I want to be an idle teen.
By - [Anonymous]
On - [Gay anon writes gay shit]
Part - [16]
Website - [AO3/ Archive of our own]
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What would've happened if Dazai never left and INSTEAD became the boss? And he came across an...interesting little...
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Chuuya was the next to walk over to his new spot and take it up for himself, a cig between those gloved fingers, expression tired and bored, the smell of sweet wine freshening the air around them.
"I cannot listen to the god awful classical music for even a second longer." The redhead growled, as he took a drag, the red tip of his cigarette shining in the dark night.
He hummed in agreement, as he finished up his glass of apple juice and enjoyed the soft breeze, his eyes following the movement inside.
Everyone was chatting by now. Akutagawa and Yosano argued, from the looks of it, more so than spoke, but he still supposed that the ADA and their own agency were more like frenemies, in the middle of the spectrum.
Like children whose parents were best friends, so they forced them to play together as well. It was kind of funny to think about it like that, the boy noted, as he watched Ranpo come between the two and poke Yosano, to ask her to bring him some more snacks, successfully breaking the argument and sending a grin Fukazawa's way.
Akutagawa sent him a singular glare, as he spun around and headed back to their table in his oh so glorious pink suit, head raised high, even though he could bet that the man felt ridiculous.
"I'm kind of glad I only got my ass kicked." He couldn't help but laugh, as he fixed up his coat, the silver bracelet on his wrist feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Mm, scared of my excellent style?" The executive chuckled from behind him, as smoke began piling up on the balcony, making him cough.
"You do have an excellent style, but we both know you would have chosen a god awful color palette, just like you did with Akutagawa." He rolled his eyes, even as he smiled.
"Whatever do you mean, Atsushi." The tiger turned towards the mafioso at the mention of his name, seeing that menacing grin paint his features. "I just thought that the pop of color might help him." Chuuya chuckled with a shrug, causing him to laugh in turn.
"You're evil, Chuuya-san!" The man smiled at his reaction and took another drag, breathing the smoke deep in his lungs before releasing it all through his nose. "On a real note, the mackerel dressed you quite nicely. Although, his style is a bit too bland." The redhead rolled his eyes, as he analysed the outfit, up from the sort of see-through chiffon jacket to the white snug pants, and the black vest that matched the tie and the shoes.
"I dunno, I kind of like the outfit. The bracelet is a bit too much, though." The tiger sighed, as he brought his wrist up, to watch the silver glint in the moonlight.
It was quite pretty. But also impractical, and only for events, since it could be easily damaged if worn often, with his job.
"The bracelet is my favourite part, honestly." The executive smiled, as he flicked the gorgeous little stone that hung down from the otherwise sleek design.
