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Low chitter-chatter filled the classroom as Hirotsu-senpai was turned towards the board, black coat hanging off his shoulders, almost blending with the black background of the board. His fingers were dusted white from the chalk, the letters BIOLOGY standing stark and proud.
"Sensei~" a voice rang throughout the room, "Dazai and Chuuya still haven't returned to the class."
The teacher's sigh was just as loud as Ranpo's snicker, disappointed fatigue embracing his shoulders as it tightened his muscles.
"Nothing to do about it. They're just creating trouble for themselves."
The 'trouble' was nothing but a small detention, a meagre practice which both the boys who weren't yet present had become experts of.
"Speaking of, where do they even go?" Atsushi's whisper went straight through Akutagawa's ear, a light shiver running down his spine when the 'tiger' leaned closer to him, a warm proximity. "It's been like this recently, their bags are here, but they both are nowhere to be seen. Strangely, they arrive by the next class!"
Atsushi continued, a small frown embellishing his features, concerned and suspicious. He felt like his benchmate Ryuu couldn't give a flying shit, if the nonchalant, monotonous pout on his lip said anything.
"I knew Dazai was a failed case, but Chuuya?" Came Kunikida's voice just from behind, an annoyed mutter. "He isn't the one to fall for that bastard's shenanigans."
Yeah, he'd know. Atsushi would occasionally shudder when Chuuya and Kunikida stood side by side, the only contrast being their height. Except that? They were the literal copy of each other, or atleast that's what the white haired boy thought so.
–
He was shoved into the bathroom stall, soft lips pressing against his as the kiss sucked the breath out of his lungs.
He couldn't help but moan low, brown hair akin to silk against his fingers, back pressing against the door as lanky arms coiled around his waist, pulling their bodies flushed. Chuuya's mouth opened instinctively, heat rising to his cheeks as their tongues brushed together, hot gasps fanning across his lips.
"Shit, I've been holding back, Chuuya." Dazai's panting whisper pulled a whimper out of him, breaking the kiss with a smooch.
Chuuya's words were broken with a bold lick across his pink lips, blue eyes flitting up to meet the brown ones then down to observe the red flush of his cheeks. Heat surged through their bodies, Dazai's lips seeking the warmth of the redhead's neck, placing open mouthed kisses on the side of his throat. It was nice, so utterly fabulous—
–
"Ten bucks says that Ranpo already knows what they're up to."
"Ten bucks? I'll say it for free."
Atsushi chewed on his pencil, deep in thought, earning an annoyed glare from his bench mate.
"What?"
"Nothing." Akutagawa murmured. "You're too much into this. I can see the smoke coming out of your ears from all the thinking you've got going on."
"I just don't like not knowing. Call me nosy—"
"You're nosy."
"—or whatever, but I can't help it."
"You feel left out." The pale boy read him like an open book. "You think Dazai is all transparent and nice with you, so you can't fathom that he has a life you don't know about."
"What? No."
.....
............
"Okay, maybe. I'm not saying he can't have a life outside o-of...u–us, it's just....I think he shou—"
"Nakajima, how about you come help me with this diagram? Or am I perhaps interrupting your chat with Ryuunosuke?"
Hirotsu-san's voice made him flinch from his seat, a visible complaint gracing the features of his face. Fuck.
—
He pushed his tongue deep, tasting the remnants of ramen that the mackerel would always stuff himself with, along with the faint, bitter cigarette that they had smoked earlier.
It was a fuzzy feeling, a reminder that Chuuya was a just a teenager.
A teenager pinned against the wall by a guy twice his height, getting his mouth devoured in long, wet kisses, but a teenager nonetheless. His heart was thumping loudly against the bones of his ribs, high adrenaline mixing with the acids of his stomach, he would surely puke.
The knowledge that anyone could come to use the loo and be terrified of the moans that Chuuya didn't even bother to hide, did wonders on his body. Large hands snug around his waist, a sense of security so sweet, he could feel it in Dazai's kisses. The whole world against them, yet he wouldn't be afraid with the brunette's hand on his, intertwined till eternity.
