I want to be an idle teen.

14.The wasted years

The day of the party was sooner than he freaking expected. It was right after his day off.

The day off in itself was pretty good, although he did close to nothing. He kind of…didn't like being left all alone in the huge house.

With Dazai around, it was sort of tolerable. But all by himself? He felt both bored and yet like he was too overwhelmed by the space.

Instead of waking with Dazai, entangled in a jumbled mess, he woke up alone. With a small note by his bed.

Chibi-kun will kick my ass if I'm late TuT you have some chazuke on the table, heat it up before eating! Bean sprout came over last night too. Give him a call, he seemed worried!

It was kind of hilarious to see the absolutely horrendous handwriting, if he was being honest.

But he remembered feeling quite happy as he spoke with Chuuya over the phone, while he was heating up the said dish.

Chuuya told him about it over the phone, about the party and about how he'd need to go with Dazai to the tailor, to get his suit.

Atsushi wasn't the one for fancy outfits, clearly , but since the party seemed to be official, and since everyone was probably going to show up looking their best, he felt like he couldn't complain about the sudden appointment.

"Can't you go with us as well, Chuuya-san?" He remembered asking, only getting a hum in turn. "Not really. I'll be busy with Akutagawa's punishment." Oh. He couldn't help the evil little grin that spread over his face. Get fucked, Akutagawa.

"Ugh, Atsushi please stop grinning like the waste of bandages." His executive muttered under his breath, making him blink. "Am not." He tried to defend himself over the line, the shit-eating grin still present on his face.

"Please. I can hear it in your voice. You evil little shit." The redhead lost likely rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine. Anyhow, you should probably get back to work, Chuuya-san. The preparations must be huge, since the ADA will be joining us." The tiger ended up smiling fondly, as they finished up their call.

And that's how he got here.

With the woman, the tailor, taking his every possible measurement, and switching through different pieces of fabric, while Dazai shook his head disapprovingly.

"Nope! That shade of gray is simply awful!" His boss grumbled, as he waved the sample off again, making him groan in annoyance.

"Dazai-san, I'm tired." He couldn't help but look up at the man, silently begging to go back home.

"I'll hug you to sleep again, let's just pick out the perfect suit for you, Atsushi-kun." His boss purred out as he trailed his arm around Atsushi's shoulder and pulled him closer, making him sigh.

Well, at least he tried.

As the desperate woman finally showed a pure white sample, Dazai's eyes lit up.