𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Your Words Wound Me!

Chuuya Nakahara, as many would say, was a very pretty young boy and he regrettably, fell in love with a very ugly brunette covered in bandages called Dazai Osamu. Ugly, insufferable, annoying, cunning, unfunny and smart bastard. There are many more insults he could throw at the brunette— He hated the other, and yet he fell in love with him.

"God." He grieved, if Dazai ever found out about what he felt for him— He'd never hear the end of it. He'd never live it down!
He can't deny the fact that Dazai was very... unpleasant. But he was still so- so—

Why did he even fall in love with him?

"Chuuya!"
Dazai grinned, resting his chin on Chuuya's head. "Hey!" Chuuya's heart was not prepared for ugly, lovey-dovey feelings! Let alone about Dazai! Chuuya pushed Dazai off him.

"Chuu-kun, you're so mean to me! I'm tired and overworked~ This is domestic abuse!" Dazai wailed, "Chuuya is abusing me!"
Thankfully, Chuuya had a way of venting about his feelings to Dazai, without Dazai ever knowing! "Tu es si jolie, c'est énervant." He said in an annoyed tone, making it sound like an insult.

"Hmph, well, I must tell you that you're incredibly stupid!"
Dazai sulked, crossing his arms with a pout.

"Oh mon Dieu. Tu es tellement adorable comme ça." He groaned, Dazai puffed his cheeks and turned away from Chuuya, walking in the other way. Chuuya couldn't help but cover his face in his hands while muttering sickly sweet compliments about the other in an almost inaudible noise.

Times like these call for Kouyou!

It was because of Kouyou Chuuya realized he liked Dazai, he was complaining to her about how it suddenly gets hotter in the room when he's with Dazai, how his heartbeat gets faster and he can hear it throbbing in his ear sometimes, how he blushes when Dazai compliments him, or when he uses that pretty smile of his—

"Ahem." Chuuya coughed after he knocked on the door, to make Kouyou more aware of his presence. (Knocking on the door is also common courtesy.)

"Lad." She greeted, glancing at the seat near her, silently saying 'sit down'. Chuuya did as he was told, Kouyou smiled at him. "Is there anything you need?" She set her tea cup down from her lips, placing it down on the table in a gracious manner, Chuuya bit his lip, and Kouyou could only sigh when she saw what he was doing and how red on the cheeks he was.

"It's okay, Chuuya-kun. Tell me about it." Honestly, Kouyou found it amusing.

"He set his chin on my head, Ane-san! And- He looked so—" Chuuya kept going on and on, Kouyou finished her tea and Chuuya was done rambling soon after. "What am I supposed to do?!" She was dumbfounded.

"You told him you liked him in French?" Kouyou was putting in some more tea in her cup, she was so, so amused right now.  "Yeah... Oh my God. Is this your way of telling me that I should actually tell him? 'Cause I'm not doing that!" Chuuya rambled, Kouyou closed her eyes gently and drank her tea.

"You're rambling, Chuuya kun." He flushed.

"He's insufferable, Ane-san! I hate him, I really hate him!" She glanced at the door, narrowing her eyes when she thought she saw something move.

"Mm. Well, if you hate him so much, why do you feel this way about him?" Chuuya went silent, as if he was thinking of a reason, which he probably was. "Take a chance, Chuuya. A chance at happiness, let alone love— is a rare happening in the mafia." Kouyou cupped his cheeks, soothingly brushing his jaw line with her thumb.