Chapter Text
Age 12
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” The question is directed at Chuuya, but Dazai doesn't look at him as he says it. He’s fixated on the sky, as if ignoring his presence entirely.
Chuuya looks away from the constellation he was trying to name, his gaze settling on the boy next to him. He takes in his features. His dark hair, always messy, but somehow perfectly framing his face. His eyes, contrasting against his pasty skin. Chuuya sits up on the grass, arms behind him. “What?” He lets out a soft, confused laugh.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Dazai repeats calmly, still staring at the sky. His expression is blank, unreadable.
“Why are you asking me such a childish question? We’re not little kids anymore, ‘Samu.”
Dazai smiles at the nickname, but drops it as he finally looks at Chuuya. “It’s not childish. Just answer the question, Hatrack.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, not having the energy to get angry. He looks away, taking a moment to think of a response. “I’m not really sure. I haven’t thought about it very much.” When he looks back at Dazai, he finds him staring intently. His eyes are ever so slightly widened, with a light in them that is very rarely seen, even by Chuuya.
”We should start a band,” He says, still staring intently, like Chuuya will disappear the moment he looks away.
Chuuya stares back for a moment, before breaking out in laughter at the absurdity of the idea. “Where did that come from? Have you ever even wanted to be in a band before?”
Dazai sits up, meeting Chuuya at his level. “No,” He slightly mumbles. “but it sounds like a good idea. Wouldn’t it be fun to be in a band, Chuuya?”
Chuuya stands up, as if about to walk away. ”Fine, but I get to play electric guitar.”
“Deal.”
”Deal.” Chuuya holds out his hand, as if to shake on it. Dazai grabs it, and immediately pulls him back onto the grass. Chuuya falls to the ground face first right next to Dazai. He turns back over and pulls Dazai to the ground with him, yelling, “You asshole!”