Currently on a private jet to France, Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai were incredibly bored. With no internet, phones, or games, their only source of entertainment was their imaginations. Aside from the pilot and two guards accompanying them, they were practically alone on the plane.
Chuuya was growing restless with the lack of action in his life. He wanted to talk to Dazai but felt that Dazai preferred to be left alone with his notebook. He was trying to come up with a conversation starter when Dazai suddenly whispered something.
"What?" Chuuya asked.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" Dazai asked, without lifting his head.
Chuuya stared at him, trying to understand the reason for the question.
"Why are you asking that?"
"Why aren't you answering?" Dazai countered, still not looking up.
Chuuya sighed, deciding to play along. "Fair enough... Yes, I have. What about you?" He shifted his gaze to Dazai's notebook, noticing that instead of writing or drawing, Dazai was just making random lines.
Dazai stopped doodling and finally looked at Chuuya, who quickly guessed the answer to his own question. Chuuya tried to find the right thing to say—it wasn't like he had many opportunities to talk with people his own age, so he often didn't know how to react.
"To be honest, I thought you were kind of a whore," Chuuya said with a small giggle. His amusement was cut short, though, when a pen flew past his head. "Hey! That's attempted murder."
"Shut up," Dazai muttered, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault I've been too busy being the best employee of the Port Mafia to get tangled up in romance."
"Well, we've got plenty of time on this plane, and no one else is around," Chuuya said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Dazai shot him a curious look. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, I could teach you how to kiss. It's not like we have anything better to do," Chuuya offered nonchalantly.
Dazai blinked, unsure how to respond. It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss Chuuya—Chuuya was beautiful. In fact, Dazai thought Chuuya was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He loved the small freckles on Chuuya's nose, the beauty mark near his eye, and how his red hair seemed to grow longer every day.
"And what would you get out of it?" Dazai asked, suspicious.
"This isn't a business transaction, man. We're just killing time. You have a problem, and I have the solution," Chuuya said. After a moment of silence, he added, "But if you're uncomfortable, I get it. I didn't think about that. Are you uncomfortable?"
"I'm not. You'd have to try a lot harder to make me uncomfortable."
Chuuya swallowed nervously but sat in the chair next to Dazai. He moved the armrest up, positioning himself so their knees were touching, the warm glow of the sunset falling across Dazai's face.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh my fucking God, are you going to keep asking me if I'm sure or are you going to kiss me?"
Chuuya rolls his eyes "You are so fucking impatient"
Chuuya hesitated for just a second before leaning in, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, without giving himself time to second-guess, he closed the distance between them and crashed his lips against Dazai's in a sudden, impulsive motion. The kiss was brief but intense, the warmth of Dazai's lips startling in its softness. Dazai could taste the faint hint of strawberry from Chuuya's lip balm, sweet and unexpected. Chuuya pulled back slightly, his lips still tingling, as the scent of strawberries lingered in the air between them. His breath hitched in his throat, uncertain of what would come next, but the atmosphere between them now felt heavier, charged with something unspoken.
