Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 1.

Chuuya awoke to the sound of his friends calling his name.

"Chuuya! Wake up and go home." Higuchi's voice broke the slumber that had engulfed the redhead.

Chuuya raised his head and was immediately met with a killer headache, and his clothes smelled like alcohol and vomit.

The Halloween party had been a hit, and it has also involved a shit-ton of wine and drinks that normal high school students had. 

"God-" Chuuya began, closing his eyes to block out the bright colours of his surroundings that were burning a hole in his sockets, "What the fuck happened to me? And can I please have a glass of water." He mumbled as he heard Higuchi sigh and place something next to the couch he was lying on.

"You passed out after 7 minutes of heaven. You played with some dude who came dressed up as an office worker or something." Higuchi said as she watched Chuuya gulp down his drink. "I don't know his name but I do know that he left soon after you made out with him."

Even his his hungover state, Chuuya could feel his face burning a bright shade of red. He hated to admit it, but everyone knew that Chuuya was a borderline alcoholic. And also, unfortunately, a lightweight.
The only thing he had going for him during his alcohol induced episodes was that he wasn't a blackout drunk.

Usually, he would figure out what he had done.
Emphasis on usually.
Chuuya's head was spinning.

 Literally, he couldn't even see Higuchi properly in front of him.
"Do you mind if I pass out here for a little while?" Chuuya asked, clearly half asleep again.

He could hear Higuchi aight but her voice felt far away. "As if I can move you. Get out after you wake up I have to check on Gin." And with that she left. Or Chuuya passed out.

Somewhere else:

 
"Dazai, it's been one day. And you already disappeared twice and almost committed 2 cases of arson." Ango's voice became a dull buzz in the brunette's mind as he pretended to not pay attention.

"Ango he is a kid." Odasaku hummed from where he sat on the couch. 

Dazai threw him a thankful but Ango was not having it. He started lecturing his husband about being too easy to manipulate and Dazai just blocked him out.

His hands went around his neck, it felt a little empty without his bow tie around it. Dazai had been gifted that by Ango and Oda when they'd first met, and Dazai usually wore it wherever he went anywhere.

And now it was probably in some stranger's bed he'd made out with and then bolted.

His hand also brushed across the bandaged neck he had, the strips of the bandages getting caught in his hand.

Dazai had plenty of experience in tying his bandages, seeing as he'd done that for most of his life, but today had been an exception.

He'd very hastily tied his bandages after the redhead he made out with removed them and proceeded to mark his already marked neck.

'Well-' Dazai thought. '-at least I don't have to wear a turtleneck to cover my hickeys.' 

"Are you listening to me, Dazai?" Ango's voice cut in through Dazai's thoughts, as he looked back. 

"Yes." Dazai said. No he wasn't listening because who the fuck listens to adults. 

Ango sighed as he walked towards where they kept the liquor. Dazai cringed looking at the bottle. His head was still hurting with the amount of alcohol he's consumed in the party. He wasn't even a lightweight. In fact, he could hold down his liquor quite well. 

"It's a school day tomorrow. Get some sleep since it's your first day." Ango said as he chugged down his glass and turned towards his laptop. 

Dazai exchanged a look with Odasaku. Ango didn't drink unless he planned on staying awake the entire night. 

"Good night, kid." Odasaku said as he turned towards his husband, and Dazai went to his room. 

He wasn't planning on sleeping, but the bandages were getting a little scratchy, so he decided to remove them and let his skin get a little air. 

Dazai went in the bathroom, and hummed as he looked at himself. He'd been wandering the town the entire day dressed like an office worker, with a coat he'd stolen (borrowed, if you will) from Odasaku. His eyes looked red and his mouth was also somehow still red. Dazai began to wonder whether his fling has been wearing lipstick or he'd kissed him so hard that his lips were bruised. 

The latter seemed more likely. 

A red hue climbed on the brunette's face as he remembered the words a drunk redhead had said when he saw the scars on his neck. 

Shaking his head, he removed his shirt and then began to undo the bandages that covered most of his upper body. 

Dazai hated looking at himself in the mirror. Hated the way people looked at him with pity when they saw his scars that they thought he'd done to himself. 

Fuck no. He might be on the verge of insanity but he wasn't cutting himself up. Someone else had taken an interest it that. 

Deciding to shut up his thoughts, he took a bath and called it a night. 

Tomorrow was bound to be a long day. 

Author's note: 

HII

 IDK WHAT THIS IS BUT SINCE YOU GUYS LIKED THE LAST ONE I THOUGHT MAYBE I SHOULD TRY N GIVE ANOTHER ONE A TRY? 

THIS IS GONNA HAVE A COUPLE OF SENSITIVE TOPICS LIKE MORI (no pedo shit because i honestly like mori's character but dude deserves to die and he won't be all bad here.) AND SH AND JUST DAZAI BEING DAZAI. 

BUTTTT ALSO I'M GOING TO TRY N INCULDE SOME FLUFF AND OFC ANGST BECAUSE WHY NOT. 

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAVE HONESTLY NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING AND AM GONNA TRY TO GET A SOLID PLOT AS I HOPE ON. 

TYSM FOR READING AND HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAHH