M.I.A || Soukoku

THREE

It's only been minutes, yet it felt like hours to Dazai as he waited for Chuuya to be done his 'thinking.' And the brunet considered himself to be a very patient man, but for some reason when it came to a certain ginger-haired person that all went away. He knew he couldn't keep him in the dark about what happened between Mori and him forever so he decided it would be best to tell him.

Hearing in the other room the sound of water being turned on, the brunet let a soft sigh escape his lips. Was Chuuya ever going to trust him again? Or will they always have these hateful feelings towards each other? In all honesty, it was only Chuuya who probably felt like this. Of course, it being Dazai's fault in the first place for leaving him without saying anything. On the other side, Dazai still loved Chuuya, that never changed. Not even after all these years.

An hour and thirty-five minutes exactly had passed by. Dazai knowing this from obsessively watching the minute hand tick around the clock until Chuuya finally came back to the room. His hair was still dripping water droplets, bangs falling over his eyes as he kept his head towards the ground walking into the room. It was completely quiet as none of them knew what to say to each other, the only sound being the humidifier that sat beside the bed.

"How did he find out..?" Chuuya asked, deciding to break the almost uncomfortable silence. "I don't know." And that was true, Dazai didn't really have any idea on  how Mori had found out. Were they not careful enough when it came to showing their affection in public? Or was it just that their feelings towards each other was so blatantly obvious?

With no other response from the ginger, Dazai got up to approach him. It looked as if Chuuya were about to break any moment, eyes fixated on the ground, his body slightly shaking. He looked so fragile at the moment, all he needed was one more little push, one tiny little push and Dazai was sure he would break. "I'm sorry." he told him, his voice coming out softly as he gently pulled the midget into a hug. As much as Chuuya had tried to keep his tears in not wanting to cry around the idiot, he could no longer do it.

A broken sob escaped his mouth as he reached his arms up to wrap around Dazai's body. Four years. That's how long it had been. Four years of sadness, confusion, and heartbreak was all let out at that single moment. Chuuya tightly grabbed onto the soft fabric of Dazai's shirt trying to pull him in deeper as he was too scared to let go again. He was weak in every single way when it came to the bandaged freak, and he hated it.

And Dazai didn't let go either, he didn't want to. Not when Chuuya was like this. From memory, the brunet was sure he'd never seen the shorter male cry. Except for when it came to... certain activities they did, but never like this. Reaching his hand up, he began to pet Chuuya's head, wanting to comfort him in some way. His hair having a soft feeling to it with the faint scent of strawberries and vanilla lingering from him. He missed him so much.

"Chuuya, you're too pretty to cry." Dazai spoke in a gentle voice as he tried to look down wanting to see the others face. "Shut up.." a muffled reply came from the ginger as he released his death grip on Dazai's shirt. "I love you.." Chuuya whispered out, still keeping his face hidden in the brunets shirt. "I love you too, Chibi," Dazai said, slowly breaking apart from the hug so he could see him.

Feeling embarrassed from what Dazai said, Chuuya turned his head away trying to hide the evident blush he had on his cheeks. "Hm? What are you doing?" Dazai asked, knowing he was probably embarrassed. "Nothing, shut up." Bringing his fingers under the ginger's chin he gently turned his face to look back up at him before slowly leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips.

The feeling of Chuuya's soft strawberry lips on his left a familiar feeling of home in him. The home he so longingly missed, he couldn't even really remember the last time they had held each other like this. The four years they've been apart was torture for Dazai, as much as it was for Chuuya. Pulling apart from one another needing to catch their own breaths. Dazai held the ginger in his arms slowly swaying from side to side. Oh how the brunet wished things could just be like this forever. Just him and Chuuya with no other bothers in the world, It sounded better than any suicide method he had come across.

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A/N: This seems like a good place to end the story so I'm just gonna leave it here. No one cares but my mental health has gotten worse and it's just hard to update and stuff. Kinda sad cause I was gonna do more with the story but I think I should just end it here.

Thank you for reading uwu.