♪ " Rooftop Things. "♪ [ SOUKOKU 15-18]

📼 CHAPTER 4 📼

☀︎song-dealer☀︎

The younger held something in his hands.
" What's that?.. "
" A video recorder! " Dazai sat down next to chuuya.
" What are we gonna use it for? " The ginger shifted his body to face the brunette.
He curled his finger, Putting it up to his lips.
" Were gonna film stuff with it! Messages to our future selves! " He clapped.
" Alright pipsqueak, 3..2..1! "
" Wha- Hey!! " The ginger punched him harder.
" Hello future us! Hey- Dog. Look here! " He held the recorder up.
" Shut it asshole! "
They both started laughing.
beautiful.
FUTURE 18.

He held the recorder in his hands.
" Stupid shit. "
He placed it down.
" Where the hell is he?.. " He plopped onto the couch.
The male glanced at the bottle.
He got up, Snatched it, And sat back down.
Petrus Wine 1989.
" I hope he left this shitty organization. "
He held the wine glass up high.
" Cheers. "
He pressed the glass up-to his lips.
" I dont care wherever the fuck you are. "
He slammed the glass down, The red liquid stained the couch.
He looked at the glass shards in his hands.
" shittt. "
He got up to bandage his hands.
The ginger grabbed another glass. Pouring the wine in,
" Let's see.. "
He flipped through an old photo album.
The last page, A crinkled love letter.
Another picture on that page, A sunset. Specifically what they saw on the roof.
They were both 15, Drunk as hell.
The brunette pulled out a letter of some-sort.
A love letter.
The boy stared at the other.
" Lets blame it on the wine. "
They pressed their lips together.
That night, It was warm.
Not cold. Not hot. Perfect.
Chuuya got up. Going to get his phone.
He dialed in a number.
" I'm sorry.The person you are trying to reach is unavailable now. Please try again later. "
He sighed.
" He left without telling me, Must be top secret then. "
The ginger sat down on the couch again. Slurping his wine.
The drunk male didn't sleep well. A huge migraine kicked in at the middle of the night.