Fate Hates Us All, Remember? || Soukoku \ BSD

♬ || May 3rd

"The hells wrong-" Chuuya noticed something. "You... "

Chuuya paused. He was shocked at what he saw, and embarrassment filled Dazai's face.

"When the fuck did you learn to play guitar?" Were the last words he thought he was going to hear. Dazai blinked. Once. Twice. Three times before he realized what the redhead asked of him.

"Oh- well- I stopped playing- I uh- really just keep that since it was a gift."

"You still once played didn't you?"

"Yeah-"

"Then why'd you stop? "

That... Dazai didn't know. Maybe it was because people shunned him for it? Maybe it was because his prodigy brain wasn't meant for music. Atleast he wasn't asking about the drawings, he got lucky those got buried under a pile of clothes. "I dunno, just get out of my closet. " he stood right in front of Chuuya protecting the now closed doors. Again, with his amazing pouty face.

"Can you play any other instruments?" Peeped Chuuya out of curiosity.

"I've played piano, trumpet, and guitar only. "

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU LEARN??? "

"I was six when I picked up the piano and trumpet, and seven when I picked up a guitar. It was pretty useless, I just did it out of boredom, " Dazai sighed, trying to get the eager one out of his face.

"You. Are. A. Complete. Idiot. Play. Right now."

"What do you mean play-"

"Play the guitar and I'll tell if you learning it in the first place was useless. "

"But-"

"No buts," Chuuya with his 'I'll kill you if you don't' expression got Dazai to go along. Why? Cause it's FUCKING 6:30AM. AM! No way was he awake enough to argue. 'You're going to play horribly. Thats why you stopped. It was useless. You weren't even good at it.'

A string made a sound. It was slow at first, but once Dazai closed his eyes, it got smoother. Nicer. Chuuya watched in awe at Dazai's fingers moving swiftly, yet perfectly. Didn't he say he hadn't played it in a while? Well, this was like something he's been doing his whole life, and man was he good. It was angelic, pleasant to Chuuya's picky ears. It wasn't the sound of chalk on a blackboard or a knife on a bottle. It was like something Dazai genuinely enjoyed that made it so special. Yes, there were some wrong notes which Chuuya could see Dazai squint his eyes even harder each time it happened, but that didn't take away from his playing.

Dazai finished the song, letting the last note ring out. He didn't want to open his eyes. Of all people he played for, it was his worst enemy. Not only to his job at the agency, but since day one of meeting the little hatrack. Why did he feel such fear in this moment? Did his worries of others opinions really come back to haunt him again? Why? 'What was Chuuya thinking? Bet he thought that was horrible. It was horrib-'

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Clapping filled Dazai's ears. That signaled his eyes to flutter open to see the astonished Chuuya. "Oh~? Chibi liked my own playing~?"

Chuuya paused for a second, but quickly turned his head away nodding. It put a soft smile to Dazai's face. It wasn't often someone complimented him. There was really just one other person who gave proper compliments to him. "The fuck you looking at? I said I liked your playing so stop staring you little piece of shit."

"Oh~? Little~? Sorry, but you should install a mirror in that house of yours~ Make sure it's on the ground so you can get a good look at yourself~" Dazai laughed at his own joke which only pissed off the redhead more.

"WHY YOU FUCKER-"

It went on. Laughter, bickering, screaming was all you could hear from Dazai's small apartment. It was lovely in there for once. Despite the fatigue that Dazai was feeling, he didn't want that moment to end. So, he snuck a picture of Chuuya trying to figure out how the guitar worked.
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"The fuck are you doing?" Chuuya looked up questioningly.

"Nothin', nothin'~" Dazai chuckled with his iconic grin that Chuuya so desperatly hated.  The picture was hidden behind himself, Chuuya was in a simple outfit, greenish blue shirt and gray pants with white socks. His shoes were at the door. It wasn't often Dazai saw him in such casual clothing. The picture revealed Chuuya screaming as he tried pulling his hair out at how annoying each note he played on the acoustic guitar sounded terrible.

"Oi, tell me what you just did!" Chuuya snarled.

Laughter filled the small clean apartment. Loud confused yelling also could be heard from there. Sound that was lost over four whole years ago. Sound that Dazai never thought he'd hear ever again.

"IF YOU DON'T FUCKING EXPLAIN I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW!" Chuuya screamed, getting up to tackle Dazai. 

Dazai simply laughed even harder. 

Ngl I originally was going to flat out drop this, but I reread this like MONTHS after i half finished this chapter and MAN did I find it cute- So I'm BACK!! ello :>