𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

So Date Me.

Chuuya Nakahara hates Dazai Osamu. And yet, when the so-called bastard would open up to him about his real feelings, it always ended with Chuuya comforting him.

This time, it was very...eventful? if that was the word to describe it.

Dazai Osamu was on his doorstep, shaking, drenched wet from the rain, looking at him, his hair dripping with water.

"I don't like myself."

Chuuya frowned, taking the brunette in and gave him a towel. He'd clean the wet spots on his bed, bedroom, living room, over all; the floor— later. He'd gave Dazai a warm bath, the warm water was supposed to be for him for the morning, but he guesses he could make do without it.

"Am I ugly?"
Dazai asked weakly, he turned off the hairblower.

"No you aren't."
He sat closer to him, nudging the other to make more space for him.

"Your hair, it's fluffy, I love playing with it and petting it when you're asleep— or at least when you let me," He reached for Dazai's brown, curly locks, twirling them around his finger. "And your eyes, they remind me of chocolate. They're sweet, and a lovely color— Did I mention I love chocolates?"He chuckled, making Dazai smile slightly.

"Ah, ah, this one."
Dazai looked up at him, yelping at the sudden push onto the bed.

He sat on top of him, smiling, then laying down on his chest, now, Dazai felt his heartbeat go faster, He could hear it.

"This, is my favorite sound in the world. Well, on the same rank as your voice, I love how you can manipulate your heartbeat, like thats actually cool. Except when you use it to prank me, I hate that." Dazai snorted, making Chuuya look up at him, a fake annoyed face.

"And your laughs, it's cute. When you laugh either at a stupid joke, or a kid falling down the street, should I remind your future lover to never have children with you." He whispered that last part, it was probably intentional for Dazai to hear it, so Dazai yelled at him for being so mean.

"So no, you aren't ugly, Dazai Osamu. In fact, anybody would be lucky to have you, you're the prettiest person I've ever seen. So you shouldn't—"

"So date me."
Chuuya froze.

Dazai flipped their position, making him the one who was laying on the bed, and he was the one on top. "You said anybody would be lucky to have me, so date me." he blushed, stammering and stuttering on his words. "I— You—" Dazai laughed, laying his head down to kiss the ginger.

"What? Is the slug crashing right now? Is he that overloaded by my demand?"

"D- demand?"
So Dazai was not asking him to date him, but telling him to. God.

"Of course! Chuuya's my little dog, mine only. Nobody else's, only for me. So it would make sense for him to meet my demands, right?" He blinked repeatedly— Dazai swore he could see smoke leaving his ears. Dazai, being the ass he is, pressed Chuuya's nose like a button and snorted.

(Chuuya would be lying if he said he didn't think it was cute)

"B- You— What are you?"
Chuuya tried pushing him off, "C'mon Chuuya, you're so much more stronger than that, don't get all weak on me now?" Chuuya hissed and barked out some insult, one that was muffled by the yelp of Dazai.

"Owie!"
Chuuya pushed Dazai off. Chuuya had pinched him.

"You are an idiot!"
Chuuya slid away from him.

"Chuuya~ I'm sad though, and now I'm in pain!"
He whined, the ginger scoffed.

"You are insufferable."
Dazai pounced himself onto Chuuya, pecking his cheek and smiled cheekily when Chuuya didn't even bother to stop him anymore. He loved the blush on Chuuya's cheeks, adorable.