High score // Soukoku

Chapter 3

Woo! I feel like I'm rapid-firing these. Hope you enjoy!!!!

(Yes I'm projecting all my issues onto Chuuya shut the fuck up.)

CW: implied SA, suicidal thoughts. If you ever feel like you can't/don't want to go on, please call the number 988. Your life is important and valued, please do not hesitate to call. The hotline is available 24 hours a day.

3rd person

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The walk there was surrounded by silence, but not uncomfortable silence. Occasionally, there would be bickering about a passerby or cloud formations, something stupid like that. Chuuya was mostly just distracted by the shops and people walking around. He notices small things about them, like the way their hair falls, if they have a pet, how well-kept they look, and things like that. He likes looking around for things he notices or appreciates, it helps keep him grounded. Dazai sees this and decides it's another thing about Chuuya that he likes. Sure, he likes how he looks, but his personality is pure gold. He is so unapologetically... Chuuya. It's refreshing; not seeing people bend over backward to cater to him. He likes that Chuuya is not afraid to upset or anger him. Not that he ever could.

Once their walk to the Ferris wheel is over and they get there, Dazai pays for their passenger car and they head in. Dazai's anxiety is skyrocketing, and he's contemplating just jumping out of the thing. Chuuya doesn't pick up on the fact that Dazai is afraid of heights, but when he does, he tries his absolute hardest not to laugh at him or tease him.

"Afraid of heights?" Chuuya asks when he figures it out.

"So what?" Dazai responds. Chuuya just shrugs, unbothered.

"Why would you choose a Ferris wheel to go on?"

"Figured you'd be less bored,"

"Oh yeah, I'm having the time of my life looking at burning buildings and people chasing dogs in the street," He says sarcastically. Dazai tries his best not to look hurt, he did try his best to choose the optimal activity for Chuuya's attention span. He's seen how quickly he gets bored; moving from game to game faster than you can say 'broke person.' Chuuya picks up on the fact that Dazai is a little hurt by Chuuya not appreciating his wooing, so he tries his best to comfort him. "There-there, bitchboy," he says, patting the other's brown hair, which proves to be more fluffy and nice to feel than he expected. Dazai is a little closer now, halfway on the other's lap. Not that Chuuya or Dazai cares. Chuuya just continues petting the brunette's milky brown hair, content watching the chaos unfold beneath them; just a tad bit disappointed he cannot contribute to it.

"Sad you can't be out there causing mass harm?" Dazai asks.

"You read me like a book, loverboy," He answers, a bit sleepy; hence the nickname. Dazai's heart flutters at being called that. He blushes furiously, but the redhead can't see thanks to Dazai's head being buried in the nape of his neck. "If you lick me, I'm'a'na' fuckin' throw you off this thing," he says, half serious. All Dazai needed to do was ask, and he'd just sit there and take it. Maybe that's a bad thing? He can't completely tell. But he thinks that he knows Dazai enough that he wouldn't do that. Maybe he's right, but he's been wrong before. Human beings are filth-filled and disgusting.

Dazai just hums in response, hoping and praying that he's made some progress with Chuuya trusting him. They talked a lot today, while yesterday Chuuya was more closed off, presumably so that the other wouldn't do anything to him. He was wrong of course. No one is free from Dazai's keen eye, and that includes his beloved Chuuya. He ponders the thought. No one he had met before had resisted his charm, acted so coldly, or been as closed off as Chuuya had. Something must have happened to him to be like this. An answer isn't something Dazai requires, no, he just wants to comfort the other and hopefully gain enough of his trust to at least be hinted to what had happened, though he was fairly sure what it was already.