Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 8.

The rest of the month was practically flying away. Even though school had just begun, the teachers were handing enormous amounts of homework. Combine that with Chuuya's basketball schedule and well, there was no time for anything else. 

Ane-san was concerned about his well-being but its fine. Only one last year before college. It couldn't be that bad. 

Wrong on so many fucking levels. 

He had 99 problems and he could ignore 98 of them. But that one- he couldn't help the fact that he made his blood simmer with something. Something red. Probably hate. 

Dazai fucking Osamu had managed to worm his way into Chuuya's life, with little to no concern for anything but himself. Dazai still made a ridiculous amount of effort to try and talk to Chuuya, no matter how many times he shut it down. 

He woke every morning and took his bike, not even bothering to check his phone anymore. It had become a routine. He parked near Dazai's fucking mansion, and honked, waiting for the freak to show up and annoy him for the 15 min ride from his house to the school. 

Dazai showed up every morning, with that smile on his face, and said the same things. Well, the general statement was always the same. 

"Heya Slug! Can't you just a get a damn car?" Dazai asked, still frowning at the bike, while Chuuya tried to keep his temper in check. It wasn't fucking working. 

"Be thankful I pick you up. Why don't you get a car, you stupid asshat." Chuuya said, rolling his eyes. Chuuya had still never managed to understand why Dazai refused to have a driver's permit. Dazai never told him anything that made sense. He just made stupid excuses to get out of answering anything remotely private about himself. It was driving Chuuya mad. 

They reached the school, and Chuuya parked his bike while Dazai skipped happily inside the school, probably to annoy his friends. Another annoying thing that Dazai did was merge the two friend circles. 

He brought the people he was friends with, Atsushi, Kunikida (Chuuya had no idea how Dazai befriended that bitch) and someone named Sigma. Who Chuuya had seen once during the party with Fyodor. And Nikolai and Sigma were besties so they kinda went about everywhere together. And Fyodor just tagged along with Nikolai. 

And Dazai didn't leave Chuuya's tail. Like literally, never. So their entire group was a clusterfuck of people who couldn't stand each other. 

The only person who tried to break up fights were Gin and Higuchi. If not for them, Chuuya would've killed Dazai about 178 times already. 

Yes, he fucking counted 

And that wasn't even the worse thing that had happened. Their mid-terms were approaching and Chuuya was getting nausea practically thinking about what was going to happen. He sucked at studying, and his future basketball matches required a passing grade. 

In all the fucking subjects 

How the in the hell was he going to pass fucking Latin? 

He wasn't. He was going to die a miserable life because he failed a language he shouldn't even be studying and everyone would be disappointed because he'd achieved nothing in his life despite whatever fucking potential they all said he had and Chuuya was like- 98% they were blind because he had nothing going on for him. 

He groaned loudly and thumped his head against the lunch table. "Why's he becoming a dying whale?" Dazai asked, munching on a sandwich. Chuuya flipped him off without even looking up. 

"He's gotta pass all the mid-terms to be able to go for the basketball matches. And that's pissing him off because he's pathetic at studying." Gin said, and Chuuya looked up to glare at her. "Thanks for the support, Gin." He said dryly and went back to his self pitying. 

"Oh studying? I can help you." Dazai said. Another infuriating thing about that bandaged idiot was that he was practically a genius. Chuuya had never seen him pay attention in class and he was still somehow at the top of every class. It rubbed Chuuya the wrong way to see Dazai be so fucking good at something he was bad at literally effortlessly. 

"No thank you. I get enough of you everyday I can't handle more. I'm already this fucking close to a homicide and you helping me studying will not help whatsoever." Chuuya said, looking his eyes. He'd fail before he let that bitch help him with anything. 

"Oh you know what? I heard that children were getting assigned tutors. Like, kids who needed them could go to the library and they would hook you up with someone." Higuchi said, sipping a smoothie. 

"I'm not doing that. It's already embarrassing enough." Chuuya huffed. Why would he publicly announce that he was crap at studying. 

"Ah Chibi. I mean- I guess you are weak enough to never beat me in my patience levels. I deal with your annoying slug ass everyday and I still offered to help. It's ok thought. We always knew I was better." Dazai said, going back to his sandwich. 

Chuuya felt his blood-pressure rise. Also something that was common. 

Dazai chomped away on his bread, while waiting for Chuuya to take the bait. "Alright you bastard. Tutor me. We'll see how much your genius is worth." Chuuya finally said, rolling his eyes. 

"Oh perfect. I get enough of you trying to murder each other." Tachihara sighed, just as the bell rang. "Also, I was told to inform you all for a trip. we're going to Europe for some visit and Mr. Hirotsu asked for my input about who all would be the perfect candidates for such a selection." He said it easily, like he hadn't dropped a massive bomb. 

"What-? I mean, What?" Atsushi asked from Dazai's side, voicing everybody's thoughts. 

Tachihara sighed. "Chuuya from the basketball club. Atsushi from the Art club. Akutagawa from the music club. Gin from the photography club. Higuchi from the dance club. Fyodor from the writing club. Nikolai from the yearbook club. Kunikida from the disciple committee and Dazai from the debate club. These are all the different options we have. And uh-" Tachihara looked at Sigma. "I'm sorry- but what club are you in-?" He asked. 

Sigma sighed before answering. "Videography." He said, and Tachihara continued. 

"We're going to the representatives for each club. I mean- unless some of you wish to resign your position, I'm sure we can find someone to fill in. It's going to be gaining a new experience for your future endeavors. We'll be joined by Mr. Hirotsu and Mr. Ranpo. You can get the permission slips from the office after school." Tachihara said, looking at them all. "Any questions?" 

Dazai spoke this time. "Yes. Why do we need Fyodor." He said, wrinkling his nose like he was looking at spoilt cheese. "Because we know him. And he's the best in that club." Dazai still kept up the disgusted face. 

It's bad enough he had to go to fucking Europe. But with Fyodor? They might kill each other on the way there. And now that he had to tutor Chuuya too, maybe it's best if he doesn't say anything. But Europe held it's fair share of bad memories and people Dazai wanted nothing to do with. 

It's the main reason he came to Japan in the first place.  

He looked at Fyodor, and he couldn't be excited about going back either. But his attention was diverted as someone threw a milk carton at him. 

"What- Slug why are you throwing stuff at me?" Dazai pouted as he removed the paper from his hair. 

"Meet me after school near the gate. You are my tutor, are you not?" Chuuya's mouth had a bit of a smirk on his face, and Dazai had to remember to breath. 

A trip with this dude? Oh that wasn't going to be very pretty. 

Author's note: 

Ok so- my school starts from tomorrow and well- it's going to be a pain in the asss. But fear not, because im amazing at procrastinating and I will finish them. 

If my obsession dies then ah- 

LETS THINK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. 

YOU HAVE SOME FLUFF BEFORE THE ENTIRE YELLING SOBBING SCREAMING ANSGT IM WORKING TO BUILD INTO. 

Anyway 

PLEASE COMMENT IM SO BORED ARE YOU GUYS EVEN ALIVE 

have a nice day~