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“I’m fuckin’ trusting you to do this, so I hope you won’t be a massive dickhead, Dazai.”
Even as he says it, there’s already a frown on Chuuya’s face and deep-set tone of resignation in his voice.
Like all things that involve Dazai, Chuuya’s already half-prepared for things to go horribly wrong on his end.
Like all things that involve Dazai, Chuuya’s already regretting being talked into participating into some harebrained scheme that doesn’t seem so harebrained after a few kicks to the other’s face.
“Aw Chuuya, don’t you trust me?”
I do.
“I don’t,” he spits out with conviction, but he doesn’t pause in his careful wrapping of the other’s hands with the leather gloves he brought with him for this occasion.
“Ahh, you can’t lie to me, Chuuya~~~♫”
“Shut your trap or I’m kicking you off this rooftop.”
Dazai has the nerve to laugh at him fondly at his words. “You say that, but you’ll be faster than light in jumping off to rescue me~”
“I can’t be faster than lightspeed,” Chuuya replies, aghast that someone as smart as Dazai can be so stupid when it comes to physics.
“And you don’t disagree about jumping off to my rescue?” Dazai wiggles his eyebrows at him. Chuuya’s eyes are focused on the other’s hands, inspecting each angle to ensure that there’s no patch of skin peeking out. “My hero~♪”
Chuuya’s face burns, but he hides it by aiming a kick that’s half-serious towards Dazai, sweeping his left leg in an arc. Dazai’s been his partner for too long though, for the other neatly side-steps and avoids his attack.
“Hmm, with how focused you were with my hands,” Dazai recovers easily, as though Chuuya’s sudden attack didn’t happen. “I’d think that you’d really like to keep holding hands with me~”
“I’d like to hold your h-hand,” Chuuya only stutters a little bit, coughing when Dazai leers at him. “So I can throw you like a goddamn baseball!”
“Why, Chuuya, would you like to score a home run with me?”
Chuuya’s body replies on instinct, the flare of embarrassment and the quick alertness to Dazai saying anything that hints of Chuuya’s feelings allowing his body to move on auto-pilot: Chuuya’s left hand wrapping around Dazai’s right wrist, Chuuya’s left foot taking a step back, slightly twisting his torso so that he ends up throwing Dazai over the building.
Or well, that’s the plan.
But Dazai’s nullification doesn’t activate - the lack of direct skin contact allowing Chuuya’s gravity manipulation to alter Dazai’s gravitational pull and allowing him to be flung off the low rooftop ridges of the building they’re at.
“D-Dazai!”
Also on instinct, Chuuya’s feet lighten and he crosses the threshold, flying off the rooftop and manipulating his gravity to make him fall faster to catch up with Dazai, who’s barely a few meters away from being a splattered corpse on the ground.
Dazai’s smiling at him, not his dazed looks when he encounters a particularly lovely bridge over a river that’s perfect for his suicide plans, not his annoyingly mischievous ones when he knows that he’s got the other party wrapped tightly around his ridiculously powerful pinky.
It’s a genuine smile and Chuuya only has split-seconds to register that expression - a trusting one, trusting Chuuya to be quick enough, trusting Chuuya to abandon all logic and dive right after him.
The entire thing doesn’t take more than six seconds.
Before Chuuya can even breathe air into his lungs, he’s already holding on tightly to Dazai’s gloved hands, the relief at successfully catching Dazai messing with his pinpoint gravity control and flinging both of them to the ground, crossing the remaining few centimeters in a cushioned fall.
“You didn’t activate your Ability, you shitty fuck!”
Dazai’s the one with his back on the ground, because Chuuya’s not above using his Ability to ensure that his clothes won’t get rubbed directly on the concrete sidewalk. Thankfully, the nighttime offers them protection from prying eyes because nobody’s around to witness this fuck up. That works well, because Chuuya will probably die if someone sees him cuddled like an idiot to Dazai right now.
“Ah, I wanted to see if Chuuya will rescue me like the dashing hero that he is~♪”
Chuuya hits Dazai’s chest with his left hand, thumping the other by the ribs. It lacks his usual force though, because his heartbeat hasn’t recovered yet from the possibility that Dazai will leave him in the most unpredictable way.
With this kind of happening, Chuuya doesn’t think he can push through with Dazai’s brilliant request this evening to have Chuuya fly off with Dazai holding onto him.
“You always have the shittiest ideas, jerk.”
“Mmm, I’m sorry if I doubted you, my widdle mafia.”
“Just shut the fuck up.”
“Does that mean you want to cuddle with me all night here?”
Chuuya hits Dazai’s chest again.
But since they’re partners, no words are needed to give Chuuya’s answer of a resounding yes.