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Dazai banged his head down on the bar counter with a loud, exaggerated, sigh. Brown messy hair fell gracefully over the back of his neck as he lifted his head back up. Ango gave Dazai a dead beat glance with a long sigh, "What is it this time?" He asked, adjusting his glasses that were sitting at the end of his nose.
"I have a problem." Dazai said, his mind was racing and his face felt hot. It was harder to admit this out loud then to just say it in his mind.
A serious expression spread across Angos face. Slightly concerned but more curious, he cooked a brow. "What's up?" He asked, lifting the glass of white wine to his lips and taking a generous sip. Dazai could tell he probably didn't have a good time at work today.
"A very big problem." Dazai continued he put his palm up to his mouth and leaned on the counter. "Where the hell is Oda." He muttered, voice muffled from his palm.
Ango leaned back in his chair looking toward the entrance to the bar. "Walking in right now." He hummed, giving Oda a small wave. Oda made his way down the stairs and made his way toward them.
"Uhm, is he okay?" Oda asked as Dazai banged his head on the bar counter once more. Some of his whiskey slightly spilled out of his glass from the sudden commotion.
Ango on the other hand sighed, "he says he has a 'big problem.' I'm guessing it's another failed suicide attempt or something stupid like that." Oda was sat down now, leaning over the counter to look at Dazai who was silently pouting.
Dazai thought back to earlier that day, him and stupid Chuuya were being assigned a mission from Mori. The dog sat in his chair I with one leg up to his chest. His hair was pulled up today, Bobby pins keeping the hair on the sides in place. Dazai hated how he noticed that, Dazai hated how he noticed the impatient finger tapping on the sole of his docs. The blue color of the pins clashed with the color of his hair. Making them stick out, it looked.. nice.
"What?" Chuuya asked, Dazai tore his gaze away before scowling.
Chuuya raises an eyebrow, pressing him on. Dazai sighed before crossing his arms. "You look shitty today." He huffed. Chuuya smirked in return.
"So do you." He said, in a confident tone. Dazai broke eye contact before turning his head, his face felt slightly hot. He didn't understand why, he looked up when he heard Mori clear his throat. Giving him a look, he straightened his scarf with his hands before proceeding.
"Alright boys." He started, Elise was at his side playing with some toys. He patted her head gently and Elise swatted his hand away with a pout and a glare.
He smiled before looking up. "I have a mission for you two." He Said, picking up a file folder with two packets of paper in it. He opened the folder before sliding the packets across the desk to the two. They both reached for it at the same time and Dazai ignored the fact his skin pricked up when their fingers touched. And the fact he even noticed that they touched.
Dazai opened the packet, skimming through the details. "So what's the game plan?" He asks, resting his cheek on his palm while leaning at the edge of Mori's desk. Chuuya glanced over at him, Dazai noticed how the color of the pins in Chuuyas hair was the same color as his eyes. He looked away.
Mori hummed before thinking for a moment. "Ah– I'm sure you two will figure it out." He said. "You are partners after all." He looked at Dazai when he said that, Dazais stomach turned and his face felt slightly red.
Chuuya Snorted "I wish we weren't." He complained, with a scowl on his face.
"What the dog said!" Dazai retorted. He smirked as he saw Chuuyas face get red with frustration.
He turned to Dazai and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "I am not a dog!?" He said, irritation masking his tone.
Dazai put his hands up defensively, "calm down chibi!" He hummed, a smile on his lips. He ignored the fact that he noticed the freckles that spotted Chuuyas cheeks. And the mole under his lip, and the other one under his eye.
"Go to hell Osamu." Chuuya grumbled, crossing his arms as he slouched back down. Dazai blinked, staring at him, Osamu, Osamu, Osamu, Osamu Osamu. It played in his mind repeatedly, Chuuya looked at him raising a brow. Mori kept silent, watching it all unfold with a hand over his mouth.
"Say that again." Dazai said, leaning forward slightly which made Chuuya lean back. He seemed confused, worried? Both?
Chuuya blinked, "hah?" He said, confusion in his tone.
"Say that again." Dazai repeated.
"Osamu?" Chuuya said.
And with that Dazai was a mess, he felt his face go red as he leaned back down in his chair. He felt his heart hammer in his throat and his stomach churned. He felt butterflies, and he felt his eyes go wide as he looked down at the desk. Osamu, Osamu, Osamu…
So yeah
Dazai has a problem.
His name is Chuuya nakahara
He's loud
Infuriating
Dazai hates being around him
He… hates him
So why did his heart hammer, why did he get all hazy when he stood next to Chuuya. Why did he love the way Chuuya said his first name? His voice, his features, his eyes, the way he moved, the way he handled a knife. The way he fought, the freckles on his face, the moles under his lip and his eye. His lips? Oh god
Oh
God
Dazai glanced up from his spot at the bar counter. Oda and Ango were looking at him, both concerned.
"Is this… about Chuuya?" Ango asked, raising a brow with a curious expression. Oda looked over at Ango then thought about it for a moment.
He blinked. "It is about Chuuya isn't it?" Oda asked.
Dazai groaned, rolling his head over so his face was pushed into the bar counter. "I hate him!" His voice was muffled but it came out in a dry squeak.
"I hate him.." He mumbled again