A Flowery Punishment.//Soukoku//Hanahaki ☆

Thats how things are.

Osamu Dazai.
The CEO of Japan's largest company.
The love of my life.
The guy who made me feel this way.

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Chuuya worked at a nearby coffee shop that Dazai stopped by every morning on the way to work.
This time he arrived earlier than usual.
The door made a jingle sound, a sign that a customer was here.
Chuuya was setting up the chairs, since the shop had just opened.

"Welcome."

He said softly, his gaze focused on the chairs he was setting up.

"Chuuya, you need to greet your friends with more than just a plain 'welcome.' "

A familiar voice woke Chuuya from his focused gaze, causing him to turn around with a shocked expression.

"Dazai?.."
He muttered, his mouth agape with a soft blush dusted on his cheeks.

"What, did ya miss me?."
Dazai chuckles, noticing the soft blush as he grabs a chair and sits down, his long legs crossing.

"Why are you here?.. its.. not even 7:30.."
Chuuya quietly asks, his head tilting.

"Do i have to be here at 7:30 everyday?."
Dazai pouts, his eyes narrowing as he rests his chin on his palm, his elbow propped up on the table he was next to.

hot.

"Anyway,"
He gets up, walking over to the counter.
"I'm in the mood for a mocha."
Dazai pulls out his wallet, whipping out a stack of cash.

Chuuya's eyes widen.
"Do you really walk around with that much money in your pockets?."
It was no surprise, Dazai is the CEO.
But still,
Who walks around with a whopping 75 thousand yen?
Oh right,
He does.
He's rich,
Hes famous.
Chuuya wasn't.
He was the complete opposite.
He was broke,
and a nobody.

Thats how things are.