Clandestine

Wilde

"What took so long?"

"I walked."

"You always walk."

"Took my time."

Shirase didn't look pleased but Chuuya ignored it and sat down on the couch, bringing his knees to his chest, making himself as small as possible. Shirase on the other hand, sat with his legs spread wide open, his arms outstretched on the back of the couch hogging the entire thing. Nervously, Chuuya tugged the sleeves of the hoodie further down onto his hands.

"You've been wearing that hoodie a lot."

"I know."

"Why? You do have other clothes."

Chuuya considered if he should tell the truth at first, he didn't want Shirase to get angry.

But then he decided that he couldn't care less. "Cause its Dazai's."

"What you wearing Dazai's hoodie for?"

"Cause I want to."

Shirase didn't look happy with that, he glared at the thing and then looked up at his 'boyfriend'. Chuuya knew that gaze and even though he felt his anxiety rising and his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, he didn't back down "if you fucking touch this hoodie. I'll kill you."

Shirase looked taken aback by that, Chuuya had been quiet and submissive lately. Since their last argument, Chuuya just sat down and took what was given.

The thing about his relationship with Shirase was that so much shit had happened between the two of them, things that had scared and traumatised Chuuya and got him to shut down immediately that Shirase didn't know the type of person Chuuya truly was.

He didn't know that Chuuya was not the type of person to fuck around with.

But if Shirase did anything, he might just have to be like that again.

"Touch this hoodie for any other reason than to put it in the wash or in a drawer and we'll have problems."

Shirase rolled his eyes, "Calm the fuck down. I just don't like that you're wearing some other guys hoodie."

"You don't like anything that I wear. You only like me naked," the redhead griped angrily, pulling the sides of the hoodie around his body as if it was a shield. He sat there for a minute or two longer but in the end got up and grabbed his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder and then looped his arm through the other strap, "you're not getting shit from me today and you're not getting anywhere this hoodie. Don't cross the line," he snarled, quickly attempting to escape but as usual Shirase grabbed his wrist.

Again.

A sense of panic shot through Chuuya and he whipped his head around as if he should be dodging a bullet.

Shirase wasn't looking at him threateningly and so Chuuya relaxed a little, "Listen just please stop wearing-" the other began.

"Fuck off," Chuuya shrugged his hand away and shoved it in his pockets, away and sealed from the latter, "can't fucking deal with it? Not my problem. Grow the fuck up. I put up with your shit everyday. Don't like what I'm wearing? Well too bad."

"What shit-"

"What shit?!?!?" Chuuya laughed at the absurdity of it all "let me remind you of all the shit you've put me through, yeah? Slapped me, and made me feel guilty for dressing the way I wanted. Burned my clothes. Takings drugs and I'm not talking about weed I'm talking about fucking cocaine. And... the fact You're still cheating?" Shirase's eyes widened and Chuuya scoffed, feeling both in disbelief at the audacity and amused by it, "what? You thought you were being sneaky? That I didn't know? Please, if you're going to cheat then try not to do it behind a goddamn Christmas tree."