♔︎ ✰𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔.✰ ♔︎
Never EVER. Have you ever thought you'd be sharing a room with Osamu Dazai. Your enemy since elementary.
He drove you insane, and in more ways than one. Yet obviously you weren't going to admit the other ways. But fuck was it the way he leaned over when you argued, or the way his biceps tightened when he held something. His tall height making yours seem impossibly small, which made you slightly annoyed since he wouldn't take you seriously because of it. Or because he was moderately smarter than you.
Your school had gotten a free trip to a water park. It was far from home so they had also paid for hotel rooms. And of course, you just happen to be partnered with Dazai. The school didn't want girls and guys to have the same room, but unfortunately they were out of room so they HAD to make the change.
When you walked in, you spotted him sitting there, setting his stuff and getting ready to shower. His shirt was off, boasting his chiseled chest and acclaimed abs. Your face instantly contorts in disgust, and you throw your pillow at him "Dazai!?"
He looks back, his dawning eyes settling on you before letting out a peeved sigh. His stabbing gaze fixing on yours as he coos in that impossibly deep voice "Really? I have to share a room with you?" -"I'm not happy about this either" you refute.
Stomping next to your bed and setting your things down. Astonishingly, you were able to get through the night without bickering at each other.... presumptively because you were both tired from the ride and settling in.
The next morning though..it was a disaster. Having to take turns getting ready and having you hurry while doing your makeup. It pissed you off. Soon enough you both leave the room and go opposite directions, meeting up with your friends, ecstatic that you didn't have to see Dazai for the rest of the day...until....at the water park.
You wore an extremely cute bikini. Feeling confident in it. Yet somehow, you didn't feel Dazai's shrewd eyes staring from afar. Even if you did notice, you wouldn't have cared. Until somehow...in a desultory part of the day. He had you pinned against a wall of the water park's bathroom.
His vascular hands constraining your wrists on top of your head. His cold lips right against your earlobe. How did this even happen. Your mind was fuzzy, and you couldn't quite hear his hushed words over your louder brain.
Until you feel his knee press against your legs, spreading them, making you instantly snap back into reality. "Answer me. What made you even think wearing something like this was spruce, hm?"
His voice was low, dangerous, you felt your knees tighten and your core heat up against his knee. You gulp, barely able to get your words out. "I- what-" his large hand slides down from your face, to your neck, and skimming down to your chest, his calloused fingers following the hem of your bikini top.
You felt your resolve starting to vacillate. Your breaths coming out in shallow gasps. He snaked his fingers to your back and undid the strap to your top, letting it drop loosely to the ground. You freezed, not knowing how to react.
Your body wanted him. Needed him. Yet your brain was accusing you of even wanting him to touch you. He leans down, cooing sweets into your ear. "All those petty arguments. All the times you've said you hated me yet here you are letting me touch you like this. Wearing this fucking tiny bikini and expecting me not to lose my fucking brain."
You felt his voice wavering. He was fucking losing it too. He was just as needy for you as you were for him. And it drove you deranged with dishonorable thoughts. You were snapped out of your trance once more when Dazai's gravelly voice vibrated against your ear "if you don't push me away I swear I won't be able to hold myself back." He breathed softly, and you felt your bikini bottom uncontrollably starting to take in moisture.
