CHAPTER ONE
Chuuya woke to his mother softly humming a tune he hadn't heard before. He groggily turned to his other side and plopped upwards, groaning as he got up. He yawned and stretched his arms upwards as he stared into his wall. Quickly, he turned his legs to dangle off the edge of the bed, slipped his slippers on, and got up. The chilly air pricked at his legs, making his skin crawl. Fuck how and why is it so cold. He quickly removed the previous pair of shorts and replaced them with warmer, gray sweats, hoping that would help with his last problem with the cold.
Chuuya started walking down the steps as the smell of bacon and waffles filled his airwaves. He quickened his pace as his favorite meal awaited him, almost falling down the stairs from his clumsiness. Once downstairs, he was greeted by his mother smiling brightly at him, and the waffles and eggs were just within reach. "So Chuuya.." he looked up at his mother to see her smiling at him bitterly. He raised an eyebrow as he was confused by this weird look on her face.
"Yeah, what's up?" Her mother opened her mouth only to close it. He looked at his mother, still confused. Chuuya shrugged it off and began to cut his waffles eagerly. "Well, Chuuya..I was thinking of enrolling you back into ballet.." Chuuya almost choked as this was being said, but he quickly swallowed and recovered by drinking water. "Mom, there's no way I'm doing that shit again." He looks at her sternly, giving her a significant look of no way. "Language, young man! And I know for a fact that you enjoyed doing ballet. I could see it on your face! Every time you would show me one of your dances, your smile would brighten like the sun, or when you would win a competition, you would make sure everyone knew." His mother giggled.
Chuuya looked back down at his plate and continued to eat. "Listen, honey. I know it was hard on you as you got older, but please remember how much fun you had. Plus, I kinda already enrolled you.." His heart stopped. He swallowed and looked at his mother. "You WHAT?" The bright woman giggled and looked at him, smiling. Why would she even think of this ridiculous idea? I mean, that was years ago! "Mom...you know how much it messed me up when I was 9. I was bullied relentlessly!" His mother looked at him tenderly. "I know, baby, but please try it again..at least once." She glanced at him with eyes of desperation. Fuck, it can't be that hard to start again; I mean, I know the basics. He looked at his plate at his mother, who was still staring at him. "Fine. But if I don't like it, I'm stopping!" He pointed his finger up and shut his eyes. His mother laughed. "Thank you, sweetie."
Chuuya looked down at his food, taking small bites and twirling his fork around his food. "So, when does it start? Don't I have to get my-uh supplies or whatever?" His mother looked up from her plate. "Yeah! I will take you to get what you need and the starting date...hold on, let me check." His mother pulled out her phone from her pocket, pressed the screen a couple of times, and let out a sigh. "What? What are you sighing about?" His mother looked at him with a smile that said sorry, I fucked up. "I might've booked it a little early.." Chuuya looked up from his plate once again. Dammit, how many things are going to go wrong today!? He let out a big groan. "What day is it, Mom?" She turned her phone around to reveal a bright screen showing an email from the director. Chuuya's eyes quickly skimmed the email. His breath suddenly was cut short. "Tomorrow?!" He screamed, placed his hands on the counter, and lifted himself.
His mother noticed his anger and leaped up from her chair, walked next to Chuuya, and put her arm on his shoulder. "Listen, I'm sorry, Chuuya, but please don't be angry.." He sighed and looked at his mother, who had the same bright blue eyes, except Chuuya, who also had one brown eye. "It's okay, Mom..but just know that it's not my fault if we waste a bunch of money just for me to quit again!" She giggled and looked at him sweetly. "Thank you, honey. Now finish your food and get dressed; we're on a tight schedule today." He nodded and continued to eat his food. As the man ate, his mind continued to spiral until he was subconsciously scarfing his food down and not caring to remember if he swallowed the last bite.
As Chuuya finished, he quickly rushed upstairs to get changed and make himself look presentable for the public's eye. He scrambled to the drawers that contained his clothing. Rummaging through his messy drawers, he finally picks some random baggy shorts, even though it's chilly. He also grabbed new boxers and put them into his bed. As he put them down, he walked to his closet to pick a shirt at random. As he looked through his shirts, he found a simple band tee, threw it over his head, and slid his arms into the armholes. He walked back over to his bed to finally put his pants on. His frail hands grasped the cinched top of his sweatpants and began to roll them off his legs; stepping slowly out of the leg holes, he took his boxers and slid the top of his boxers to his lower abdomen.
After his boxers were put on, he slipped the baggy shorts on, and honestly, they were about to fall off.
Chuuya looked his outfit over and decided it was decent enough. The man walked over to his mirror to see his very ugly bedhead. He sighed and grabbed a brush from the bathroom, softly combing his ginger locks until satisfied. He put the brush down and looked his face over. He was a reasonably attractive man, his porcelain skin glowing in the sunlight that peered into his room.
He went into the bathroom to do his skincare routine, which entailed washing his face with a cloth, putting moisturizer on, and voila, he was ready to go. "Chuuya, sweetie, are you ready to leave?" He heard his mother yelling from downstairs and gave himself one more look in the mirror to decide he was ready to go. He ran down the stairs, giving his mother a signal that, yes, he was done. The boy grabbed his unreasonably beat-up Converse that should be in the trash by now.
The pair walked to the car, the wind blowing on the two with intense power. Chuuya finally realized he should not have worm shorts in this weather and shook his head as the car door opened. "God, it's so cold today." His mother laughed and looked at what he was wearing. "Yeah, I wonder why you're so cold." He rolled his eyes and looked outside. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
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FanfictionNakahara Chuuya was an advanced ballet dancer as a child but stopped. His mother insisted he try again at age 16. At a dance shop, he meets Dazai Osamu, a prodigy at his age, and their love begins to sprout.