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Atsushi was sitting on the floor of his home, staring at nothing in particular. Kyouka was currently at a sleepover with the other girls in the ADA, so for tonight it was just Atsushi, a bowl of plain rice because he's too broke to afford real food, and his flip phone. The interesting thing about this phone is that Dazai modified it so it had an earphone port and Spotify downloaded onto it, and Dazai had even made a whole playlist dedicated just for Atsushi, but he hadn't listened to it yet.
"How the hell did you even manage to do that?" Atsushi recalls asking his bandaged mentor.
Dazai replied with an over the top wink, "A maniac never reveals his secrets!~"
"Isn't it 'a magician never reveals his secrets'?"
"Magician, maniac same thing. Just ask Nikolai."
So now Atsushi was holding his phone, debating with himself whether or not he should listen to Dazai's playlist. He pulled out a pair of wired earbuds from his pocket (which he had traded with Ranpo in exchange for a packet of sweets) and tried untangling them.
"Cough... good evening."
Atsushi threw his earbuds into the air as he fell out of his seat.
"Akutagawa what the fuck dude?!"
Akutagawa sat down opposite Atsushi. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with those two dark voids on his face one would call eyeballs. Eyeing the eyebrowless man suspiciously, Atsushi sat back down.
"How the hell did you even get in here??"
Akutagawa replied, still staring into Atsushi's eyes. "That is none of your concern."
"NONE OF MY CONCERN MY ASS YOU JUST BROKE INTO MY HOME-"
"Silence weretiger, it's a phenomenon how Dazai is able to put up with you. He should be putting up with me instead."
"I hate you."
"Love you too."
"What?"
"What?"
Sighing, Atsushi rubbed his forehead. How the hell was he gonna listen to Dazai's playlist now while this idiot was here?
"Go home Akutagawa."
"Why?"
Atsushi stared at him, flabbergasted at Akutagawa's stupidity. He had to practically hold himself back before he jumped up and strangled the living hell out of the dumbass.
"Because it’s my house, you can’t just show up unannounced and uninvited and expect to be welcomed with open arms, whore."
"Why?"
"Are you a dumbass on purpose?"
"Are you gay on purpose?"
"DIE."
"No you." Akutagawa sips from a cup of tea he just magically manifested into existence.
"How did you- nevermind. What the hell are you even doing here?"
Akutagawa takes another sip. "Again, that is none of your concern. I must mention more pressing matters."
"...You don't just say that and don't mention your so called 'pressing mat-'"
"Do you listen to Mitski?"
"Mother fucker who?"
The british accent bastard took Atsushi's phone out of his hands and shoved it in his face.
"You see Spotify open, correct?"
Atsushi replied with the phone almost stuffed into his mouth. "Yeah?"
"Shut up it was a rhetorical question." Akutagawa interrupted him. "Do you see any songs made by the artist Mitski?"
"Hmm..." Squinting at the screen, Atsushi looks for Mitskis name. And it wasn't that difficult, because almost every song was made by Mitski. Pushing the phone away from his face, Atsushi looks up at Akutagawa, then at the phone, then at Akutagawa again.
"How did you do that??"
"Do what?"
"Predict that the whole thing is Mitski!"
"You're an orphan, it's obvious."
"MOTHER FUCKER EXCUSE ME??" Atsushi slaps the back of Akutagawa's head. "And WHY does my lack of a parental figure have anything to do with this Mitski person??"
"Because you're fucking depressed and lonely that's why," Akutagawa responded with an eyeroll. "And besides, even if you haven't heard her songs before, I know you'll appreciate her art once you've listened to a song."
Now it was Atsushi's turn to be a dumbass.
"What?"
Rolling his eyes yet again, Akutagawa played a song at random.
Suddenly, Atsushi's ears were met with the most heavenly piece of media to ever grace planet Earth. The music was so divine he thought his soul was levitating into the sky. His eyes began to water as he heard the masterpiece.
"...Told you that you'd like it."
Atsushi completely ignored Akutagawa's sassy remark as he fell to the ground. His body was unable to move, it was like the music had bound him in chains while simultaneously blessing him with all things good.
"...Did you just die?"
Atsushi lay on the floor motionless as the majority of the song had already passed, until he finally sat up. Bawling his eyes out, Atsushi sang the lyrics to the song (how he knew the lyrics already was a mystery).
"I WAS BORN WAITING!! I WAS BORN WAITING FOR THAT SOMETHING!!"
"What the fuck-"
"JUST ONE SOMETHING!!"
"Sigh..." Akutagawa gave in and sang along. "I WAS BORN SOMETHING!!"
"I WAS BORN!!"
They carried on singing to their hearts content, picking out various Mitski songs, hugging each other and screaming lyrics. They danced around the room with tears streaming down their faces.
After a couple hours, they were still singing and hugging each other. The front door opened, and standing in the doorway was Kyouka.
"What the hell."
Atsushi and Akutagawa looked at her, their arms still wrapped around each other.
The three of them then continued singing together, and they totally didn't get any complaints from their neighbours.