ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ꜱᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ

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Unfortunately, Hirotsu only allowed three days off work - he didn't know the reason behind the sudden leave. He was especially skeptical after Tachihara announced that Chuuya and Dazai went on a camping trip together. His exact words were "well isn't that interesting?" This left Chuuya with a lot of explaining that he avoided by burying himself into customer service so Hirotsu never got a chance to ask.

So now he was working at the till, like he always was, and Ryuunosuke was in the kitchen baking desserts that were low in stock. He had a few regulars, noticeably the strange trio that came in every so often.

"I'll have a matcha latte." Sigma ordered, and Nikolai was stood behind him. His fingers were combing through the other's long locks, occasionally detangling a knot. Fyodor was behind Nikolai, braiding the grey hair. Chuuya knew better than to comment on this. He input the order and Sigma paid, and as he moved to the waiting area, the duo trailed behind him like a train. Chuuya was busy with the drink when Fyodor spoke up.

"You've been with Dazai haven't you?" Chuuya spilt the matcha powder all over his apron and his head snapped towards the dark haired man.

"Oh, is that why we haven't seen you? Have you lowered your standards to Dazai? What about Sigma? He's handsome and desperately needs some sex!" Sigma pulled a face, and Nikolai continued to grill Chuuya about Dazai. "Is he really that good in bed? How does he pull so many men and women? I think he's even pulled a non binary person before!"

"We didn't sleep together, there's a terrible misunderstanding here and I want him dead." Chuuya grimaced, dusting the green powder off his clothes. "Trust me, I hate the guy."

"So if he asked you on a date, you would say no?" Fyodor asked, and Chuuya was aghast.

"Obviously! Who even wants to date a masochist?"

"I do."

"Shut up Nikolai." Chuuya shot him down before Fyodor could make a grotesque comment about their sex life. Nikolai pouted childishly.

"Don't count your chicks before they hatch." Fyodor stated ominously, and Chuuya raised an eyebrow.

"What does that even mean in this context?" The dark haired man shrugged. Chuuya handed Sigma the drink and they were on their way. Chuuya let out a deep sigh of relief when they had left, relaxing his tense shoulders. There were no customers waiting in line, and his shift was almost over. He had been in the café since seven in the morning, and he got off at two in the afternoon. He couldn't wait to cuddle with Arahabaki after missing her for a few days. He thought about starting an anime that Higuchi recommended to him, making a comment that he might become more likeable if he found something he's interested in. That was a bit unnecessary, but Chuuya would never insult a lady (even if she was a grim reaper, women are women regardless). He was nice like that.

To make his day worse, with just ten minutes away from finishing, the all-too familiar smirking face strutted into the store. He slammed the door open, causing the bell to jingle relentlessly and he swayed his hips as he sashayed up to Chuuya. He looked the exact same as the day before, gaunt and hollowed cheeks. His dull eyes nevertheless brightened at the sight of the ginger, and he leaned against the counter.

"You forgot my kiss yesterday." He sighed, and Chuuya groaned. "Your lips looks dry, perhaps you would like to moisten them up with mine?"

"Don't say moisten every again."

"Moisten."

"Oh my god, I just came." Chuuya replied dryly, and Dazai seemed to cackle at this. As Chuuya watched Dazai bend over his knees in hilarity, he had realised that this was the first time he had heard Dazai laugh - a genuine laugh. It was loud, and ear splitting to anyone with good hearing, but it's not a nasty laugh. It wasn't until an unpleasant feeling in his chest formed that he tutted and inserted Dazai's usual order into the machine. Dazai stopped his chortle and held his hand out.