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Earlier this morning he and chuuya had another argument. It was about something utterly stupid but not entirely. Chuuya has been accusing him of cheating on him, he wasn't entirely wrong about that accusation. Dazai had kissed a women at a bar a few nights ago after a really bad argument.
Dazai had just been so pissed and annoyed, the argument had been so dumb, he left to go get a drink that night, a few too many, and then next thing he knew, a black haired woman was on him, he couldn't remember much. She probably put something in his drink, that night he went home almost immediately.
He remembers finding chuuya standing on the balcony, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of wine on the other. He looked utterly pissed and he had every right to be. Dazai just left the house, didn't give him a call or nothing, just left him in cold silence.
"You couldn't just give me a call to let me know you were okay bastard?" Chuuya had muttered angrily, the moonlight shining down on him, it made his skin glow beautifully. The ginger haired man didn't turn around to face him.
Dazai being dazai just ignored it and went to go shower, then go straight to bed. That night, he slept alone, chuuya didn't join him like he usually did. It's been like that for three weeks, and he still hasn't been able to fess up to what happened.
He doesn't know why he was refusing to tell chuuya what happened, the man would believe him immediately and be upset for him. But, something inside him just told him to keep hiding it and eventually it'll go away. It didn't.
Present day, at 12 o' clock in the night.
It was pouring outside, lightning struck, lighting up the sky every so often, loud thunder that made stray dogs bark in fear.
Dazai had just barely gotten home from work, having taken the bus home since he didn't exactly know how to drive. Chuuya always said it would be a danger to everyone if he'd ever got on the road again or learned how to drive correctly. Dazai agreed.
He knew chuuya was home, he saw his expensive black car in the driveway. Dazai took off his soaked coat and hung it across his arm, he looked around their shared space. It was dark, no light, he just assumed chuuya was in bed already. That was until he heard squeaking, like the sound of a bed frame seconds away from falling apart.
His brows furrowed in concern, he dropped his coat onto the armrest of the couch and headed down the hallway towards their room. He stopped right at the door and listened to the sounds of their bed squeaking and creaking and the sounds of a girl moaning loudly.
"Ahh~ chuuyaa!"
Dazai blinked once then twice before turning the doorknob and peeking in. And sure enough, there was chuuya on top of some woman, both of them were naked, he could see sweat on chuuya's back. Clearly they've been going at it for a while now before he got home.
He stood there in silence until the ginger man and black haired woman noticed him watching. Chuuya slowly turned around to look, seeing as the woman he was having sex with, suddenly gasped and attempted to put her arms over her chest as if to hide.
For a second he was shocked to see dazai but then his expression relaxed to something more colder.
"I'd thought you'd be home later? You usually are these days."
Chuuya didn't look panicked, worried, concerned about what dazai had just walked in on. He pulled out from the woman, giving her the chance to fully cover herself. The woman in question looked ready to run out of there before that brunette man murdered her.
Dazai stayed silent, brows furrowed, a frown on his face as if he couldn't understand why chuuya would do this. Or maybe he did understand but just didn't want to believe it.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. It's rude to interrupt two people having sex you know?" Chuuya's tone was condescending, not usually how he sounded like.
The black haired girl looked between the two men, her expression filled with worry and concern.
"You know what? I think i should really get going, ha-haha." She let out a fake laugh, she stood up with the comforter wrapped around her. She sent an awkward glance towards them before moving to grab her clothes from the floor.
"Bathrooms down the hallway on the left, take your time, no rush." Chuuya muttered kindly, way kindly then he has been to dazai these last few weeks. Maybe it was deserved.
She gave a small nod and hurried out of there and toward the bathroom using his directions.
Now it was just the two of them in the bedroom, dazai stood there fully clothed, a bit wet from the downpour. Chuuya was there completely naked, unconcerned by everything, unbothered even.
Chuuya grabbed his boxers from the floor and slipped them onto his hips with no panic, he was calm and collected. Once they were on he turned to fully look at dazai.
"Ahh, I need a shower. Meet you in the living room in a few minutes?" Chuuya let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair as if he was the one who was most stressed at the moment. Then he left right out of the room and dazai didn't even stop him.
The smell of sex still lingered in the room and it was disgusting.
Dazai didn't know whether or not to blame himself for this or chuuyas lack of self-control. Was this a punishment for him? Chuuya clearly thinks he had been cheating the entire time when he hadn't. Was this revenge or something because it sure felt like it.
He shook his head before vacating the room as well, he couldn't stand the smell in there. Just as chuuya wanted, he waited in the living room, watched as the woman from before walked out of their house half satisfied and half filled with guilt. Homewrecker, or maybe not.
Fifteen minutes later and chuuya came to the living room now dressed in fresher clothes smelling way fresher than before. A t-shirt and sweatpants, that was it.
Chuuya didn't immediately speak and neither did dazai. Both of them seemed happy to keep the unsettling, awkward silence. Until chuuya let out another sigh and went toward the kitchen to get himself a bottle of wine. Why should he feel guilt when dazai cheated first?
It's only fair he cheats on him too right?
Once he had his bottle of wine he came back to the living room where his lover? Ex? Was waiting on the leather couch.
"You have anything to say or you just gonna stay silent like you always do?" Chuuya grumbled, the wine was already getting to him, he had a very small tolerance for anything with alcohol inside of it.
He took another gulp and let out a grunt, his words were already slurring and sounding messy.
"Why should I be mad, I did cheat on you too. It's only payback right? Karma's a bitch huh?" Dazai let out a chuckle full of self depreciation, he sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.
"I don't even care. We clearly don't love each other like we used to." Dazai pushed himself up from the couch, intending to just go to sleep in the guest like he's been doing the past three weeks. The bed was quite comfortable actually.
"If~ you, hic* hadn't cheated first, then we wouldn't be here right now. So really~ it's all your fault you fucking piece of shit." Chuuya slurred drunkenly, cursing like a sailor like he always did. "Go cry yourself to sleep, hic* bastard."
Dazai paused in his steps for a second, for a minute he was almost tempted to tell the truth but then he faltered. "Whatever chuuya. I'm not going to be the one who'll wake up with a hangover." Then he left.
The next morning, the day continued on as usual. Both of them went to their work places, chuuya to his job as a mechanic and dazai to his job as a philosopher teacher at a college.
Dazai just couldn't stop thinking about the night before, the voice inside of his head was begging him to tell the truth before their relationship was completely ruined. But as usual, he was letting good things go to waste, that was dazai osamu.
Later that day after they both got home at different times, dazai at six in the evening and chuuya at ten in the night since he usually had late shifts with working with cars. Another argument, their new normal. Chuuya did not make enough food for him that evening so he made himself some tofu and ate it with soy sauce.
It was whatev's, nothing special, nothing like what chuuya ate. Grilled chicken, grilled veggies with different seasonings. Colorful.
He just had a block of white tofu with soy sauce, very sad looking but yummy tasting.
They didn't talk to each other after that argument, it was better that way. Or else they would actually have to talk about what happened the night before. There was nothing that could fix their relationship and that was the truth.
Even if dazai spoke the truth, chuuya could either think he was lying to save himself or not care. And plus, chuuya already cheated, something like that wouldn't be forgotten easily. It would always stay in their minds even if they somehow fixed this mess.
It ended up raining that night too...