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Chuuya always drove to school, because it was faster and warmer and he could listen to his music as he drove. Besides, it was a brand new car and it had been really expensive, so he definitely wanted to show it off. Since day number one of driving he had noticed that he had always drove by a boy who was in many of his classes, by the name of Dazai. Dazai was one of the more popular guys in the school, what with his good looks and all. He was old enough to drive but didn't have a car, so he was forced to walk.
Chuuya never gave it much thought, but today it was raining- and not just rain really, more like ice cold drops of water. Chuuya was surprised it wasn't actually ice, it must have been very close to it. But either way when Chuuya passed by Dazai he was soaked to the bone and trembling. The sight made Chuuya feel guilty, and though he didn't really want to, he forced himself to slow down next to Dazai and open the window. "Oi. Dazai," Chuuya snapped, making the brown haired male look over at him.
"Chuu-ya!" Dazai's eyes lit up and he moved closer to the car, winking. "Yes? What is it? Planning on kidnapping me?"
Chuuya rolled his eyes at the question. Dazai was maybe the bigggest and most dramatic idiot he had ever had the mispleasure of meeting, at least in his opinion. "I was going to offer you a ride since it's raining," Chuuya replied, tone clearly showing how annoyed he was. "But if you don't want one.." He almost hoped Dazai would deny the offer, but he knew the chances of that were slim to none.
"What? You do care!" Dazai happily moved around the car, opening the door and getting inside as he closed it behind him and pulled his seat belt across his chest, all the while as Chuuya sat wishing he would hurry up. The second Dazai closed the door Chuuya stepped on the pedal, making the car take off. For a moment- one, blessed moment -there was silence. And then... "Your music choice sucks. Shorty."
Chuuya was going have to use every time bit of will inside of him to not kill this bastard. "I offer you a ride and you insult me," Chuuya muttered, reaching out with one hand to turn off his music. "I know who is going to be walking in the rain next time."
"So harsh." Dazai pretended to wipe away a tear, sniffing softly. "I was only pointing out facts though Chuuya, no need to be upset.. No one listens to the kind of music you're listening to anymore."
"Yes, well, I do," Chuuya snapped back. He found himself wishing he hadn't picked Dazai up, sure he may have felt a bit guilty for a while afterwords, but at least he wouldn't be going through this torture. A red light forced Chuuya to stop, to his disappointment. The sooner he got to school the sooner he could leave Dazai behind and never have to worry about him again.
Dazai hummed softly, glancing out the window. The seat was getting wet since Dazai had been dripping with water already, and Chuuya frowned at the sight. "Chuuya," Dazai suddenly said, looking back at the red head. Chuuya focused on the road as the light turned green, but nodded to show he was listening. "Thank you," Dazai spoke, sighing slightly.
Chuuya pressed down a bit too hard on the petal, sending them shooting forward. Had Dazai just... said sorry? A real apology? With NO sarcasm? How was this possible? "You're joking, right?" Chuuya asked, tone slightly blank from his surprise. Suddenly Dazai burst out laughing, making Chuuya blush. Was it something he said..?? "What?" Chuuya demanded sharply.
"It's nothing- nothing," Dazai said quickly, smirking into his hand. "You're just too cute." Chuuya blushed harder. Had Dazai just called him cute?
'I'm not cute!" Chuuya hissed back, eyes narrowed. He glanced at the time- they had ten minutes to get to school, though by now they should be there in five.
"Aw! Little Chuuya's blushing!"
"I'm not little either!!"
Chuuya went a bit faster then he maybe should, eager to get there. Dazai continued teasing him the rest of the way, Chuuya trying his hardest not to react. Finally they made it, and Chuuya parked his car. "Now get out," Chuuya pretty much yelled. Dazai undid his seat belt and opened the door. Relaxing, Chuuya looked out his window. Finally, that stupid bastard- suddenly lips where being pressed to his cheek.
"Thank you."
Chuuya swung around quickly to face Dazai, but all he saw was the door closing and Dazai's back leaving. Face on fire, Chuuya covered it with his hands. Fucking Dazai Osamu.