CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 13

CHUUYA POV

He couldn't understand one simple thing.

How the fuck did he end up babysitting Itadori Yuji? Watching movies and eating snacks while witnessing the kid being punched by a teddy bear. This place was a total shithole and Chuuya couldn't possibly wait any longer for Dazai to bail them out.

But the mackerel was taking his sweet time, fucking around in all the possible ways like he was on some kind of vacation.

Mori was going to kill them.

It wasn't a secret that Dazai hated their boss while Mori's obsession with him was getting even worse. And most times Chuuya found himself between the two of them, being forced to choose a side. It was either his boss or his partner. And whatever he ended up choosing was always the worst. So, he gave up years ago arguing with Dazai and trying to talk Mori out of this unhealthy fixation.

He understood that Dazai was having fun and spending time away from the PM was like a breath of fresh air. But this couldn't continue any longer than it was already doing.

And he understood all too well that watching movies wasn't going to solve anything.

"Fuck."

"Language." Yuji was looking at him quizzically, eyes big and almost as brown and deep as Dazai's. Chuuya hated that color.

"And what exactly is your problem, shrimp?"

"You look like there's something on your mind. You can talk to me, if you want to."

Chuuya was left speechless for a few short moments before he got a hold on himself and exhaled loudly. Talking to sixteen years old? That's just pathetic in so many weird ways.

"No."

Chuuya didn't mean to sound so harsh. Maybe part of him did, and he needed to take it out on somebody. But that wasn't the point.

The shift in the air and the sudden flow of Dazai's ability yanked him out of his thoughts and he found himself sitting straighter.

Dazai's bandaged hand fell hard on his shoulder and squeezed. Chuuya got the message but didn't move to get up immediately. Instead, he turned his attention to the TV and waited for the mackerel to leave. Yuji hadn't seemed to notice, too engrossed in what looked like the fifth horror movie from the same director. Talk about bad taste.

Chuuya stood up, patting the kid's head with the short promise he will come back and made his way out of that fucking hole.

Dazai was waiting for him, playing on his phone and grinning like an idiot.

"What the fuck do you want now?" Chuuya was in a sour mood, he wasn't about to play nice to a fucking mummy of a man.

"I managed to persuade Satoru to take me to one of the meetings of the higher-ups. I'll be able to identify if the one who tampered with the dimensions is there. And if he isn't, at least I'll have a chance to gather information."

"And you're telling me this because?" Chuuya frowned, Dazai wasn't one to share his plans, especially not with his hat rack of a partner.

"I simply want my dog to do something for me." Dazai's grin was wide and obnoxious as ever.

"Fuck you too, bandages."

"Cause some chaos." Dazai completely ignored the jab. "Kill someone if you need to. But make a scene big enough for the old geezers to stand on the edges of their seats."

"What for? Don't you need them to like us?"

Chuuya was slowly getting irritated. Of course, Dazai would share his plan if he was sure the ginger wouldn't be able to understand it. Now that was straight up a bitch move.