Chuuya's POV
I walk through the empty streets of Yokohama at night hoping to get home and rest after a long day of working.
I hear footsteps coming from behind and I immediately start to tense up and get ready if anything happens. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around.
I frown and start to glare at the person that's right in front of me.
"Well isn't it Dazai Osamu himself" I say harshly
"And it's Nakahara Chuuya" Dazai replies with while giving me a smug expression
"This isn't what I wanted to see when I am going home"
I growl
"Well sorry that this happened to you"
"You're not sorry"
"You know me too well"
"Whatever I'm going home" I continued walking but this time a little faster than before
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I hear I knock on my door a few minutes after I enter 'it's almost 12?! How could someone be up this late??'
I sighed and opened the door
"What. The. Actual. Fuck."
"Sorry I had to come and talk to you again" Dazai said while grinning
"Stop saying sorry when you don't mean it"
"Oh this time I meant it because I know that you were tired and did not want to be bothered"
'Still not budging' I thought I can't trust him.
"Well what brings you here to come over to my apartment?"
"May I come in?"
I grit my teeth "come on in" I say while I open the door some more
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Fanfiction"It's been a while hasn't it?" "Yes it has, Dazai" --------- Warning strong language
