|~Bitter Brew~|

3. You literally own a 1964 Romanée-Conti...Pt.2

[This chapter is short considering it's only a continuation of the previous one but oh my god guys they are so gay. Read this and you will know what I mean. Such oblivious idiots in denial I hate them (I love soukoku so much I'm gonna cry)]

~1:14pm~

The two men walked up the carpeted staircase towards Dazai's dormitory, Dazai being his usual, annoying self was already a flight of stairs ahead of Chuuya, now looking down at him with a grin plastered over his face. ''Chuu~ya...Come on! You're so slow...'' His loud voice echoed throughout the stairwell, dangling his long arms over the bar of the stairs. ''I'm coming! Damn impatient bastard...'' The shorter of the two muttered, speeding up his ascension of the staircase, reaching the top just to meet eyes with the taller brunette, now leaning against the door, tapping his foot impatiently. Stupid Mackerel. ''Took you long enough~'' Dazai began, getting cut off abruptly by a kick to the shin.

Dazai opened the door to enter his dormitory, it was quite frankly, a fucking mess. Well...one side was anyway, in which the redhead rightfully assumed to be Dazai's. Cluttered desk, pages strewn across the oak floorboards, unmade bed and clothes draped over an office chair. In all fairness Chuuya's room wasn't any better, but he isn't going to give Dazai more fuel to tease him on.

''This place is a shithole Dazai'' The redhead commented, walking into the room and dragging his gaze along it, only to be greeted by a deeper, huskier voice. ''Watch your language.'' The voice seemed stern, but hints of a smile was evident through the sound carried across the room. Chuuya turned swiftly, slightly startled as he had not realized they had company. Chuuya guessed it was the brunette's roommate. How unfortunate. For the roommate of course, because who would want to put up with Dazai's antics 24/7?

Chuuya. Chuuya would.

Chuuya met eyes with a crimson-haired man, in which Chuuya guessed to be ranging between two or three years older than himself. He had dark stubble on his lower face, accompanied by a pair of piercing blue eyes, much like his own, a beige flannel shirt and faded grey jeans. ''Ah, Chuuya how rude of me not to introduce you to my friend!'' Dazai began, walking to stand beside the older man, a fondness could be seen in the brunette's gaze as he looked at the man.  now smiling somewhat warmly at Chuuya. ''You actually have friends?'' The shorter scoffed, grinning only to be met by Dazai grinning just as wide. ''Of course! I've always been quite charming after all~'' Chuuya shook his head, flicking his gaze to the older man again, with a look that said 'did he force you into this?' Which was replied to by a short chuckle. ''I befriended this man out of my own will.'' His husky voice rang out again, a small tug of a grin evident on his thinned lips.

''This is my friend, Oda Sakunosuke, but I like to call him Odasaku!'' Dazai rambled on, sounding  sickeningly fond of the man. Chuuya's heart stung, he couldn't pinpoint why. [A.n: Btw guys this is NOT shipping Dazai x Oda, this is just symbolizing how Chuuya is wrongly interpreting their relationship because he is a certified dumbass <3] 

''Oda, this is Chuuya my-'' Dazai was cut short by the older man cutting in with a chuckle. ''I'm very aware who Chuuya is Dazai, you know that.'' Chuuya's expression flickered to one of utter confusion as he looked back at Oda. ''I'm  sorry uh...Oda? How do you know me exactly? I apologize, but I don't believe we've met...'' The shorter man laughed nervously, trying to at least sound respectful to the man who claimed to know him. ''Ah, sorry Chuuya, no we haven't met, I've just heard quite a bit about you from Dazai here-'' He was cut off abruptly by a hand on his mouth, Dazai staring at him, eyes panicked, an expression that surprised Chuuya slightly considering the brunette's calm façade never seemed to falter, or very rarely so. Dazai spoke about him to his friends? What kind of things did he even talk about? Chuuya shook his head and resorted back to his usual cocky demeanor, smirking lightly.