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I’ve had this in my head since I first saw it so!!! childhood best friends, borderline lovers, high schoolers skk who grew up together, but ended up going to rival high schools, but they go home together every day
Dazai’s time at school lasts for hours. It starts with normal class hours and ends with overdue student government paperwork that lasts until the sun goes down.
He goes home way past afternoon every day, which should generally be a pain in the ass, but coincidentally enough:
He goes home way past afternoon every day, which should generally be a pain in the ass, but coincidentally enough:
it aligns with a certain /someone’s/ schedule.
Dazai slides the strap of his bag over his shoulder as he boards the train.
He’s made it just in time: the doors slam shut behind him and the train starts to life as he stumbles through the empty compartments.
Dazai slides the strap of his bag over his shoulder as he boards the train.
He’s made it just in time: the doors slam shut behind him and the train starts to life as he stumbles through the empty compartments.
“Oi, mackerel, you’re late.”
Dazai can’t help the grin that stretches across his face. “Oh? Did Chuuya miss me that much?”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, kicking his feet against the seat. “Maybe I didn’t want to wait forever at the station for your ass.”
Dazai can’t help the grin that stretches across his face. “Oh? Did Chuuya miss me that much?”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, kicking his feet against the seat. “Maybe I didn’t want to wait forever at the station for your ass.”
Dazai ruffles Chuuya’s hair as he takes the vacant seat next to him. “You would get off and wait for me?”
His best friend scowls and kicks him instead of the seat. “You’d get whiny otherwise. I wouldn’t be able to do homework without your angsty text spamming.”
His best friend scowls and kicks him instead of the seat. “You’d get whiny otherwise. I wouldn’t be able to do homework without your angsty text spamming.”
“That is true, isn’t it?” Dazai beams radiantly and he slings his arm around Chuuya’s shoulder. “Chuuya and I have been going home together ever since grade school after all! Why break tradition?”
“Freak,” the other boy mutters without heat. “It’s whatever, thought.”
“Freak,” the other boy mutters without heat. “It’s whatever, thought.”
“Just whatever?!” Dazai mock pouts. “Who will buy your pork buns on the way home otherwise?”
Chuuya’s eye twitches. “Me! You steal from my wallet asshole, don’t even deny it!”
“It’s called being /frugal/, slug.”
“It’s called /mooching off of someone/, mackerel.”
Chuuya’s eye twitches. “Me! You steal from my wallet asshole, don’t even deny it!”
“It’s called being /frugal/, slug.”
“It’s called /mooching off of someone/, mackerel.”
Dazai waves a hand lazily. “Semantics. But /can/ we get pork buns on the way home?”
“Is it going home otherwise?” Chuuya answers with a grin. “I’m so fucking hungry though, if we didn’t, I’d probably kill someone on the way home.”
Dazai arches an eyebrow and pokes him.
“Is it going home otherwise?” Chuuya answers with a grin. “I’m so fucking hungry though, if we didn’t, I’d probably kill someone on the way home.”
Dazai arches an eyebrow and pokes him.
“Did chibi overwork himself at practice again?”
“Un-fucking-fortunately.” Chuuya’s scowl deepens and he slumps against Dazai’s shoulder, exhausted. “Coach let that useless Dostoevsky play.”
Dazai fights the urge to get off at the nearest stop to find Fyodor and beat his ass.
“Un-fucking-fortunately.” Chuuya’s scowl deepens and he slumps against Dazai’s shoulder, exhausted. “Coach let that useless Dostoevsky play.”
Dazai fights the urge to get off at the nearest stop to find Fyodor and beat his ass.
“What /for/?” Dazai reaches around to massage the back of his best friend’s shoulders soothingly. There are knots where he touches and he presses down, hoping to relieve the tension. “Fyodor’s an awful midfield.”
Chuuya melts into his touch with a sigh. “Make him run or whatever
Chuuya melts into his touch with a sigh. “Make him run or whatever
since he’s so bad at being said midfield—ah, right there.” Chuuya practically purrs as Dazai focuses his attention on the knots closer to his neck.
“Chibi’s like a kitten!” Dazai coos. “Purring and all for me.”
“Shut up,” Chuuya grumbles, pulling away from him.
“Chibi’s like a kitten!” Dazai coos. “Purring and all for me.”
“Shut up,” Chuuya grumbles, pulling away from him.
