What you're name ?

Chapter 44 Hints

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Two months later, Chuuya is hauling three textbooks under his arm, and scrolling through his text messages with the other. "It's so annoying !" Lucy grumbles, walking beside him, "I have the fact that I'm a law student in my bio for a reason, why did he even match with me if it was gonna be a problem?!"

Chuuya shrugs, trying to find the email from his income tax class on whether or not they have class on Monday, "Men?"

"Men!" She agrees emphatically, pulling at her hair. "We can't all have a perfect one."

"I know, I know..." Chuuya snorts.

"Speaking of..." Lucy glances over at him curiously, pausing in the middle of whining, "Did you get a ring?"

"I'm gonna wait until graduation, I think."

"How come?"

"I keep telling myself he hasn't asked because I'm busy with school, so—" Chuuya shrugs, "It makes the most sense to wait until then." Which is another seven months away, but they've been together for seven years , so—

He can survive.

"That's fair enough." Lucy pulls out her keys, unlocking her car. "Want a ride?"

"I'm fine, I'm parked in the next lot over."

"Okay—see you at the Halloween party tomorrow?"

Lovecraft has thrown an insane event for the holiday both years since Chuuya moved to the city. "I wouldn't miss it for anything."

Lucy climbs into her car and pulls off, and Chuuya is left with his thoughts.

Seven years.In March, it'll be eight .

Really, after being together for this long, even though he's only twenty-four , it seems like this is all long overdue.

He bites his lip.Obviously, Dazai would say yes.

Obviously.

Right ?

He jumps, almost dropping his books when his phone rings. "Ane-san? What's up?"

"Chuuya," he pauses at the sound of her voice, almost dropping everything he's carrying.

"Is everything okay? It sounds like you're crying—"

"N-no, I'm fine," she doesn't sound fine, she sounds like she's sniffling . "I—are you busy? If you can't talk right now, I can call later—"

Chuuya comes to a halt, shaking his head. "What is it?" His heart is racing , and his stomach is sinking, "Are you alright? Did something happen to Odasaku—?"

"No—no, we're both fine—"

"Oh god," Chuuya croaks, going pale, "Did something happen to mom?"

"No," Kouyou's voice cracks, and Chuuya is petrified of what it could be, because Kouyou doesn't cry , not ever . "God, no—she's fine—"