Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 7.

It's been a shitty fucking week and all Chuuya wants to do is lie in bed on Saturday night. 

But nooooooo since God herself hates him, he has to go to the fucking party. 

"Chuuya, need some tea before you go? Or do you need me to save it for later?" Ane-san asks him just as he's leaving. 

"After would be nice." Chuuya says, fixing his hair at the last moment. 

"You look nice." She says, smiling at him as she took in the outfit. Chuuya hadn't chosen anything special. Just a shirt with a leather jacket, a jeans and his choker. 

Just as he's about to head out, his phone dings. 

Dazai: Chuuyaaaaaaaaaaa

Dazai: Can I ask for a favour????

Chuuya: No

Dazai: Pleaseeeeeeeeeee can you pick me up?

Chuuya: Bruh wtf 

Dazai: Ik its short notice but plsssssssss

Chuuya: Fine gimme ur address. 

Dazai: AHHHH I LOVE YOU TYYYY

Chuuya: Die 

Chuuya rolled his eyes as he took out the keys for his bike, looking at the address Dazai had sent him. He tries not to be too surprised at where the bandaged freak lives though. 

He says a quick bye to Ane-san and then goes to Dazai's house, and holy fucking shit. It was magnificent. 

This wasn't a house. This was a mansion. That little piece of shit was fucking loaded. And even though Chuuya knew his own guardian made a shit ton of money, Ane-san had never let it go to his head. And with Kaji, again being a loaded dipshit, Chuuya didn't feel any different for the brunette. 

He honked in front of the house, praying that Dazai would just come out. And he did. 

"Ayy Chibi. Nice of you to make it on time." He said as he waved, and closed the gate behind them. And then he froze. 

"What in the actual hell is that." He asked, looking at Chuuya's bike with a disgusted face. "It's called a bike. And you can either ride with me on it, or walk to the party." Chuuya replied, rolling his eyes. 

"Can't we walk?" Dazai said, a hint of nervousness creeping in his voice. 

"Wait- Don't fucking tell me you're afraid. of riding a bike." Chuuya said, a slight smirk overcoming his face. Dazai crossed his arms. "It's a death sentence. What if we slip and fall and die?" Chuuya laughed aloud. 

"Climb up, Mackerel. We don't have time if you don't wanna be late. I promise you'll not die here." He said, gesturing for the other one to climb up. 

Dazai sighed and then got up on the bike. "If I die I'll haunt you for eternity." He said. 

"Hold on tight." 

Dazai had held on very fucking tight. Chuuya was pretty sure that he'd have bruises on his ribs from the sheer force that the latter had applied to just hold on. 

He didn't think much of it and just got himself a fucking drink. 

"Hey party boy." Chuuya said as he stopped Tachihara there, a smile on his face. "Hey Chuuya." Tachihara said with a smile too. He spotted the rest of his gang too, Akutagawa, Gin, Higuchi. Although they all seemed fairly sober, Chuuya could see the empty cups in their hands. 

"How much did everyone drink?" He asked, downing his cup in one gulp. 

"Not much. We do have school on Monday again, so try not to drink as much as you usually do." Tachihara said as Chuuya took another glass.