Soukoku in hogwarts

Room of requirements

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Please comment it increases dopamine whenever I see that Ive got notifications and I need that rn or Ill becum an alcoholic 

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Chuuyas back is still thrusted against the bark of an oak tree. Dazais chest is pressed against his own and his hips are slowly rocking into Dazais thighs as their awkward kiss deepens and their hands begin to wander each others backs and waists.

Chuuyas heartbeat was fast against Dazais'. His breath deepened and he pulled away. He stared for a moment into Dazais deep brown eyes, Dazai stared back. His lips parted, his thumb brushed slowly against his cheek, he leaned closer-

There was a pause. Then laughter. Dazai giggled, pulling chuuya in for a kiss on the forehead (which, in his humble and correct opinion, he deemed more intimate than a kiss on the lips,,, if you do it right). Then they officially pulled away.

"Dork" Chuuya said

"Ginger" Dazai retorted. Chuuya rolled his eyes.

From a distance they heard a crack, then a whisper. 

Emerging from the depth of the woods was a tall boy with shaggy black hair and eyes that seemed purple in the sunlight. Behind him was a humanoid ghost-like creature with a long white braid flowing behind his back and an off white jesters neck piece tattered and ripped around his collarbone.

The ghoul sighed deeply "Jesus Christ" He said annoyed "And I thought we were the only two gay teenagers that made it a habit of making out in the forbidden forest" Chuuya noticed he had a Slavic accent.

Chuuyas face reddened visibly and he uncurled is fingers from Dazais collar, who, before nudging and teasing him about being embarrassed, pursed his lips at Fyodor and regarded him up and down. He did not like him. There was something....off.

Fyodor glared at Dazai and Chuuya, then turned back to the ghoul "I suppose that we must leav-" He was cut off by a loud meow that sent a few birds in trees to flee.

An all black cat pranced up to the four of them and sat there, pointedly, with a smug expression curved onto her feline face and her tail curled around her front paws..

The jester giggled and whispered something in Dostoyevskys' ear (to which sighed and rolled his eyes, unimpressed) before promptly vanishing along with a strong gust of wind that sent a few leaves drifting in the air slowly before meeting the ground.

Many yelps and a string of curses were heard before a tattered and scratched Filtch appeared from the woods. "Hey teach" Dazai started casually, leaning against the tree Chuuya was pinned against "Y,know that there is a trail leading to hogwarts.. right?" He said, pointing to a visible route with many less thorns and weeds. Filtch glared at him.

"Detention" He screamed loudly, chest heaving as he panted. "For the next -pant- trimester you three are expected to write lines -pant- daily at my office from 5 to 6 at night." He declared waving a fat and veiny finger in the air. "Starting" He looked down at his watch "now"

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Filtch leaving the room with the three of them locked in was a stupid idea.

Fyodor and Dazai have been silently glaring at each other for the past 10 minutes while they played an intense game of chess. Chuuya, who was supposed to be motoring them to make sure neither of them (Fyodor especially, since Dazai couldn't use magic) cheated was instead absentmindedly picking at his nails and dusting off his already spotless hat.

"Fuck this" Chuuya suddenly said as he got up and dragged Dazai by the arm. He then pulled out a Bobby pin from his hair and used it to pick the lock. Fyodor shrugged, following the two after they had left. 

Dazai insisted that they made a loop to the gryffyndore common room, since Fyodor was planning on going the same way. 

The bottom of their shoes clicked against the clean tiles of the castle floors. Chuuya had noticed that Christmas decorations had been put up, the chandeliers glittered in the afternoon sunlight. He and Dazai walked the halls in a confortable silence. 

"I think were lost" Dazai said eventually

"Oh really?" Chuuya said sarcastically 

Dazai looked at him mockingly "Yeah"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. A sudden thud sounded through the air. A very suspicious door opened from the hallway. It then quickly closed shut. Dazai strolled up confidently (with the shamelessness of any sleep deprived 16 year old) to the door and knocked twice. There was some shuffling, stressed whispers and the sound of shoving before a crack appeared.

He was met with a weary-eyed... Ron?

The ginger heaved a sigh of relief before turning his head to what Chuuya assumed were the other people in the room. "It's cool, it's just Chuuya and Dazai" he said. 

The crack in the door opened totally and in the room was a group of fifth years, all of which Dazai and Chuuya knew. Harry and Hermione who had both taken refugee in the cupboards when they heard Chuuya and Dazai approach (Dazai assumed) were crawling out of it, Luna Lovegood —A dreamy eyed Ravenclaw who wore strange trinkets as accessories— was sat casually on a bean bag with her hand stuffed in a bag of strange chocolates. The two Weasley twins were struggling to exit the zip-up beanbag they hid in and Neville, who was still scared, crouched (poorly hid) behind a potted plant with his eyes shut and fingers jammed in his ears.

"It's cool Neville" Ron shouted a few times before Neville could hear. He then turned back to Dazai and Chuuya. "We're bored and having a sleepover, wanna join?" He said, and since Dazai and Chuuya were also bored and stupid, they said yes.

Hermione later explained that the room they were in was called the room of requirements. Chuuya and Dazai nodded along with her convoluted explanation even if they didnt understand a thing.

Since they are teenagers and Dazai was there they eventually started to play Truth or Dare. Gorge had requested strip-UNO but a moment later was passionately punched in the face by Hermione. Chuuya also objected because he knew that Dazai wouldn't be confortable taking his clothes off. He was insecure and bandaged. And Chuuya would always let him get over that before pushing him beyond his limits.

He felt a bandaged hand squeeze his own. 

A silent 'thank you'. Luna also noticed and smiled thoughtfully as she twirled a strand of platinum hair between her fingers.

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Comment what you think the truths/dares should be! 

I have no ideas.

-Sophie

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