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You sighed as you stripped off your clothes and entered the shower to wash away the lingering memories of the absolute atrocity that was last night's dramatic turn of events. You hadn't spoken to Dazai since you came home, on your own, in the middle of the night. He tried to call you multiple times at the start, but you were so fucking angry that you weren't interested in hearing anything that he had to say, whether he had realised he fucked up, or not. In fact, you were blinded by so much pernicious rage that you just ended up blocking his number in the end, partially to make him feel even worse than he already did and partially to send him into a small state of panic.
Of course you told Yosano about what happened last night—there was no way in hell that you were going to let him get off scot-free. Yosano was just as angry as you were, spurring out many colourful insults and even going as far as to plan out his entire murder and how to get away with it without the risk of being caught by the authorities. In fact—you were the one who ended up needing to calm her down rather than the other way around by the end of your phone conversation.
When the water hit your skin; you allowed a heavy sigh of many different emotions to leave your lips, an inherent mix of anger, frustration, relief, intensity, hurt, hate, love, passion, ignition, elation and ferocity. Your tense muscles immediately relaxed, and you slowly fluttered your eyes closed and tilted your head upwards, basking in the perfect warmth of the water trickling down your aching body. You used your hands to push your hair back; allowing sprinkles of water to hit your face.
You had no idea where Dazai was because you had blocked his number. You didn't even know whether he had arrived back to the agency or not, but since you heard the rest of the members arrive last night, you merely assumed that Dazai would have accompanied them, but then again, you couldn't be sure. You couldn't help but worry, because as much as you passionately hated him right now with everything that you had, you also fucking loved that man. You were in love with that man—and all you wished for was his safety. You wouldn't have been so worried had he not been absolutely wasted—but then again, if he didn't drink himself stupid, then this entire situation would have been avoided.
You allowed a frustrated sigh to leave your lips as you slowly slid down the glass panel and landed on the wet floor, butt naked and holding your knees to your chest, allowing the sweet warmth of the water to engulf you. Your expression was certainly not one of happiness, in actuality, it was everything but. If you could slap Dazai across the face again like you did last night, you would do it without hesitation. He was such an asshole to you for no apparent reason at all—and just as you promised yourself, Yosano and him, you were not going to let him off the hook so easily. You were planning to forgive him eventually, but you were going to make sure that he worked like a dog for it.
As you warned him last night—Osamu Dazai was going to be in for a rude awakening once he got home.
