Chuuya felt happy. On the drive back from the party, as he tried to soften the car’s sharp turns and avoid potholes - Dazai fell asleep in the back seat - the redhead was grinning like an idiot. For the first time in an exceedingly long while – and if he were honest with himself, probably a couple of years now – he felt ecstatic, blissfully content. The night revealed far more than he had expected it to, and now, the outcome was the most wonderful of all. He didn’t have to pretend to dislike Osamu anymore.
Of course, the beanpole who insisted on being a smartass remained as annoying as ever. Chuuya found Dazai’s ability to knit pick any argument the redhead would make infuriating, or how he had to have a comeback for everything. His attitude left him the proud owner of a title Chuuya reserved for the select few, the ultimate “piece of work”. Not to mention that a couple of months of living with Dazai in their dorm room revealed the man could remain in bed for days, not eating anything but Chuuya’s snacks – without permission, by the way! Or how he never took out the trash, or always listened to music without headphones making his roommate ask to lower the volume and then proceed to tease Nakahara about his sensitive ears…
But now something monumental has changed forever, and as the traffic lights and lanterns occasionally illuminated Chuuya’s gorgeous smirk, the redhead could only focus on one thing besides the road – Dazai liked him back.
Chuuya didn’t go to the party with an intention of seeing Osamu there, although he kinda hoped the brunet would go. Refusing to let himself get carried away with that, however, Nakahara spent most of the evening with his friends – thankfully he had plenty. Yet, when he came to the kitchen to get a drink, and overheard Fitzgerald’s mocking tone directed at no other than his annoying crush, Chuuya couldn’t help himself. He had to show off.
That desire, however, quickly disappeared when he saw how distressed Dazai appeared, looking so cute and vulnerable in that gorgeous dress. All Chuuya wanted at that moment was to make sure Osamu was okay. To anybody else, the entire situation didn’t appear that big of a deal. It wasn’t even technically bullying. But it didn’t have to be in order for Nakahara to not like it.
Dazai’s slightly trembling lips gave it away, and so did the way he narrowed his eyes. Or maybe it was his defensive stance, Chuuya couldn’t be sure. After three years of being near Mackerel, Chuuya knew Dazai, even if the latter wouldn’t admit to the same.
And another thing Chuuya definitely wasn’t planning on was sleeping with Osamu.
When he asked him to sit in his car, he really wanted Dazai to be warm. But when they both got in, Dazai looked at him all doe-eyed and being so. Freaking. Cute… Chuuya simply had to kiss him again. And he never wanted to stop.
Now, as Chuuya parked the car beside their dorms, glancing over the man in the back seat, who snuffled in his slumber adorably, Nakahara made up his mind once again. He knew exactly what he was going to do about this.
***
The mornings haven’t even been particularly kind to Dazai, so he returned the favor by hating them with passion. As the light shone through the opened blinds – Slug enjoyed the light way too much for Dazai’s liking – Osamu only grumbled, pulling the covers against his face more, fully intent on remaining there the rest of the day if he feels like it.
Last night he felt elated, with a warm feeling in his chest; but now, he woke up anxious, checking his phone with worry, and saw no texts. The entire evening proved to be much more eventful and, as much as Osamu hated to admit his vulnerabilities, stressful, more than he would have hoped, but…. The prize was simply otherworldly.
Chuuya.
The heat instantly crawled onto his face, spreading everywhere around his body as he reminisced about the previous evening.
