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-The next few days are torture . Dazai spends the entire weekend glancing at his phone, making sure the battery is charged, that the sound is on— And in the interim, he even tries to convince himself that maybe he was just a little messed up over the breakup.
Because really, who falls that hard at first sight? For a guy , one he doesn't even know? He was probably just desperate, that had to be it. He even made a point of staring at Odasaku extra hard when he got out of the shower when Dazai stayed over on Saturday, and... Nothing. Objectively, Oda is a fit, good looking guy. A specimen among men. So if Dazai was bi, he would feel something, wouldn't he?
When Dazai's phone does ring on Sunday night, he falls out of his bed flailing to grab it off the nightstand, then has to coach himself to wait .
Nakahara Chuuya.
Just seeing his name on the screen has Dazai flailing to find his composure. He stares at it for so long, he realizes, like an idiot , he let the thing go to voicemail.
"SHIT—!"
"OSAMU! KEEP IT DOWN!"
"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH—!"
"OSAMU. LANGUAGE."
After several minutes of cursing and yelling back and forth with his guardian downstairs, Dazai is sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers nervously as the dial tone rings.
"Hello?"
"Nakahara-san!" Dazai sounds calm, collected, very cool . "I saw that I missed your call."
"Sorry—was it a bad time?" Dazai waves it off, then remembers Chuuya can't actually see him.
"No—I was just in the shower." Yes. Put that image in his head. "Did you come up with some times?"
"I was thinking Wednesdays and Sunday's if that's okay? I have practices on my other days."
"Absolutely!"
"So I'll see you this Wednesday, then?"
"Yeah—is four o clock okay? I can text you my address."
"That works for me!"
The next morning, as student body president, Dazai moved all student government meetings from Wednesdays to Thursdays. It was a scandal , but sacrifices.
When asked what the meaning of all of this was by his principal, Dazai responded that he was unavailable due to a "grave change in personal circumstances" and may or may not have implied that his uncle was dying . But it was fine . "You sure do look nice today."
It's a pointed question from Ango, and Dazai shrugs it off, "You think so? I thought I might like parting my hair this way."
"Did you iron your uniform?"
"Don't be ridiculous Ango," Dazai smiles smugly, "I don't know how."
"Then did you get it dry cleaned?!"
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