Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 28.

If you're even angry, or just like pissed off in general, never look towards your phone. Humanity, nowadays, is so invested in their phones, that the main cause for your anger might be there. 

And if the cause is that, the natural response would be to destroy it. This brings us to speed on Chuuya's life, where he currently, was at home alone, without a fucking phone. 

He'd broken his phone last night, and had returned to Ane-san telling him that she was going to be out of station for 2 weeks. He didn't mind. Chuuya was fine with being home alone. He saw her off, and then it hit. 

He didn't have a fucking phone. Chuuya groaned into his hands, and went to his bed. 

Right now, all he wanted to do was sleep. In the evening he'd go buy a new phone- fuck. He was supposed to go to Dazai's house today fuck. 

Chuuya threw his pillow down, and considered shattering his mirror. He could get it fixed before Ane-san came back home. 

Most probably. He sighed and got up, putting on his leather jacked, and brushing his hair up in a pony. 

He shut the door, and started his motorcycle. First, he needed a new phone. Then he needed to tell Ane-san that he'd broken his phone. Then he needed to go to Dazai's house, get his number and pray that he didn't be a dick. 

Chuuya got a new phone fairly easy, and thank fuck he remembered Ane-san's number. "Hello?" Her voice rang clear and cold, the same voice she used for all her business calls. 

"It's just me." Chuuya said, looking around to gouge what time it was. "Chuuya? Who's phone is this?" She asked, as her voice morphed back into her casual tone. "I broke my old one. So uh, yeah this is my new number." He asked, praying she didn't ask how he lost it. 

"What? Oh wait I need to go. We'll talk later." She said, and hung up before Chuuya could actually respond. 

Well, that was one thing off his bucket list. The next thing was to go see a person he didn't like. 

Dazai had just gotten out of the shower when his bell rang. He rolled his eyes at the shitty timing, and threw on his bath robes. 

Ango and Oda were working, and Dazai was supposed to be relaxing for a while. It was 3pm and he'd told the rest of the people to come at around 6pm. 3 hours were supposed to be his. 

He opened the door, well aware that he wasn't wearing his bandages, nor were his hair combed. "Hello what can I-Chuuya?" He said in surprise, and Chuuya himself seemed surprised to see Dazai. 

Which was stupid because he'd rung the bell. 

"Hi. Uh-my phone got lost, and uh I didn't-have your number- so I thought-" He said, his eyes wandering over Dazai's body. "Uh anyway- I need your number." He said, looking at Dazai's eyes again, and Dazai could feel his embarrassment from his spot.

"Haven't even taken me out on a date yet, and you want my number? My, how times have changed." He said, leaning against the doorframe, well aware of Chuuya's eyes following his movement. 

"I would have asked you out on a date, but you started screaming at me. Plus, Yuan got me first." Chuuya said with a shrug, and Dazai glared at him. "Fuck off." He muttered, and was about to slam the door in Chuuya's face but his little body somehow squeezed in the doorway. 

"Oda home?" Chuuya sked, looking around for the adult. 

"Work." Dazai replied, and started walking towards his room. "The rest of the group is supposed to come at 6, by the way. So either you go back home and come here at 6, or you stay here." He said with a shrug. 

Of course Chuuya wouldn't stay with him for 3 hours. That was bullshit. 

"Hand over your number so that I can leave." Chuuya said with a sigh. Dazai could feel the question coming. He could practically taste the tension in the air. Fuck, he couldn't do this right now. 

"Yeah here." He said, as he tore a slip of paper and threw it to Chuuya. 

"I-" Before he could say anything, Dazai said, cutting him off. "Shoo, slug. I have work to do. Come back after 3 hours." And he slammed his bedroom door shut. 

Dazai didn't like the way Chuuya could make him question his entire sanity so easily. It felt weird, and oh people might think, "If you're avoiding him, why do you flirt with him every chance you get?"

Because it's fucking Chuuya Nakahara. 

How are you not supposed to flirt with him? Dazai buried his face in his hands, groaning out loud. He needed to get a grip. Chuuya would be there, if only Dazai got everything done in time. 

And if that damn Yuan didn't ruin everything, Chuuya and him would be together. "Just tell him." A small voice said in his mind. He could tell Chuuya. Would he run away if Dazai told him? Or would he stick around? 

Dazai knew he liked him back. Fuck, they could have it all. Should he take a risk? 

He jumped as his phone rang. Damn it. 

"The person you are calling does not want to talk to you. Please kill yourself." Dazai said, with a smile on his face. 

"Osamu this is no time for jokes." Fyodor called from the other side of the phone, his voice showing rare worry. 

"What is it, Fedya?" Dazai asked, rolling his eyes. 

"Mori. He's moving back to Japan." He heard Fyodor say, and Dazai felt like he might smash another phone. "засранец I don't have time for games." Dazai said to him, speaking Russian. 

Fyodor replied back in Russian. 

"I'm not joking he's moving back. You need to be on your guard. I think he's onto you and Chuuya." He said from there, and Dazai was now pissed off. 

"Me and Chuuya what? What is he onto? There's nothing between us because I keep on shutting him down because for once in my fucking life I can't have something that I LIKE!" He shouted. This was getting worse and worse, Mori was getting too much. 

Dazai hadn't asked him for anything. He should've planned something from the start, the moment he left his home. He should've done something, anything really. 

"сука I'm not running a charity over here, and I don't care if you're upset. Get something done before he comes for you two." Fyodor said from there and hung up. 

Dazai kept his phone gently on his bed, and threw down the lamp he had. 

"MOTHER-" stomp "-FUCKING-" stomp "MORI" stomp 

Author's notes: 

Ignore me using Russian because i want to i have no clue how im going to end this and ive scrapped so many chapters because they got too dark and this is a highschool au and idk how to end  this omfg im sorry if the story is chaotic