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Practice, Dazai said.
That’s all this was.
Some stupid kiss they had to rehearse for the musical their college is putting on.
Fuck going to a liberal arts college.
So why was Chuuya so nervous?
The two sat on the ginger’s bed in his dorm awkwardly, Chuuya avoiding eye contact, his lips unconsciously forming a small pout while Dazai grinned at him. The latter teasingly leaned closer, causing the former to blush ever so slightly. “C’monnnn, it’s just a kiss, slug,” He pestered, poking Chuuya’s cheek and making him recoil. “I mean, it is me after all, so I could totally understand being nervo-”
“Just shut up already,” Chuuya grumbled, leaning close so their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling. He swallowed at the close proximity, Dazai’s eyes widening slightly for a millisecond in surprise before his expression formed back into that infuriating grin. The brunette tilted his head to the side, his eyes flicking down to Chuuya’s lips for a moment.
“Well?” Dazai raised an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?” There was a beat of silence before Chuuya finally closed the gap, lips brushing softly as the two of them tried to find a rhythm. Hands cupped Dazai’s cheeks stiffly, his own hands grazing over Chuuya’s wrists—almost nervously. The kiss lasted a second—maybe two—before Chuuya pulled away, blushing. “Enjoyable?” The brunette asked, a smirk still adorning those surprisingly soft lips.
The ginger just glared in response.
Dazai leaned in again, giving him a second to decide if he wanted to do it again, before kissing him once more. His hands moved from Chuuya’s wrists to his waist, hovering for a moment then resting against the cloth of his shirt, giving Chuuya the chance to relax as well. Slim fingers ran through soft brown hair, the older tilting his head in order to have a better angle.
Eventually Chuuya pulled away, trying to catch his breath. His lips were slightly swollen, ears red, hands slightly shaky due to adrenaline running through his veins. Dazai’s hair was ruffled up, the same redness decorating his cheeks. The taste of mint was left on his lips, something so Chuuya. He smiled once again, though more real this time. Brown eyes scanned Chuuya’s face, taking note of the soft freckles dotting his nose and cheeks, the contrast of his brown and blue eyes.
“What?” Chuuya questioned, his hands finally lowering in order to cross his arms. Dazai quickly blinked out of his daze, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer, resting his head against the ginger’s chest. Chuuya was caught off-guard, then sighed softly, rolling his eyes. “You’re so annoyin’. . . And damn clingy. . .” He grumbled, though the smile adorning his lips said otherwise. His hand went under Dazai’s chin, tilting it up in order to make eye contact with him. “A lil’ more practice couldn’t hurt, right?” He mumbled softly, seeing Dazai’s eyes glitter.
Their lips met again almost immediately, Dazai practically pushing as he sat up, making Chuuya fall against his bedding. He let out a soft laugh, giving the chance for the tenseness in the air to ease up. They continued on, simply settling for the affection of kissing. Then, unsurprisingly, Dazai started to get a bit carried away, biting Chuuya’s bottom lip softly. Well, he thought he did it softly. Chuuya flinched away, his fingers moving up to cover his mouth. “Ow! What the hell, Dazai?!” He exclaimed, hitting him softly with his other hand.
Dazai chuckled, a sheepful expression adorning his face. “Oops, my bad,” he said, rather impatiently as he leaned in once again.
Maybe this wouldn’t be the most horrible thing ever.