Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 9.

Dazai was regretting his decision to help Chuuya study. Big time. 

He expected the Chibi to be bad at this, since he'd asked for help. But what he didn't expect was for him to literally fight him on every shitting thing he did. 

Dazai couldn't breath in his room without the risk of being yelled at. 

Not like it mattered. 

Well, not to him anyway. 

"This is so fucking useless. I have less than 1 and a half week and I still haven't learnt jackshit about any of these. You're supposed to be helping me, you asshole." Chuuya grumbled from his bed, while Dazai sat on the floor playing games.  

"I was helping you. If you want to learn you've got to stop fighting me on everything I tell you." Dazai snapped back. He wasn't one to get angry easily, but this red head was pushing all his buttons. 

"Helping me my ass. You're just having fun pointing out all the flaws in me." Chuuya snapped back at him. Dazai was about to say something back, but the way Chuuya worded his statement seemed a bit off. 

'All the flaw in him?' Dazai thought, surprised. 'Wait- is he thinking that-' 

"For someone who's that amazing at basketball, you sure do hate letting people assist you in your schoolwork. Such a shame~" Dazai said, putting extra effort into letting Chuuya figure out what Dazai was trying to hint at. 

Surprise was clear on Chuuya's face, but then his expression changed. "Fine. Come and help me with this shit." Chuuya said, rolling his eyes as he moved over to let Dazai sit on the bet beside. Dazai beamed at him. 

Now they were making progress. 

The week was horrible. Dazai practically lived with him. They would stay up and late and Dazai would get them loads of coffee, while Chuuya seemed to live with a book in his hands. Everyday after school they'd come to Chuuya's house and then Dazai would usually stay the night. 

They didn't really tell anyone this, expect Dazai's parents, who didn't seem very worried about their son not returning home for 2 weeks. 

Chuuya cleared out some of the space in his closet for Dazai to keep a bit of his stuff. Like his brush and a couple of his clothes, along with his annoying bandages. 

Chuuya still hadn't asked him about that, and if Dazai wouldn't tell him- then well maybe it wasn't something that he was comfortable with sharing. Chuuya didn't press any further.

The sleepless nights and the constant studying made his sleep schedule even more fucked up than usual, and the dark circles under his eyes were almost like someone had punched him under the eye. 

Dazai seemed to thrive on less sleep, and he was even more energetic than usual. Chuuya was surprised at how good Dazai was at teaching. He was a bit reluctant at letting Dazai help him with stuff he was bad at, but Dazai didn't really poke fun at him. At all. He just seemed eager to get to the problems. 

After a lot of hard work, the final day arrived, and Chuuya was about to throw up. 

In fact, he did. 

Chuuya's hands were on the porcelain bowl, the cool making him feel a bit better. He heaved into the bowl, his dinner coming up to the surface. 

He was dimly aware of Dazai sighing behind him, as he approached him. 

Chuuya would yell at him to go away, but he was too tired. He'd gotten about 7 hours of sleep in the past week, and his headache seemed to be much worse than before. The clock had just hit 12, and Chuuya's stomach had decided to revolt against the horrid treatment.