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Pathetic sender to a pathetic reciever[GOOD ENDING]

Sorry for being so lazy guys 😅 If you DON'T wanna read the entire thing again, scroll until you see this: 🟢!

"WHAT? YOU...YOU CAN'T JUST KICK HIM OUT!" Dazai yelled at his boss, who sat calmly on his cushioned chair, with the young blonde beside.

"I'm the boss, are you one?"

"...I hate you." Dazai turned around, leaving the office in a state of anger he had never felt before. This was the only time he was actually experiencing this much emotion for the little ginger. He took out his flip phone, then called the contact labeled, 'The little chibi gingerbread man'.

"Are you happy that I'm not your annoying partner anymore?" The other muttered, Dazai knew he had been sobbing.

"You know exactly how I feel, Chuuya. Where are you? I want you to tell me, without needing me to track you down."

"Don't talk to me. Don't call me. Don't message me. Don't ask anyone to send me messages or gifts. Bye, Dazai, I hope we both enjoyed the time we spent as partners. I'll see you never, bandaged mackerel."

"What? Chuuya, wait!"

Beeeeeeeppp...

"Damn it..." Dazai felt like throwing a tantrum, for the cocky Nakahara Chuuya, furthermore. Just then, he suddenly remembered a random memory--

"Darling Maria," he started, kneeling down and taking her hand, "the best cure for your depressing state, is your favourite flowers, here you go, my love. Your beloved sunflowers for valentines day."

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"I know this is a weird question chibi, don't think I'm gonna get you these or anything! But, what's your favourite type of flower?" I asked.

"Hm? Uh...Red camellias, why?"

"Nothing. Just curious." I shrugged, not like the information's gonna be useful in the future anyway.

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--Switch POVs--

About a year and a half has passed since the day he started giving me flowers. Who? Oh, my new boyfriend. He was a mailman, I know, not that good of a profession but, he's alright. How did we meet? I saw my favourite flowers, red camellias, on my door mat. He stood in front of them with a bright smile, and handed it to me.

I was surprised, the only person whom I told my favourite flowers to was that damn...never mind. He's behind me, it was just a small little crush, he doesn't matter to me anymore.

Anyways, I brushed it off as a coincidence and we started to date since then. Now, I earn money by working as a waiter, it was the best job I could take on with a fake resume, okay? I was lucky that boss, my previous boss, helped me print out a fake one.

One day, I was doing my daily job, when a group of loud people walked in. Ugh, I hate people like them. I looked at the group.

Blonde guy with glasses...Weird haircut boy...short brown clothes boy...guy with a raccoon? (I mean, I get that the place is pet-friendly but, seriously? A raccoon?) and uh...wait, is that...

"CHUUYA-CHAN!!" :D

"No way in hell..." I mumbled, my eyes widened as the brunette skipped to me.

"Are you happy to see me?~" He winked, I pointed my middle finger.

The others went to chope a seat and left him behind.

"Oh come on, you know that you missed me~" He leaned closer to me.

"When did you get so...energetic?" I tilted my head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "You're not emo anymore. You got eye surgery or something?"

"Oh, whatever. Are you liking the fl-"

"DAZAI! BETTER GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW! STOP FLIRTING WITH RANDOM WOMEN!"

Holy shit, that sounds like my line.

"Oops, gotta go now, bye chibi~!" Dazai rushed away.

Just then, I spotted another familiar person coming in. Oh fuck, my past crush and boyfriend in the same place- wait. No way. He said he doesn't have a sister...and his mother couldn't be that young...

He walked in front of me, that's when he realised.

"Y-You're cheating on me?..." I stuttered.

"H-Huh? No, this...she's...uh..." He looked at me, then looked at the young women over and over again. He sighed. "Look, Chuuya, can't you see I only liked you for your looks? You're so pathetic. You even fell for the flowers. They weren't even mine! They were...whoever's called 'bandaged mackerel'. Pathetic sender of flowers to a pathetic receiver of flowers- FUCK!"

🟢!

I gave that bitch one tight slap. I saw the red mark on his pathetic face, a satisfied and amused smirk grew on my face. "Get out. NOW."

"What? You can't do that!" He argued.

"I can. In fact, I'm the manager. Now get the fuck out. Five...four..."

He quickly pulled his new girlfriend out of the place. Dumb bitch, can't even tell what a lie and a truth is. Thank god we were only at the entrance of the restaurant, or else boss'll kill me. 

The day flew by quickly, Dazai and his group of friends were the last ones to leave, I left with them as my shift was over, too. 

"Chuuya! Can a talk to you for a bit?" Dazai tapped on my shoulder, I turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Hm?" I hummed. 

"Did you like the flowers that I sent you every month? I remember that you said that red camellias were your favourite, right? Sorry if I sent the wrong ones-"

Hold on. What? "W-Wait," I put my hand on his chest. "Y-The red camellias...were yours?"

"Uhm...Yeah? Did you not see the note- Woah! Haha~ What's wrong, chibi?"

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, my face pressed against his chest. Damn it, I was such an idiot, I believed that the flowers were sent by that pathetic fucker. "I love you, dumbass Dazai." I mumbled, smiling slightly. 

"Haha~ I love you too, Chuuya. Wanna share a kiss with me?~"

"Pfft, people don't do it like that, silly." I looked up at him, crossing my arms.

"Oh yeah? Then how do they do it?"

"Like this," I tip toed and pressed my lips onto his, my hands cupping his cheeks as I felt his hands curling around my waist. Thank you, Dazai.