𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈-𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓀𝑜𝓀𝓊۵

13

Dazais pov

Chuuyas room smelt like froot loops. And a little like vanilla. It's a comforting smell and to say I loved being in his room was an understatement. I usually never wanted to leave because it just felt so warm and nice to be in. I guess everyone else felt the same cause they sat around for hours playing the game of truth or dare. Which isn't even that fun.

Akutagawa insisted on bringing everyone home at around 2 AM. He took about half of the group while Poe took the other half. It felt nice for things to be quiet.

It seemed like Chuuya was sobering up with his speech becoming more consistent.

"I have a headache Dazai." he drawled out. I chuckled at the boy on the floor who was clutching his head.

"Where's your pain killers?" He weakly gestured towards his door.

"Brown cabinet. Living room." I peered out his door looking to the living room. I hopped off his bed to grab water and whatever painkillers he had stashed.

"Jesus you smell like booze." I said handing him the glass and the pills. He glared up at me not responding.

"Why are you still in my house?" He said with a scowl on his face.

I looked away hoping he would just let me stay. Noticing he was waiting for an answer I responded. "Cmon I like it here Chuuya. And you get to hang out with your best friend. Like a sleepover!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Right." he said sarcastically.

"Come on out of everyone in this town I am the closest to you. I've slept over your house like ten times." I argued.

He just looked at me with a confused look on his face. "Are you sure? Ten times? I put up with you for ten nights?" He questioned.

I laughed and threw one of his pillows towards him.

It did make me think though. Did he even consider me a good friend. I haven't done much except piss him off. "Hey Chuuya? Am I good person?"

"Jeez Dazai, I'm too drunk for that kind of question." he said standing up and sitting next to me on the bed.

"I feel like a burden to you."

"What the hell Dazai. You're mood changes so quick. You were joking around a second ago. Why are you even worrying about that?"

I shook my head not knowing what to say. "I dunno why I said that. Sorry."

He breathed and closed his eyes laying back with his legs dangling off his bed. "You're not a burden to me. And I like hanging out with you. So don't worry about it." He said keeping his eyes closed.

I looked down before laying down next to him.

We were both looking up at the ceiling staying silent for a few minutes. It was comfortable, in a way.

I was a burden. To my dad, and to my friends and to most people around me. It was like I was a flea that sucked up all the attention and gave nothing in return. It made me feel sick.

He turned his head to me. Looking me in the eyes.

He seemed to study my face for a moment before piercing his lips.

And I don't know why but I felt like all my walls just broke down. I felt my eyes burn and felt my teeth clench. I could feel wet tears dripping down my turned face onto his bed.

His expression didn't change though. He kind of just stared at me blankly. And I felt pathetic. For letting myself cry in front of him. And for making him deal with it.

It's like the more I thought about it the worse I felt. And The more the tears silently slipped down my cheek. I felt a pit in my stomach like I would never stop thinking and it would never get better.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a warm feeling on my skin. I looked down to see Chuuya grabbing my hand.

I looked over at him questiongly to see why he was doing that. But he had turned his face away.

I furrowedd my brows. Feeling the pools in my eyes empty.

"Hey Dazai." He said softly, still turned away.

"In this small shitty town. I'm glad I got to meet you." He turned his head to look at me again. And I could feel the heat from his face on mine.

"Please don't forget that. Don't forget that I'm glad you showed me around the school. Don't forget I'm glad that you help me with my brother. Don't forget I'm glad everytime you smile at me. And don't forget I'm glad that you're my best friend. 'Kay?"

I felt my eyes widen at his words. They felt calming in a way. I impulsively squeezed his hand. Feeling a new knot form in my stomach. It felt kinda like admiration. Like a giddy type of thing.

"Mm. 'kay"

He looked at me again, and I could feel my wet cheeks heat up when he smiled at me.

I had a best friend again. And it was a short angry ginger.