※𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐔 (𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚)※

Chapter 8

WARNING: mentions of homophobia

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Dazai had never seen Atsushi behaving so downright feral before. He watched his roommate as he rolled out of his closet at 6 a.m. put his milk in before his cereal like a psychopath, only to notice we had no cereal left so he just drank a bowl of milk. He'd showered three before 1 p.m. because he was actively sweating despite the chilly weather outside, and on top of that he'd had four cups of coffee.... four of them!

Atsushi doesn't even like fucking coffee!

And on top of that Dazai couldn't get a clear answer as to why he was acting so strange, he was super productive yesterday, albeit a little skittish but when wasn't he? Getting things done always made him feel better. So why had it seemingly had the opposite effect this time? Dazai really had no clue what the hell was happening with his friend, and he didn't like that one bit.

Atsushi pulled the jumper he'd stolen from Dazai, the only jumper Dazai owned, impossibly close to his body. The top of his shaggy bangs barely poking out of the neck of the material making him resemble some kind of fuzzy turtle.

"Ok, whats wrong?" He asked boldly, sipping on his warm cup of morning tea.

"Nothing" Atsushi's voice was barely audible through the thick fabric of the jumper, but Dazai had ears like a damn hawk.

"If nothings wrong why are you whining like a baby?" Dazai teased, kneeing the side of his friend gently hoping it would get more of an engaging reaction from him, which it did.
"I'm not whining" he whined, his bare feet swinging off the sofa in the exact same way a child would if they were having a strop, his denial was amusing to say the least.

Dazai's teasing was cut off by the sound of Atsushi's phone, a loud text message notification which was.... unusual. Don't misunderstand, Dazai was glad that Atsushi was texting people, but it was still an unfamiliar idea in Dazai's mind, Atsushi never used to talk to anyone let alone texted people of his own volition. Which was good, it meant that joining the society really was doing good things for his confidence.

"Whos that?" Dazai asked curiously as he watched Atsushi's arm uncoil from the hoodie with his phone in hand. He unlocked it, the bright screen emphasizing the blue hues of stress underneath Atsushi's large eyes.

He sighed, "Chuuya"

Dazai choked on his tea so violently that it not only dribbled down his face and neck but also spat out of his mouth and over his joggers and the sofa cushions, "What?!" He spluttered, eyes wild and wide, "What did you say—"

"Chuuya texted me—"

"I know what you said but why?!?" Dazai rarely fell into hysterics, but by god was he on the verge of pure, unadulterated hysteria.

Chuuya and Atsushi?

Atsushi and Chuuya?

Friends?

Impossible.

Atsushi's face went incredibly red once he'd read whatever the hell the reincarnation of lucifer sent him.

Oh no, oh please no.

"Atsushi," Dazai said between a deep breath, "Are you and Chuuya fucking?" "

Atsushi turned so fast he actually might've broken the sound barrier "What is wrong with you? No! no we're not...NO! god why would you even—"

"Well you looked flustered I don't know maybe he sent a flirty text and yo—"

"You really just heard yourself say that and you're still defending it?! No! Dazai. Not happening." Atsushi defended, "He's helping me with something ok? We' re-- I mean...kinda friends."