❛ Don't make me fall in love again if you
won't be here next year. ❜
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♡ ྀ ፧ In which Dazai drags Atsushi & Kunikida to a café, only to come face to face with his childhood friend and crush, Chuuya.
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𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 them there, at the Port café, to apply for a job.
Dazai found out that they needed more members, especially during this busy season, so he dragged Atsushi and Kunikida along, saying, "Since I am so generous, I've found you a way to earn your money back! You guys will need more money for Christmas and New Year anyway~"
"HAH? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ASSHAT?"
The grumpy chibi exclaimed, pissed now that he knew one of the job applicants was this stupid freak.
The tall detective had that lazy smirk on. "I'm applying for the job, obviously~ And the asshat here is you because you always wear hats and they always look like an ass--"
"WHY YOU PIECE OF--"
"Chuuya-kun, is there a problem?" A raven-haired man approached. He had a sharp violet gaze and uncomfortably silky voice. Nonetheless, Dazai turned to him, still smirking, "Yeah, we don't have a job."
"Well then, why don't you work for me? I am Mori Ougai, owner of this café," Mori returned the smirk and let out a hand for the detectives to shake. Kunikida shook his hand firmly.
Dazai didn't like the man. He smelled of shit and trouble. Atsushi meanwhile, was too shy to even look Mori in the eye.
The group continued chatting about work schedules and payment, ignoring a certain red-haired, red-faced chibi, furious at how easily that Shitty Dazai got the job, and how he'd have to see him everyday.
He really shouldn't have come back--
"Chuuya-kun, call Akutagawa-kun. And show Dazai-kun around the kitchen, he'll be your cooking assistant," Mori cut off his train of thought.
"HAH? BUT I DIDN'T EVEN ASK FOR ONE--"
"To be more efficient, you'll need one. You don't have to ask for me to give you one." Mori calmly told the hothead short stack.
He was annoyed to bits but kept quiet like a good dog, knowing better than to test his boss's patience.
"You, Shi- g-guy, come with me," Chuuya called out over his shoulder, sauntering away.
"ARGHH! HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BURN WATER?"
"Talent, chibi. Talent."
The said chibi banged his head on the counter.
Today was Dazai, Atsushi, and Kunikida's fifth week at the Port café, and it was a busy one, busier than when they first came in because Christmas was just two weeks away and most people were already on vacation.