There was an absence of heated passion from before. Now, just with a few minutes of accustomed make out, was there lazy compassion. A slow drag of tongue against his, breathy whimpers and pants getting swallowed by the other, head tilting to deepen the kiss, humming contently when their hips slotted against each other, cool air brushing against his saliva-wet lips.
You know, the usual.
Dazai felt small, tingling tremors flow through his body, his hands wrapping around the smaller wrists, draping those lithe arms over his shoulders, sensing those hands glide up from his neck to hair. They both were sweaty; clamped in the small space with heat that threatened to choke him, combined with all the running they did so as to not get caught earlier.
He had been wanting this for so long, and Dazai was no patient man. Unable to do this at home under Mori's constant watch, or Chuuya's busy parents. But here, here there we no barriers (except a few, maybe). Little to no limits, especially if they were quiet.
Languid kisses were planted just underside his chin, the bandages contributing to the lack of skin for the redhead to mark up. Dazai cursed under his breath, hazy, brown eyes opening halfway to view his palms pressed flat against the white door.
Chuuya's hair tickled his skin, a moan so light escaping his lips at a small nibble. Breath hitched as blue eyes looked up to gaze at him, God he was starving. He wanted more, the greedy man that Dazai was, blinded by his selfish desires as his hands slipped beneath the other's shirt.
The redhead shivered at the contact, gulping as his face tucked against the crook of Dazai's neck, the greyish bandages warmed by body heat. Chuuya felt a palm rest atop his head, exhaling a sigh of content.
"Hmmm, such a beautiful slug." The sighed words were murmured against his red locks.
His nose scrunched up, reluctant fluster coloring his eyes a darker blue. Trust this bastard to ruin the moment.
"Don't call me that." Chuuya muttered, averting his gaze, before he felt two fingers tilting his chin up to meet the chocolate eyes, crinkled from a grin.
"It's time for the next class, silly." There was a brief chuckle and a certain romance in the way Dazai ruffled his strands. "Or are you in too deep to let go now?"
Chuuya scoffed, mimicking the taller with a sneer. "You fucking wish. You're the one who hops up and down like a dog whenever you see me."
He snapped, turning around to open the door, before a certain grip on his shirt halted him.
"A last peck? Pleaaassseeee." Dazai blinked owlishly.
Tch, wagging his tail.
Chuuya's lips get sealed shut as the other's tongue demands entry, a low, raspy hum pulling out from his throat at Dazai cupping his face, eyes fluttering shut. It was enough to leave him breathless, and he sucked in a long breath when they parted.
–
Mere minutes had passed after Hirotsu's departure when the Double Black — what the Mathematics teacher Mori had named them— entered the class, looking suspiciously nonchalant.
"Where were you?" Atsushi demanded with a softness that suited only him, gaze narrowed at Dazai while he took the seat beside their row, sitting alongside Ranpo.
"What?" Dazai shrugged innocently, pretending to look inside his backpack to somehow escape the conversation. "We were just skipping Biology. You should have come."
Well, when he said it like that, it did make sense. Atsushi would too, especially after today's lecture on 'focusing on your studies' from Hirotsu-senpai when he couldn't label the diagram of heart. He was a failure in front of one of the most bearable teachers, and that sucked.
"Had fun?" Ranpo wiggled his eyebrows at Dazai, who had to suppress the grin of happiness that came from within.
"Alright only. Better a Chihuahua than no company, right?"
"Hm, sure. Your lips are swollen."
He cleared his throat at that, quickly taking out a random book, and pretending to look through the contents.
"Ranpo! I know you like me, but we can't have you staring at my lips like that." He said, playing serious as his eyes ran across the page.
Ranpo scoffed, turning his head back to look at Chuuya, all fumbling and flustered whilst seated among his friends.
"You piss me off."
Ranpo hated lovebirds.