ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ꜱᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ

• 4 •

Wednesday morning rolled around, and Dazai had entered the shop. Despite his usual shit-eating grin, he seemed off. A noticeable difference was that he was alone, no Kunikida in sight. He also didn't make any advances until Chuuya commented on the strange disposition, seemingly lost in his own thoughts as he waited in queue with no fuss.

"What's wrong with you this morning?" Chuuya asked, slightly smirking. "Did Fyodor finally beat your pompous ass? Or was it Nikolai?"

"Why, if Chuuya wanted my attention, he would come up with a better insult." Dazai sighed, rummaging through his pockets for some change. "Kunikida left early and I didn't feel like attending a lecture."

"When?"

"Like an hour ago."

"No, when did I ask?"

"A few seconds ago!" Dazai yelled, and Chuuya chortled. "You're so mean, maybe that choker's stench is starting to mess with your brainwaves."

"That's the stupidest fucking insult I've ever heard."

"It's true." Dazai shrugged, reaching forward to give Chuuya some change. "My usual, you should know this."

"Yeah, yeah. Cappuccino with little to no milk which doesn't even make it a fucking cappuccino with a side of saliva." Chuuya turned his back to Dazai, and he heard the dumbass splutter.

"A side of what?"

"Nothing!" Chuuya grinned, already preparing his drink. This is unusual, Chuuya thought to himself, this idiot hasn't said a pick up line yet. He glanced behind him sneakily, and Dazai was tapping away on his phone, his sweater hanging over his hands like mittens. His neck bandage were slightly higher up, perhaps a human error - not every application of bandages will be the same. His eyes were slightly puffy, his long eyelashes grazing his cheeks as he peered down at his device. Was Kunikida his strange relationship? Is that why he missed him? Maybe the reason he flirted with Chuuya was to make Kunikida jealous, if that was the case, he was a bit of an asshole. However, it was Dazai he was talking about.

"My coffee will be cold by the time you finish staring at me." Dazai smirked, still not looking up from his phone. Chuuya tutted and started delicately pouring the small amount of milk into the drink.

"Is Kunikida your boyfriend then? Is that why you're sulking like a toddler?"

"God no! He's too vanilla for me, besides he's got himself a new boyfriend, hence the leaving me part."

"If I was Kunikida I would leave you too." Chuuya remarked, handing him the to-go cup. Instead of leaving with a witty comeback or a flirt, Dazai seated himself by the window. "Oi bastard! Get out!"

"Why?" Dazai seemed genuinely confused, which only infuriated Chuuya.

"Because that's not how our interactions work! You say some shitty pick up line and leave!" Chuuya leaped over the counter and stomped over to the brunet. They were the only ones in the café (thankfully, for Chuuya's sake) due to the time of the usual lectures. The ginger bunched Dazai's jumper into his fist and brought him close to his face. "What is up with you? Do you want to make my life worse?"

"Are you upset because I won't flirt with you?"

"No! I'm upset because you're still here!"

"I have no where else to go."

"Go to your lecture!"

"But I'm already half an hour late."

"Just leave!" Dazai frowned, and stood up, Chuuya rising to his tiptoes at the height difference as his hand was still engulfed by Dazai's clothing. He lightly shoved the smaller off him and this only spewed gasoline into the fire. Chuuya stumbled back, not entirely steady on his feet in the first place and stared in shock.