sell drugs to me I can kick your ass and send you to the police” Chuuya huffs.
The stranger just laughs lightly, and Chuuya would rather die than to admit that this guy’s voice is fine. Then without replying anything he says the next line and Chuuya checks his phone for translation.
“gapjagi binnaji, when you say I’m your dream”
What the fuck is the ‘I’m your dream’ part? But when Chuuya sees the next line on his screen he decides he would join, obviously he won’t sing song like him.
“You don’t even know my name, do ya?” Chuuya asks.
The bandage bastard lights up and makes Chuuya regret his life choices, “So you wanna know my name now?”
“Shitty bastard, don’t say it then, I have already tolerated you long enough”
“Dazai, Dazai Osamu and what’s yours chibikko?”
“Who are you calling chibikko!? Damn it, I’m Chuuya”
“Okay chibi!”
"Teme-!"
This fucker! Chuuya really wants to kick him in his handsome face with his shoes on, but he remembers ane-san telling him not to cause trouble this month, so tries the breathing technique, the internet says it helps.
He counts and breaths in and out. He doesn’t know if it helped or not but the guy, Dazai, has already ordered some drinks and ice cream in the meantime, so he decided not to leave right away. It will be nothing but waste of food, considering the guy is not really touching anything on the table and just staring at him. Just how much staring is he gonna do? Chuuya decides to say nothing about it and cool his mind with the ice cream.
Dazai on the other hand really doesn't touch the ice cream, he sips his drink now and then and fulltime watches Chuuya. Chuuya's hairs are like fire, orange, it reminds Dazai the tea Fukuzawa sensei had given him last week. He isn't much of a tea person but that drink smelled so good. When Dazai was walking by the bus stop and spotted the red hair, he had wondered if he would smell like that tea too.
So he had sat there, too close for strangers, for anyone actually, and he did what his urges had told him to do. Take in the other's scent (what in the world of some omegaverse au).
Dazai has stared at him for what it felt like ages, and tried to explain himself that a boy couldn't be this pretty. Nobody looks this pretty, the electric blue eyes and those star like frackles and auburn hair like leaves of Fall.. they can't be real right? I am dreaming right?
Then Dazai's inner voices had screamed at him to ask him out. So Dazai Osamu being Dazai Osamu didn't go and asked out the stranger like some normal person, instead, he sang!
Oh how romantic of me he thought to himself.
Kunikida has always scolded him for being so lazy and for never shutting his mouth, but right now he can't do anything other than looking at the soft locks of Chuuya's hair. Dazai knows he probably looks stupid to the other but he doesn't care. So he goes again:
"Na wollae maldo jalhago geureonde wae ireonji I don't like that" He sings quietly so that only the two of them can hear.
Chuuya looks at him then to his phone screen, I'm usually pretty talkative what's wrong with me, I don't like that, it shows.
"Are you doing that again? I am here, am I not?" Chuuya says.
Dazai's eyes widen, yes, Chuuya had let him hold his hands and let him drag to this cafe, so does that mean..!!?
"I'm super shy"
"No you aren't" Chuuya retorts.
"Wait a minute while I make you mine" Dazai says, this time more quietly and with a blush in his face.
—And somehow months later, they both are snuggling into Chuuya's fuzzy blanket in the winter in Chuuya's apartment. And when their bluetooth speaker plays Super Shy by Newjeans, they start laughing.
-the end-