I want to be an idle teen.

31.Suicidal

As they arrived back at Dazai's, well, after they dropped Chuuya off at his own apartment, since he wanted to rest, there was an odd tension between them.

Him and Dazai, that is.

The man seemed to be avoiding him, for a lack of better words. He still was as clingy as ever, touching him, looking at him, joking around with him whilst Chuuya was still with them, but….

As soon as they arrived back, the brunet excused himself and went straight to his office, face blank and eyes sort of cold.

That made him….confused.

Did he do something wrong?

He worriedly stepped towards the office, hesitating.

Atsushi has never even stepped foot in the office before. Half of the rooms at the brunette's mansion, actually.

Would Dazai get mad at him if he interrupted the man's work?

Maybe he was just being overdramatic, crazy or even a bit clingy, but he couldn't help but frown.

The way that Dazai walked inside and didn't even spare him a glance before heading to the private office, only asked him if he'd be fine with staying alone or would perhaps like to be driven to Chuuya's place instead of staying alone, made him paranoid.

On one hand, Dazai could just be overworked right now because of the incident.

The ADA did have to get involved, that must involve a lot of paperwork. But Dazai also never avoided him before for work. Hell, Chuuya had to yell at him once because during their office hours, Dazai decided to visit him and tease him.

Dazai never really cared about work. And Dazai never really gave him that blank expression, not unless he was being punished or if he fucked up.

The brunet usually had his facade on for as long as he was around the tiger, so now that the man seemed to be withdrawing from him, he sensed the change right away.

So, he stepped closer.

One foot at a time.

The hall seemed to elongate with each step he took, the door to the office seemingly running from him as he walked.

Why was he so disappointed by the lack of the brunette's presence?

Maybe Dazai was just letting him rest. Maybe the man wanted him to have some peace.

But his brain drew back the memories after his punishment, of the drunk man just crawling in his bed and using him like a body pillow.

What exactly was going on in Dazai's head, the tiger wondered?

What exactly did the man want? Did he want Atsushi to leave him alone?

Perhaps he was getting bored of the tiger's presence. Or maybe just began finding his little mishaps annoying.

But then again, he was really not the one to blame for getting kidnapped.

He stepped again, closer. As quiet as a mouse.

Perhaps he was just too inefficient, the tiger thought. Perhaps his questions were too annoying. His antics, maybe?

Whatever it was, he wanted to at the very least know.

He didn't want the mafioso to bottle up everything he hated about the tiger and then explode at him.

The doors were closer by now, right in front of him. And they were slightly opened.