Ah, yes.
A new day of relentless work in the damned Port Mafia.
Chuuya really wishes that the weekend would just be here already. He has plans to actually do something for once, instead of sitting around and reading. Yeah, that was fun and all, but also slightly frustrating. Running out of reading material was also an issue; he didn't want to go out and buy more. He's still sort of aware of the stares that he receives when he goes out, anyways.
Alas. No matter how many books you read, the time always goes too quickly.
At least he had peace nowadays, versus when Dazai was around. Before this, he was trapped in the neverending cycle of trying to read, getting distracted by the brunette and then yelling at him to shut the hell up, you fucking weirdo. The farthest that he has ever gotten in a book with Dazai annoying him was only five short chapters. And even then, he still can't remember anything that happened.
He does miss it in a way, though. Those moments were ones of odd happiness, no matter how short-lived they may have been. Of course, Chuuya would never admit it out loud but he did enjoy it.
Sort of.
They were ones of comfort, especially when Dazai would smile. There were times that Chuuya had almost whacked himself in the face with his book to hide his blush. He was rather mad at himself for his feelings towards the other boy for a while. But he learned how to handle it; which meant that his verbal abuse became much stronger and a lot more frequent.
He tries not to care, but every single time he runs into his former partner he does.
Which is why he decides to skip out on today's duties, without even thinking about the consequences of his actions. Or whatever ane-sama or Mori-san are going to say to him.
Chuuya Nakahara could not give a lesser shit about all of this, though.
And so, he sets out on a mission to get out of the building and into the nearest flower shop.
He manages to get past everyone quickly enough, although he is nearly dragged into an hour-long conversation with Kouyou. Thankfully, she quickly passes by him without noticing anything out of the ordinary. And he has to hold his breath when Tachihara sprints by. At least he's moving a lot faster than normal.
Once he gets out of the building, he starts hurrying towards the flower shop, not for the first time. Chuuya manages to successfully ignore the familiar stares as the small mafioso maneuvers through crowds of people. Was he really that noticiable?
Sure, his hair was kind of a bright colour and he was wearing a fedora, but does it really matter what he looks like? No.
Finally, at long last, he enters the store when he sees someone who makes his heart race.
"Dazai? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same, Chuuya-chan~"
A/N: I want to cry, tysm for reading my story insofar. It really does mean a lot to me, and I really appreciate it... Maybe I should do some more soukoku fics after this. On another note, I'm thinking of doing some other fics after this one. Maybe FE or Magi?
Tl:Dr; y'all are the best, I might do some other stories too. TwT
