akutagawa sighed as soon as he entered his apartment. he tossed his bag on to the ground a bit harshly that chuuya and dazai, who was in the living room, heard his presence. the younger male could care less, sliding into a pair of fluffly house slippers and then walking towards his room.
on the way there, he noticed that dazai was with his guardian, working on their paper works and having coffee. "akutagawa, you're suprisingly early," chuuya spoke, making said name halt. it was quiet for a brief moment and that made dazai feel like something was off with him. "i feel sick so i came home early today." akutagawa answered after a few seconds of silence, continuing his way to his bedroom.
"where's atsushi? did he come with you?" dazai asked, glancing to the back of the younger male from his paper work. this time, akutagawa didn't stop, instead he spoke while entering his room, "i don't know." with that, the door slammed close.
that's even more suspicious.
the brunette turned to his partner, "did something happend between them?" he asked chuuya who was clueless also. the ginger shrugged his shoulders, briefly glancing at akutagawa's bedroom door and back to the paper he's working on, "beats me."
--- time skip ;
atsushi ran through the streets as fast as he could, the sun slowly going down. he held a bag of cold medicines for akutagawa, his face scrunching in worry. while they were playing, he couldn't focus at all that it leaded to the ball hitting his head most of the time. kenji and tanizaki understood why he acted like that, so they ended the game quickly.
the latter panted as he worked his feet off, entering the elevator that was luckily open when he got there. he impatiently watched as the number goes up, fiddling with the hem of kenji's shirt.
wait, wait, i can explain!
atsushi thought that he left an extra shirt inside his locker, which in reality, he had already used it when they had pe class last week. so, kenji being the nicest friend of all, offered his shirt to the poor boy. he was well aware that akutagawa won't be happy to see his dear jinko in another guy's shirt, but that's the main point. kenji did this to make akutagawa jealous.
once they finished their paper works, dazai and chuuya had a light chitchat about things while drinking their coffee. until the doorbell chimed.
"i'll go get that," chuuya stood up, leaving his cup of coffee on top of the center table before walking towards the front door. dazai remaimed quiet, taking a sip of his warm coffee.
the ginger slightly opened the door, peeking at who it was. a mess greeted him. atsushi who was panting crazily, shirt all crumpled, sweat covering his whole body stood infront of his apartment. chuuya was quite surprise to see him in this state but he quite expected it too. "you look like a fucking dripping faucet."
atsushi ignored his comment, "where's akutagawa?" straight to the point, he asked.
for a moment, it was silence.
"he locked himself in his room." eventually, after hearing chuuya say that, the light gray haired male rushed inside, swiftly taking his shoes off and throwing it aside. he didn't care about the house slippers, all that matter to him now is his sick boy.
"don't be stupid, its the one on the right!" chuuya yelled from behind, atsushi halting infront of it, his feet screeching on the floor.
on the other hand, akutagawa being his inner emo self, was lying in bed while his earphones are plugged in. sad music blasted directly into his ears in full volume. he could faintly hear knocking, though he ignored it, convincing himself that it was just the wind. he continued to close his eyes, letting the music take over. not long enough, he unconsciously started mumbling the lyrics.
"i could've made you mine, but no
it wasn't meant to be and i see i wasn't
made for you and you weren't made for
me, though it seemed so easy,"
"and that's because i wanna be your
favourite boy, i wanna be that one that
makes your day, the one you think as
you lie awake."
after that, akutagawa slowly opened his eyes, getting greeted by the plain ceiling. he stared at it as the knocks and yells continued from behind the walls of his room, though he wasn't planning on answering it since its just chuuya anyways.
atsushi's pretty face and eyes that got illuminated by the sunlight this morning came in mind. akutagawa's expression softened in sadness. he thought that there was something, but no, it was just him all along.
don't assume things, you moron.
[ 🤍 ]
now look who's depressed,
so what's the next step? distancing—
oh shoot, that slipped 😳
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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.
Fanfiction[ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐮. ] atsushi always gets teased because his eyes has a weird color. though for akutagawa, it's pretty and unique.
