Soukoku in hogwarts

Drunken confession

Chuuyas pov 

Chuuya opened the drawer by Dazais bedside and stared at the drawings, he had no idea what he was looking at.

He flipped through the papers, they were drawings recalling memories from their past.He stood there for a moment, too drunk  to understand anything.

He wanted to learn more about Dazai but every time he trined he realized that Dazai redefined himself completely. Like a puzzle with an infinite area but a calculated perimeter, Dazai concealed himself in color, a perfect chameleon that changes nuances whenever it pleases. Like a maze of spiderwebs where each and every string was a different shade.

The strings were coming loose.

Chuuya wanted to be entangled in his maze of colored webs, to understand just a little more about Dazai. He bit his lip. Was he happy that Dazai felt this way towards him? Was he sure that Chuuya wanted to be in a relationship with him? Chuuya wasn't even sure that these drawing were made by dazai, it could be a trap of some sort. Even if it was unlikely that any of this was a prank it still made his heart sink just a little bit at the thought of it.

He dropped the drawings, what the fuck was he doing?

He was an emotionally constipated ginger who triggered the same emotions as a Pomeranian in eyeliner. He was not ready for secret love letters, valentines chocolates and hand holding, nope, he was too emotionally unavailable.

But he knew Dazai was the same. 

So would it really be that bad?

He laughed comically loud for no one but himself to hear. Dazai stirred in his sleep.

He should leave, but did he really want to? Fuck it, he said, but as he turned to the door he heard Dazai call out his name.

"Chuuya?" Dazai mumbled. Chuuya flinched "Why are you in my room? Why am I not dead? Why did I dream about you being puss in boots?

"Why are you an asshole? Why are you dreaming about me? Why are your two remaining brain cells constantly fighting for 3rd place? These are all questions people pose at one point in their life and there seems to be no apparent answer" Chuuya retorted

"Is Chuuya dodging the question because he secretly cares about meee?"

"Tsk. In your dreams" Chuuya hiccuped

Dazai giggled "now tell me, which vile seduction technique made you fall in love with me?"

The brunette was expecting a slap on the face, a shoulder punch or even a kick in the dick but certainly not a "I'm not sober enough for your shit, youre too confusing" slipping from Chuuyas mouth right before silencing himself by pressing his lips onto Dazais. 

The kiss was long sloppy and tasted of liquor but Dazai didn't mind, he didn't even care where the liquor came from , compared to all of the other short-lived girlfriends he's had in the past, none of them could flip the switch like Chuuya. Nobody could make him feel as alive and warm as the stone faced, perfect, angel he was holding now.

Chuuyas right hand trailed up Dazais spine while his left was tangled in Dazais hair. Dazais arms wrapped gingerly around the other's waist and to his pleasant surprise, Chuuya liked being held like this, he liked feeling important and loved, he liked being treated like somebody.

"You're perfect" Dazai whispered. His head rested on Chuuyas shoulder. "You really are an angel" he breathed on Chuuyas neck with sent a shiver down his spine.There was a confortable silence between the two until dazai spoke up

"I knew it" Dazai breathed

Chuuya perked up "What?"

"Ever since.." Dazai paused, tracing a chronological line in the air "You brought me that meal in the hospital I could tell that you felt more lax around me. Like you where using 'it's' in your internal monologue instead of 'it is'"

Chuuya paused "You can tell when Im thinking in correct grammar...? What the hell"

Dazai nodded smugly, there was another pause "Can we be together? As lovers?" Dazai asked quietly.

"Well no shit"

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This is so gay :3

-Sophie

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