MIGRAINE || SKK

Feelings are Fatal

He swore that he'd distance himself from the brunette bastard. But the bandaged waste kept approaching him. It's not like he could do anything about it, right?

"You know, yesterday, this Kunikida guy, he's kinda like you."
"...What?"
"You're both so fun to tease~"

Chuuya grumbled in annoyance, Dazai just kept talking and talking and– wait, why is he even listening to him anyways? The redhead shook the thoughts out of his head, 'Stupid, you're so stupid. Just tell him to fuck off and talk to someone else, is it really that hard?'

(Yes it was)

He couldn't find the right moment to tell the brunette to kindly fuck off. Yet, a few years back, he'd gladly cut him off and yell at him.

Why can't he do that now?

Maybe after spending so much time apart, listening to Dazai ramble on is what he needed. Wait, need? It's not like he missed him or anything!

"Dazai. Do you have, like, zero friends?" Chuuya put down the book he was reading and faced the boy sitting right next to him. "Talk to someone else wouldya?"

Dazai chuckled in response, shifting on his seat. "Just moved back, remember? You and your shitty memory."

"Shut up."

Dazai put on a shit-eating grin, "Make me~" he said in a teasing tone, pissing the shorter one off.

Just before Chuuya grabbed the other boy's collar, his phone on the table started ringing. He quickly picked it up, finally reading his friends' texts.

Shit.

He totally forgot they were supposed to go somewhere today. He slung his bag on his shoulder, flipping the brunette off while leaving the library.

"Who pissed in his coffee today?"

Chuuya ran out of the school gates, he and his friends agreed to meet up at 4:00, and he's thirty minutes late. 'Stupid Dazai fucking Osamu, made me forget about my plans for the rest of the day.' He jogged to the bus station while texting his friends.

They're gonna be so pissed.

Once he had arrived, Gin shot him a glare. And that isn't good. "And where have you been, mister?" Tachihara crossed his arms, leaning on the wall. "Thirty five minutes late, Nakahara Chuuya, you cannot be serious."

Before he could start explaining where he had been, the two proceeded to enter the building, leaving him no choice but to follow.

"I was um.. At the library."
"No fucking shot."
"I was researching for social studies–"
"You're lying."

They arrived at the karaoke room they rented for today. Tachihara immediately plopped down the couch, grabbed the tablet and scrolled through the songs with a lollipop in his mouth.

"I'm not! I swear!" Chuuya flailed his hands, "Believe me!"

Tachihara continued to suck on the lollipop, still looking for songs, while Gin chose to ignore Chuuya, texting someone on her phone.

Instead of pointlessly trying to prove his innocence, he gives up, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. He sat in silence, looking down at his shoes. After 2 minutes, he tried to reach for his phone, only then did Gin speak.

"Did your date text you?"

What the fuck?

Chuuya's head turned over to her direction with widened eyes and his mouth agape, absolutely flabbergasted. It took him a while to process what the raven haired girl had said, he blinked and blinked and blinked— that's when he realized, 'Shit, they didn't think I went on a date did they?'