What you're name ?

Chapter 6 The Taxi

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Content Warnings: this chapter does deal with grief and trauma a little bit, so be aware!

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Things between him and Chuuya are a little stiff at first when they see each other after that—but with time, it starts to feel normal again.

"Chuuya," Dazai yawns, rubbing his eyes. "Relax."

"That's easy for you to say."

The exams are tomorrow. Chuuya's mom let Dazai spend the night, concerned about him taking the train back to his side of town so late—and so now Dazai is stretched out on the spare futon on the floor. Wearing a pair of Oda's sweatpants, because he has a drawer in Kouyou's room. A drawer that Chuuya's parents definitely do not know about, so Dazai had to pretend he just so happened to have them on hand.

"You've studied just as much as I have, Chuuya—you'll do great."

"You sound pretty damn sure," Chuuya grumbles.

Dazai smiles. "Well, I am a fantastic tutor."

"Yeah..." Chuuya leans up on his elbows, looking down at Dazai from his bed. "I really should have thanked you sooner, but—"

Dazai waves him off, "Thank me when you get your results, chibi—now sleep."

"..." Chuuya smiles and reaches for the light, "Night, Dazai."

Dazai doesn't sleep as much as he'd like—he's too focused on the sound of Chuuya's breathing, the way he splays across his bed in his sleep. Having the redhead be the last thing he sees at the end of the day isn't so bad at all.

After that, the exams feel like nothing.

Dazai walks out of his exam hall, tucking his scarf closer around his face. It's December now--and honestly, that makes it easier for him. Less bandages. Part of him wishes Chuuya's testing center wasn't on the other side of town, but it can't be helped.

"Hey!" Dazai glances up, and...Every single member of the baseball team is waiting on the steps--even Edogawa-sensei.

"...What are you guys doing here?"

"You're gonna be the first student from Keio to get accepted to the top two universities in Japan," Ranpo smiles. "We're celebrating."

Dazai opens his mouth to argue, but Kunikida, first basemen and captain of the team, grabs him by the scruff of his neck and drags him down the stairs. "No arguing, got it? Do you have any idea how hard it was to get everyone here at the same time over winter break?!"

Dazai does know, and it makes his heart do this weird thing where it feels like it's supposed to burst out of his chest.

Dinner is loud, full of yelling, laughter, and Atsushi trying to keep track of everyone's orders as he runs back and forth to the counter.

Oda elbows him in the arm, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Hey--Osamu--"

"Hmm?" Dazai hums, swirling his straw around absentmindedly.