What you're name ?

Chapter 20 Forty Minutes

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Exactly thirty days after he left, Dazai is on the train back to Yokohama. It's a short visit—only for the weekend, but it's more than worth the trip

Dazai's cheek is resting against the window, watching the landscapes slip by—but as they pull into the city and make it to the proper platform, he notices a familiar face, and he beams. Despite being in an interior compartment, Dazai is one of the first to make it off.

"Daz—mmph!" Chuuya doesn't really get the chance to greet him before he's swept up into a huge hug, quite literally dangling off the ground as Dazai kisses him senseless. "What are—?" Chuuya's eyes slip closed for a moment when Dazai deepens the kiss, and he groans. Chuuya really almost does let Dazai kiss him until he's an absolute mess, but he has the sense to remember where they are. "Dazai!" He groans, punching him in the chest. "Could you not?"

Dazai isn't very apologetic, "I needed to make sure you tasted the same!"

"The same?!" Chuuya squirms in his arms until his feet are finally touching the ground again. "Why would I taste any different?!"

"Things can change, you know—" Dazai pauses as he sets Chuuya down, taking the redhead by the chin. "...Chuuya..."

"Yeah?"

"Did you...?" Dazai reaches over, delicately touching Chuuya's earlobe with his fingertips. "Did you get your ears pierced?"

"Oh—yeah." Chuuya blinks, tilting his head. "I thought Junichiro's looked cool, so—" Dazai looks shocked, and suddenly Chuuya isn't so sure. "Is it a problem?"

Dazai shakes his head a little too quickly, and Chuuya can see...is he blushing? "It's not—I'm just surprised."

"Well...I always wanted to, but my D—" Chuuya winces a little "—my Dad never let me."

Dazai squeezes Chuuya's chin a little tighter without meaning to. "When did you do it?"

"After school, the day we talked about Ace." Dazai scowls but it quickly turned into a pout.

"What?"

"Did you hold Junichiro's hand when they did it?"

Chuuya rolls his eyes "No, Dazai, I didn't hold anyone's hand—"

"I could have!" Dazai whines, feeling slighted.

"You can do that next time." Chuuya offers, and Dazai doesn't try to hide how intrigued he is.

"You're going to get more?"

"Yeah," Chuuya shrugs, grabbing his hand as they move to leave the station. "I like the cartilage ones." Dazai feels a little lightheaded. "...What is it?"

"I'm just happy feel more comfortable expressing yourself," Dazai croaks, trying not to think about how much he wants to know what the studs in Chuuya's ears feel like under his teeth. At the beginning of their relationship—and it's weird to think that it was only months ago—Dazai never thought about having sex with Chuuya. Not as much as he would have in different circumstances. With the women he had been with in the past, it was generally the first and only thing on his mind. Maybe a little less with Sasaki, but...with Chuuya, it only became a concrete possibility in Dazai's mind the night after the baseball championship.