The Same Wounds | Soukoku Angst

Chapter 3

Sleep is for the weak, so enjoy another chapter~

TW: Homophobia, cursing,

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The morning sun shined through the window upon a certain redheads face as he opened his eyes with a groan. A pounding headache followed quickly when he sat up.

"For fucks sake--"

His voice stopped talking as he thought about the night before and how he got here. Someone brought him here, meaning they knew where he lived, and opened the door with the keys. There was only one person, a certain brunet, with the spare keys and the knowledge of where he lived.

"Good morning, Chuuya."

A cold voice spoke from behind. He turned around to his comfy chair next to the couch to see the brunet sitting there while reading a book. The brunet didn't take his eyes, or rather, eye as the other was covered by bandages, off his book.

There was an awkward silence as the redhead looked at the other with a perplexed expression. All the memories of the night before started coming back to him, and so did the words he said. He cursed at himself as he realized the situation.

"I suppose you remember what happened with that expression."

The voice the taller male spoke in was lacking its usual teasing and it made the redhead almost frightened.

"Listen, I know what I said, but it wasn't--"

"That's pretty gross, you know? A man liking another man."

Chuuya's eyes widened at the sudden cold commentary he received. The cold, monotone voice the brunet spoke with was unusual. Did it really disgust him that much?

This was totally irrational. He didn't like the mackerel to begin with! Right? Emotions confused the redhead as he stared dumbfoundedly at the other. Was it sadness? No, he wouldn't be sad at such a stupid comment from Dazai. Therefore the Chibi decided it was simply irritation of the presence of the mackerel and his comment.

"Listen, if you're gonna be like this, just leave. I wouldn't ever like an inhuman being like you, so don't get the wrong idea."

Dazai finally took his eyes off of his book and stared blankly at Chuuya. There was heavy tension in the air as the two of them looked at each other.

"Inhuman? Do I need to repeat what I said yesterday? You're nothing mor--"

"Get. Out."

Chuuya stood up from the couch, ignoring his pounding head from the hangover he experienced, and grabbed Dazai by his collar. His ocean blue eyes pierced at the mocha colored ones of the taller man as his grip tightened.

"I only ever gave you my spare keys so you could come here if you felt terrible about yourself again. But I suppose you wouldn't want comfort from a non-human being, huh?"