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Chapter 8 Promise You Won't Tell?

Made by @cataclysmiceve1 on Twitter!
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Content Warnings for this Chapter: homophobia
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Dazai stays up in his room the entire day, trying to focus on video games, his homework, anything but what he thinks is happening. His uncle drops multiple times to ask if he wants to go out, to see a movie, to eat something.

"Are you really going to sit in here all day?" Dazai doesn't look up from his pillow, and Mori sighs. "Look—I'll leave money on the counter so you can order dinner. I'll be out with a friend if you need me."

"Mmmph."

"Dazai."

"..."

"You'll call?" "

I'll call, just go on." Mori frowns with concern, but he leaves.

Dazai doesn't move. He can see the room getting darker as clouds roll in from outside, as morning turns into afternoon. Maybe he should move. Take walk. Do some homework...? Later.

But, in the evening, there's this annoying, persistent knocking at the door. He tries to ignore it, pulling the pillow over his head with a groan. It doesn't stop, it just gets slower, a little weaker. But still there.

Dazai rolls over and glares. He stomps down the stairs, not even bothering to check through the peephole before he yanks the door open. It's probably just Mori—he forgets his house key half the time, he's always in a hurry for no reason.

At first, Dazai doesn't see anybody. Then his eyes drift down, and—

Chuuya is there. Soaked. Sitting in his doorstep (he'd been knocking for a while.)

And he looks awful.

Dazai has never really been what he would qualify as a 'good person.' His mom always used to tell him that he was a good kid, but she kind of had to. He's always been selfish, sort of unreliable—and admittedly, an ass most of the time.

// "I used to be like that too." //

It was something his mom told him, years ago, the first time Dazai left a girl crying. He hadn't believed her then.

// "You're just saying that. You're the best person I know." //

He kneels down in front of Chuuya.

// "When I was a kid, I was actually pretty terrible." //

// "But you aren't like that now..." //

"Chuuya?" He reaches over to take his shoulders, shaking him gently. "Chuuya, look at me—"

// "I met your dad—and then I met you." //

Chuuya can't even look at him.

// "And when you love someone that much, you grow." //

Dazai isn't jealous—not anymore. He isn't sad. He isn't angry. He's just worried.

// "I don't think I'll ever love someone like that. I already have you, and I'm still pretty awful, so—" //