“Nooooo!” Dazai makes grabby hands in the other boy’s direction. “Come back, tiny fairy~!”
“I’m not a tiny fairy, oi!”
“That’s what you’d like to think. I can barely see Chuuya because of his height, he’s a very rare fairy.”
“I swear I’m gonna—“
“I like you that way though.”
“I’m not a tiny fairy, oi!”
“That’s what you’d like to think. I can barely see Chuuya because of his height, he’s a very rare fairy.”
“I swear I’m gonna—“
“I like you that way though.”
Chuuya’s cheeks are pink when Dazai peers down at him fondly. Pink cheeked, pink lipped, and just so, so cute.
“Chuuya’s cute the way he is.” Dazai faintly wonders if he’s blushing too, and he yanks Chuuya close to bury his face into his messy red hair.
“Chuuya’s cute the way he is.” Dazai faintly wonders if he’s blushing too, and he yanks Chuuya close to bury his face into his messy red hair.
Chuuya lets out a squeak, but he doesn’t push him away. Instead, he holds him closer and mumbles, “I hate you.”
“Mm. Hate you too.”
Dazai presses a chaste kiss onto the top of Chuuya’s hair and tugs at the strands in a way that leaves him purring.
“Rest, Chuuya.”
“Mm. Hate you too.”
Dazai presses a chaste kiss onto the top of Chuuya’s hair and tugs at the strands in a way that leaves him purring.
“Rest, Chuuya.”
Chuuya’s fists pound at his chest. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Dazai doesn’t release him. Instead he massages Chuuya’s scalp, gently pulling at the loose strands. “Sleep. I’ll wait you when it’s the stop. And I’ll buy tonight, promise.”
Chuuya peeks at him curiously. “Promise?”
Dazai doesn’t release him. Instead he massages Chuuya’s scalp, gently pulling at the loose strands. “Sleep. I’ll wait you when it’s the stop. And I’ll buy tonight, promise.”
Chuuya peeks at him curiously. “Promise?”
“Yes. With my own money.”
Blue eyes narrow at him suspiciously, but Dazai must look convincing enough because Chuuya relaxes onto his shoulder.
“Fine. Wake me up when we’re there. Night, Dazai.”
“Sleep well, darling Chuuya.”
Blue eyes narrow at him suspiciously, but Dazai must look convincing enough because Chuuya relaxes onto his shoulder.
“Fine. Wake me up when we’re there. Night, Dazai.”
“Sleep well, darling Chuuya.”
Dazai smiles fondly as a small snore slips out of his parted lips. His cheek is squished onto his shoulder and it makes for an adorable sight as he snoozes away.
“Chuuya should just transfer so he doesn’t have to deal with Fedya,” he murmurs, pushing hair out of Chuuya’s face.
“Chuuya should just transfer so he doesn’t have to deal with Fedya,” he murmurs, pushing hair out of Chuuya’s face.
“That way, he can play with a good team /and/ be close enough for me to bother.”
Predictably, there’s no answer. Chuuya sleeps the evening away on Dazai’s shoulder, and Dazai stares like he’s the only thing that matters.
Maybe he is. He’s why Dazai goes home late after all.
Predictably, there’s no answer. Chuuya sleeps the evening away on Dazai’s shoulder, and Dazai stares like he’s the only thing that matters.
Maybe he is. He’s why Dazai goes home late after all.
If Chuuya hadn’t been going home so late because of soccer practice, Dazai wouldn’t have bothered joining the student government. If Chuuya hadn’t been taking the 7pm train home, Dazai wouldn’t be on this train either.
There’s a lot of things he does to stay by Chuuya’s side.
There’s a lot of things he does to stay by Chuuya’s side.
Looking at him, asleep on Dazai’s shoulder and drooling like the animal he is, Dazai would do it all over again for him.
“Dumb chibi, making me do so many things for you,” he whispers. He thumbs over Chuuya’s squishy cheek and briefly wonders how it would feel under his lips.
“Dumb chibi, making me do so many things for you,” he whispers. He thumbs over Chuuya’s squishy cheek and briefly wonders how it would feel under his lips.
Maybe one day, he allows. For tonight, he’ll let Chuuya sleep on his shoulder, wake him up when they need to get off, and buy him dinner.
For now, it’s enough for Dazai to be right by Chuuya’s side.
[ end (´ω`) ]
For now, it’s enough for Dazai to be right by Chuuya’s side.
[ end (´ω`) ]
