|~Bitter Brew~|

3. You literally own a 1964 Romanée-Conti...Pt.1

(ALREADY CHAPTER THREE WOAHHH! Anyways enjoy the next 1 or 2 (?) chapters being fluff or just lighthearted soukoku‼️ I'm being nice before I decide to release my angst on you guys😘  ((tw: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SH))
Also For Clarification: "~" is used in a Teasing, Mocking or playful Manner! Not used as a flirty way cause i find that Cringe Ngl😍

''What do you think?'' The taller, brunette man asked quietly, taking off his circular glasses, and with a shaky hand, placing them gently in their respective case. The red-haired man remained silent, his eyes glazing over each and every sentence etched onto the pages before him. The taller man felt his nerves heighten, beginning to fidget with his shirt collar, and taking small sips of his steaming coffee every few moments.

''It's shit.'' The redhead spoke with a monotone voice, his face blank.

Osamu's stomach dropped. ''What?'' He blinked, looking directly at the shorter man with a face full of shock, his eyes seemed to dim. The redhead burst in to a laugh. ''Oh my god! Dazai I'm joking!'' He laughed, his face lit up. ''It was amazing, really. I loved it.'' The shorter man smiled genuinely. It was true, Chuuya enjoyed reading the Brunette's poem, the rhyme scheme and vocabulary of it was beautiful, and the message in it felt clear to Chuuya. The redhead pushed the leather notebook back towards the taller man. Osamu just stared at it blankly. The speechless brunette was now staring at the other with a mix of expressions.

''What?'' The chocolate-haired man repeated, seeming like he hadn't yet processed what the redhead had said. Chuuya's brows furrowed, now frowning at the other. ''Dumbass, I said it was great, I love it. I just made a joke Dazai.'' The shorter man slowly reached out and placed a gentle hand on Dazai's shoulder. Chuuya's heart practically stopped when he felt the brunette actually lean into his touch.

''Thank you Chuuya.'' Dazai smiled, it finally registering in his brain what the redhead had meant. The taller man broke out into a loud laugh. ''Honestly, I would have straight up killed myself if that was your real reaction!'' He chuckled, brushing a strand of chocolate hair from his eyes. His face seemed unreadable. The shorter man's smile suddenly dropped, now looking up at Dazai with an angry, yet concerned gaze. ''Dazai...'' He began in a stern tone. ''That's like the third time you have casually referenced Suicide, It doesn't seem funny anymore Dazai. Seriously, Do you need to talk..?'' Chuuya frowned, staring at the other man's hands that seemed to be shaking violently, a tell-tale sign of anxiety and fear. This emotion however was not evident in Osamu's face in the slightest. In fact, his face portrayed a grin, not an ounce of fear in his eyes. Though as Chuuya continued to maintain eye contact with the brunette, he swore he saw a flicker of fear, as if a mask fell for a moment.

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Osamu's visits to Chuuya continued over 3 weeks, the brunette joining the redhead in the cafe at least 4 times a week. It's fair to say their bond had strengthened a generous amount. Chuuya definitely felt more comfortable around the brunette now, sometimes even having up to three hour long chats with him, about his family, friends, interests and so on. The taller man had also warmed up to the redhead even more, now to the point where they were blatantly insulting each other every time they interacted. The two knew they had not meant a word of these insults, but to others, people could swear they hated each other.

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Stupid Mackerel ♥~11:17am~

Hey Chibiiiiiiii

Chibi <3 ~11:18am~

Wtf do you want

And don't call me that asshole I'm not that short