Everything or Nothing
CatacylsmicEvents
Chapter 24: please, be about me
Notes:
this story is built around this song, I'd suggest listening to it this chapter if you want to understand things!
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It's been three weeks since they got back.
Three weeks since what Chuuya couldn't really call a fight, but the aftermath sure did feel like one. Dazai hasn't kissed him. Hasn't touched him, hasn't done more than try to make small bits of conversation here and there. And the longer it goes on like this, the more Chuuya starts to wonder if... Did he do something wrong? He knows he's fucked up already, not telling Dazai that he's sick—but Dazai couldn't possibly know about that, so...is it something else?
"Chuuya, come on, are you really just gonna sit in your room and mope all day?" Yuan whines, dropping down onto Dazai's bed.
His roommate is out—has been for most of the day, and Chuuya hasn't really had the nerve to text him and ask where he's been. The level of familiarity that was growing between them is slowly disappearing. To the point where even texting Dazai—just to make sure he isn't dead in a ditch somewhere—feels clingy and unwanted.
"I'm not moping, I'm relaxing, I have a big project due on monday," Chuuya mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. Part of moving his surgery up by two months meant Chuuya was going to have to get as much course work as he could done before that point, and his professors would let him do make up work during the summer.
Granted, that's assuming he makes it—and Chuuya isn't assuming anything.
“Well, it looks to me like your project is all done, and I think that means we should go out tonight." Yuan mutters, bouncing off the bed so she can reach over to grab his arm. "C'mon, it's open mic night at Aoyama Tunnel, everyone is going!"
"Then why do you need me to go?" Chuuya grumbles, sinking further down into his pillows, but Yuan is weirdly insistent.
"Because, I need you to do the wingman thing where you pretend to hit on me so other guys are really flattered when I turn you down and go after them instead—"
"I hate doing that.”
"And I'm making Gin jealous, but they never get upset when I hit on girls, so I need you to help me out here, okay?"
Chuuya makes a face, "Can't you just tell them you want to get back together like a normal person?"
"Makeup sex is hotter when they're jealous, now, are you gonna be a friend and help me, or are you gonna sit inside all night like a big lame baby?"
Chuuya turns his face into his pillow, wanting to say that he isn't in the mood, but then Yuan offers slyly, "And I heard some kids from the biology department were going, so if you showed up looking hot, and you had some guys hitting on you..." Yuan shrugs when Chuuya sends her a warning glance, "It might make someone jealous."
"First of all, Dazai doesn't get jealous," Chuuya mutters, "second of all, he's not gonna give a shit if he sees some drunk guy fawning over me, because it would be pretty obvious that I wasn't into it." Chuuya grumbles, and then he remembers to add, "And I don't even care if he's jealous. Why would he be jealous?!"
Yuan crosses her arms over her chest, staring at him disbelievingly. "Chuuya."
"What?!"
Yuan rolls her eyes. "I saw you guys stumbling out of a supply closet together towards the beginning of the semester while Dazai was still zipping up his pants and you were wiping your mouth."
