Double Black

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Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen years old;

Six months in as a Port Mafia member, and Chuuya was already regretting his decision to join the shitty organisation. See, it wasn't the job or the responsibilities which was the problem. No, not at all. All of Chuuya's problems were because of his shitty partner-slash-roommate. 

God fucking hell, Chuuya hated that bastard mackerel Dazai.

For one, it was that bastard's fault that Chuuya ended up joining the Port Mafia in the first place. And ever since then, the fucker hasn't stopped bringing up the whole 'dog-for-life' business. Chuuya wasn't anybody's dog, damn it! Much less that shitty Dazai's anything. Who does he think he is anyway?!

Other than that, that stinky fish ended up moving into Chuuya's apartment as soon as he was given one! Chuuya had been shown to his new one bedroom apartment, two days after he had joined the organisation. The place wasn't very big, but it was good enough for one person to live in comfortably. 

But of course, that bastard Dazai wouldn't let him live in peace! He moved into Chuuya's apartment three whole hours after Chuuya moved in himself. He didn't bring a lot of luggage with him, but ended up occupying half of Chuuya's closet anyway. Moreover, that fucker took over half of Chuuya's bed too!

The bed was narrow as it was, and now Chuuya was cursed to spend every single night squished against a literal, lanky beanpole. It was very annoying, okay! Chuuya didn't find it comforting at all! It was kind of sad how Chuuya was used to not having personal space or privacy anymore.

That shitty Dazai's presence meant nothing but trouble for him!

Presently, Chuuya was just trying to make breakfast for himself, when his wretched, uninvited roommate came over and went ahead to drape his limbs all over Chuuya, "Chuuya-kun~ What are you making me for breakfast?"

The redhead shuddered, "Disgusting; don't call me that, shitty Dazai. And who's making you breakfast! I'm making eggs and bacon for myself!"

The other ruffled Chuuya's hair, "Don't be so stingy, Chuuya! You'll never grow at this rate, you know!"

"Stop cursing me already, you bastard! I'm fifteen; I'm still growing!"

A snort, "Whatever you say, Chuuya-kun. I bet you'll still be a tiny chibi at the age of twenty two, and I'll be a whole lot taller than you!"

Chuuya kicked his asshole of a partner's shin, "I said, stop calling me that! And stop cursing me, oi!"

Dazai whined as the other mafioso finally sat down to eat, "Stop kicking me, Chuuya! How mean!"

This time, the redhead was smart enough to ignore the other's bullshit. Of course, one can ignore such bullshit only for so long. It didn't take very long till Dazai had wiggled his way into Chuuya's lap, his legs thrown over the other's on the couch.

"Ne Chuuya, feed me some of what you're eating."

The older of them scoffed loudly, "Yeah, as if! Eat it yourself, bastard."

Dazai threw his head back against Chuuya's shoulders and whined annoyingly, "But I'm tired!"

Another scoff, "If you're too tired to eat, you're better off not eating at all. Also get off me, damn it."

It's safe to say that Dazai was more than happy to ignore his partner. However, he did 'borrow' Chuuya's fork to pick on his food and try eating some of it himself. He took three whole tiny bites before passing the fork back to Chuuya.

The redhead sighed, "Done already?"

The concern in his voice was pretty clear, which, of course, Dazai completely brushed over. He patted Chuuya's head, "Yep, all done. Ne Chuuya, lend me that jacket of yours."