Kiss me before you leave (or when you come back)// SOUKOKU AU

two

"CHUUYA|| university arc @taintedsorrow
     who put me in this room with shitty dazai.

  GIN🫶 @thebetteraku
     sounds like a you problem icl"

  "Chuuya! Long time no see~!" A voice rang as Chuuya entered the room, making him pause in absolute horror. Eyes full of burning hatred, he turned to the man covered in bandages and stormed straight to his room. Urgently, he ran to Twitter as any poor desperate soul would and sent a tweet out to vent his frustration. Sadly, his calls wouldn't heard other than the people wishing they were him or laughing heartlessly at his very real problem.

Around ten minutes later, he received a call from Yosano, whom he guessed was coming over.
"Hey, Chuuya. I'm so sorry that he is there, but you can do this. We'll file a report in two weeks and you can move out, okay? For now, I'll bring you a ham and cheese panini from the canteen."

"Thank you, Yosano."

The call ended with a beep and Chuuya aggressively turned his head towards his pillow and groaned into it. If this had been a year ago, he would have had the energy to sob into the pillow, to punch Dazai, to do anything- but no. Right now, in the present, he was just tired. He also dreaded the next two weeks as knowing his ex boyfriend, he would endlessly tease Chuuya and taunt him.

Abruptly, Chuuya launched himself from the bed despite its comfort and coziness, ready to leave the room. Instead of wasting his time in bed, he'd find somewhere to sit outside the room while waiting for Yosano. Then, he'd go to the gym and unleash his emotion there until he became a calm sea. One that Dazai would be able to dip his toes into without Chuuya attacking him with an empty wine bottle.

Quickly glancing into the living area, he realised no one was out there so he quietly opened the door just a crack. Enough to slip out and into the hallway where he'd be safe from Dazai. The ex boyfriend that hurt the most. The ex boyfriend that somehow ended up as his roomie.

"Oi, hat rack! Where are you going? Are you gonna go running to your big sis, hm?" Dazai grinned cheekily, suddenly appearing from the doorframe of his bedroom. His brown hair was fluffy as if washed just today and his clothing was casual: a black turtleneck that hid the bandages around his neck and beige trousers. As always, his eyes were condescending (at least to Chuuya) and his tone had a way of making everyone in the room feel inferior.

"At least I can talk to my older sibling. Yours is dead," Chuuya glanced back at Dazai to make the comment. Just to witness the pained expression on his once proud face, just the mention of Odasaku breaking his façade. Now, maybe the comment itself was too far, yet the ginger felt justified after the hurt he had been put through. All the nights he downed bottles of wine and stayed late at the gym to distract himself from his feelings despite his therapist advising the contrary.

"At least my dad isn't dead," Dazai remarked through his teeth, but that wound had healed long ago back when Chuuya was thirteen and standing in front of a car wreck with his ears ringing and leg broken.

"At least my dad isn't a pedo and a murderer who tried to groom me into helping him create a criminal organisation."

Dazai closed his mouth and swiftly closed the door to his room. Peacefully, Chuuya left the room with a weak smile on his face and found himself standing in the middle of the hallway, listening to the rustling as people dragged their bags inside their new rooms and as people ordered takeaway because who is going to cook food on their first day? Across the hall, there was a squeal and bang against the wall, which could either mean a violent hug or violent sex.

  Then, Yosano finally came into view, strolling down the hallway like a model straight out of vogue with a ham and cheese panini in hand. She seemed to glance at the door beside Chuuya, but didn't comment. Perhaps, no surely, she had figured out they had already found some way to pick a fight. Albeit, there was no throwing punches but that was just good luck.