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The Prime Time Of One's Life

Tw/Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Possessive Behavior, Boys In Love, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - No Ability Users, Minor Violence, Teenage Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
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High school, the prime time of one's life. The period where you experience so much; from events that make you happy, things that make you laugh and cry, confessions that make your heart flutter or rejection that crush you.

Dazai stood frozen behind the door, one eye peeking inside the supposedly empty classroom. 'Supposedly' because currently, there are two figures occupying the room; bathed in orange as the sun sets behind them.

Now, Osamu isn't the nosy type. People could do whatever they want and he absolutely will not give a damn. However, there's one exception. One person in the entire earth's population that Dazai cares for, so much that he'll shamelessly stick his nose into his business no matter how small.

And since this person is one of the two currently inside the room, Dazai stayed rooted in his place to observe. A big : WHY the fuck is Chuuya there with a damned Fyodor Dostoevsky floating in his mind. But he knew better than to barge in; even though he was very tempted to when he saw the bastard putting his hand on Chuuya's face, caressing his cheek and the stupid doggy slug Chibi was leaning into his touch!?

Oh he better has a very, very, perfectly reasonable reason behind that or Dazai would go berserk.

'Mine, mine, mine, mine.' Repeated in his mind like a chant. Of course, even without being told, Dazai was completely aware of his possessive behaviour towards the redhead and maybe to others, it's almost psychotic or sick but Dazai couldn't care less about what people think. Besides, he knows Chuuya has it as bad as he is.

There's a soft smile on Chuuya's face as Fyodor brushed his thumb over his cheekbone. 'Beautiful.' Dazai could read what the raven mouthed.

Yes, his Chuuya is beautiful, fucking gorgeous, and most importantly, HIS. The brunet's grip on the door handle tightened.

'What do you want?' Chuuya asked him, there's tenderness in his face that's so unlike Chuuya. The Chuuya he knows is the harsh, barbaric, muscle for brain, brutish Chibi. Sure he can be soft, but that's a look saved from when they're in either of their bedrooms. To think that Chuuya's letting other people see that side of him.

Dazai hated the feelings he felt in his chest; it's suffocating. Has Chuuya finally found his first love? Has it not been Dazai all along? Is Dazai experiencing his very first heartbreak?

High school is the best time of one's life, they said, what bullshit.

'Are you Dazai's?'

Osamu blinked at the question, he looked over at Chuuya who let out a soft laugh. He didn't like this one bit. 'I'm my own.' was Chuuya's reply. Sure, nothing wrong with his answer but still-!

'So you're not his?'

'I said what I said.' Chuuya said easily, slinging one hand around the guy's neck, locking him in place.

'Perfect. Can I make you mine?'

Dazai watched in horror as the redhead leaned in; he was tempted to intervene but at the same time, he trusts Chuuya so he stopped himself. The redhead was leaning to whisper something into Fyodor's ear and the next thing that happened was the very same Fyodor, on the floor, clutching into his stomach as he chuckled.

What the?

"I'm not a thing to be owned, dammit!" Chuuya all but growled, his vivid blue eyes narrowing into a glare. "Every single one of you, why are you guys so obsessed with me? I swear to fucking God." He jumped off the table he was sitting on. "That's for treating me like a damn object."

Seemingly not done, Dazai saw Chuuya sitting on the raven's stomach, fist raised.

"Wait, Nakahara-kun, you're not serious."

Chuuya flashed that innocent sweet smile but didn't hesitate one bit to land a punch right on his face. "This one is because I don't tolerate people bad-mouthing that good for nothing bandage waster. That's only for me to do."

Dazai quickly walked away when he noticed Chuuya standing up and exiting the room, trying to appear natural as he greeted the redhead who immediately rolled his eyes. "You don't need to pretend, I know you're watching."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The brunet chirped, obviously delighted at the sudden turn of events. He let himself fall one step behind the smaller teen, reaching out to curl his arms around the petite waist. "You're not pushing me away."

"W-Well, there's no one looking." Was his reason, pink tinting his ears which Dazai didn't hesitate in kissing.

"Mine."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Chuuya waved him off easily, but the blush was giving him away. It's no secret that they both like it, whenever the other proclaimed possession over themselves, despite what their mouths say.

Dazai halted his steps, effectively stopping Chuuya along. "Osamu?" A gasp followed right after as Chuuya was pushed against the nearest wall, a lips pressing against his; gentle but firm. It took him a moment to register what happened before responding; gripping onto the back of Dazai's jacket as he stood on his tippy toes.

When they broke away, both were a bit breathless, but Dazai was sporting this smile- all raw happiness with nothing concealed- and Chuuya couldn't find it in himself to get mad at him for kissing him like that in their school's corridor, dangerously close to the teacher's office too.

"Let's go home. I'm starving." Chuuya muttered.

"Let's. Gotta feed the Chibi before he shrunk even more."

"Fuck off."

And maybe it's yet the time for Dazai's first heartbreak as this is more of a heart fluttering confession only the Chibi can pull off.

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