Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

Christmas Kiss

December 25.

A beautiful Saturday morning, the sun has almost fully risen. No loud traffic, no annoying birds, no stacks of homework, no English essay due tomorrow, no loud Dazai, no nothing.

..Until someone from the group chat pinged.

Chuuya just wanted to sleep in.

He put his blanket over his head, hoping to block out the annoying "Ding! Ding!" sounds that came from his phone.

Chuuya sighed, grabbed his phone, typed in his password twice because he messed up the first time, and opened the chat.

— — —

Dazai: Chuuya!! U're finally awake

Higuchi: Good morning Chuuya!! We have a group reunion since it's Christmas today, and the school break will end soon!!

Kunikida: We'll have lunch in the cafe across the school btw, the lunch will only be an hour as the cafe still has other customers to serve. After the short lunch there, we csn go outside to the carnival nearby, specifically for the skating rink, then we csn all head home. How does that sound to everyone?

Ranpo: csn

Yosano: STOP 😭
i'm not surprised though, Kunkida's always like this, so organized

Ranpo: Yeah he never fails to surprise me everytime

Kenji: Yep yep!

Kouyou: There goes Kunikida. As amazing as ever.

Kunikida: Thank you everyone

Naomi: I'm so excited!

Atsushi: Me too! I've actually never skated before though

Akutagawa: It's very complex. You'd fall on your ass too many times for me to count.

Dazai: Why are u thinking of Atsushi's ass in the first place

Ranpo: Kinda 🏳️🌈🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 of u idk

— — —

Chuuya giggled at that statement.

He typed in the chat box to type another remark about Akutagawa's behaviour, however another ping from a different chat caught his attention.

Dazai: Chuuyaaaaa
I'll pick u up later
plz let me
can i

Chuuya sighed. The last time he saw Dazai, he was wearing something so horrid that he wouldn't even try to describe it in detail. As much as he'd hate to admit it, the very thought of it scares him.

He starts typing a response to Dazai's message.

Chuuya: Fine but wear smth nice istg if u wear smth tacky...

Dazai: I wont i wont i promise mom

Chuuya stops himself from smiling. If he ever caught himself smiling at Dazai, the world has ended and he's on his deathbed. He hates his guts.

Or at least Chuuya thinks so.

He goes downstairs to eat breakfast. Kouyou is at the table, she's reading what looks to be a book about a love story, Chuuya wouldn't know.

He sits down and eats his breakfast, conversing with Kouyou.

Chuuya swallows his food and asks, "What're you reading?"

"A love story!" He was right then.

"Tell me all about it then." He smiles. "Go ahead and spoil, love stories aren't my sort of thing."