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Chapter 9 Ane-san

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Dazai is beside himself.

"So—" Oda pauses, staring back at his friend, who is slumped over the table with misery after telling him the whole story. "I don't want to make you feel bad—but did you have a plan?"

"Huh?" Dazai looks up from where he's been sitting on Oda's couch, his head in his hands.

"Well—we graduate in four months, Dazai. What were you going to do?"

"I was—"

"You were going to break them up, date Chuuya for a few months, then leave?"

"That's really your concern right now?"

"No, I'm texting Kouyou right now," Oda frowns, "but the lack of forethought here kinda pisses me off."

"We would have done long distance—that's not—" Dazai throws his hands up with exasperation. "I didn't really have a plan, okay?! Are you happy? But that doesn't seem NEARLY as important now as his home situation—"

"I agree," Oda holds up his phone, "his sister is taking the train from Tokyo tonight, okay?"

Dazai practically collapses with relief.

Kouyou has always, always hated her stepfather. Well, that's a lie, when she was younger he was actually rather charming, and he made her mother happy—but in the last four years? She couldn't stand him. And really, her...suspicions about Chuuya had started at around the same time.

Her response had been reasonable, sane—encouraging Chuuya to wear what he wanted, listen to the music he liked, grow his hair out if he wanted. Her stepfather, in contrast, turned into someone she didn't even recognize. And in turn, he turned Kouyou's brother—her beautiful, confident, colorful baby brother, into someone he wasn't.

Kouyou never forgave him for it.

"Sweetheart—" her mother gasps with surprise upon her entrance. "I didn't know you were coming home—"

Kouyou walks past her without a word. Taihra Nakahara tries to speak to her as she walks by, and her response is to simply snatch her hand out of his reach as she walks—marches, really—up to Chuuya's room.

"Ane-san?!"

"Chuuya—What in god's name happened to your face?!"

"Oh," Chuuya touches an angry red welt on his cheek.

Kouyou reaches to check it out for herself, brushing her fingertips over the skin, and Chuuya winces.

Her teeth come together with a snap. "I'll kill him—"

"It wasn't Dad—" Chuuya grabs her wrist before she can go downstairs. "I broke up with Yuan this morning."

"She slapped you?" Kouyou's brow pinches, her eyes widening with shock.

"More like she fucking decked me," Chuuya sighs and shrugs. "I deserved it. I ran out on her birthday, disappeared for two days, and then I dumped her."