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“The enemy totally didn’t see you, Chuuya~~~♫”
Chuuya rolls his eyes as he accepts the water bottle from the noisy bystander wrapped in too-much-bandages. “Shut your trap.”
“Isn’t Chuuya cool?” Dazai ignores his abrasive words, turning excitedly towards his companion – Minami-san from 2-B, right? “Even though he’s so short!”
Chuuya punches Dazai on the shoulder, the sweat from the afternoon sun and the grass from the soccer field now also on Dazai’s uniform. It’s an impulsive move that he’s sure to regret later, because Dazai will just dump this stained uniform alongside Chuuya’s laundry, he just knows it.
He makes sure that it’s as light as he can manage without making the stupid bandage bastard too complacent. Minami-san is watching with stern eyes, after all.
“…He’s okay.” Minami-san doesn’t look like he appreciates him dirtying her boyfriend. “Osamu, your uniform is stained!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine~ Chuuya will wash that off later!”
“…huh?”
“Bastard! Learn to do your own laundry already!” Chuuya has a feeling that it will come to this, but it doesn’t mean that he’s happy with the turn of events.
“Naaaaah, I don’t want to!” Dazai shakes his head stubbornly, brushing off Minami-san’s hands from his shoulders as he runs away from Chuuya giving chase. “There’s no need when you’re all gung-ho about housework~”
“That’s not a good enough reason, jerk!” Chuuya’s footwork is amongst the best, so catching Dazai isn’t as troublesome as, let’s say letting the other run off his mouth. He punches the other’s other shoulder, matching the stain there. He’s about to yell about something else, when he gets interrupted by a shrill whistle as the Coach calls for him.
“…Chuuya-san, Coach is calling for you,” Tachihara from 1-D runs up to where they are, a few meters away from Minami-san and the bench.
“Ah, hello Tachibana-kun,” Dazai says with a sickly-sweet smile, a friendly wave greeting the underclassman.
“It’s Tachihara.”
“Tachihara, Tachibana, it’s all the same, really~”
Chuuya whacks Dazai over his head – hating that he has to stand on his tiptoes so he can complete the motion. “Sorry, Tachihara, this guy’s just too stupid sometimes.”
Tachihara only looks at the two of them oddly. “That’s okay, Chuuya-san. Plus isn’t Dazai-san the number one in your grade?”
“He’s stupid,” Chuuya affirms, shoving Dazai to the side so he can run back to the field with Tachihara.
“Go get them, Chuuya~~~! If you win, treat me to takoyaki on the way home, okay!”
“Why the hell am I the one treating you?!”
Dazai only grins in return, before moving back to his girlfriend so he can watch the rest of the match.
(Needless to say, ace striker Nakahara Chuuya brings the team to victory in the friendly match. Needless to say, ace striker Nakahara Chuuya isn’t present in the post-victory celebration. Needless to say, ace striker Nakahara Chuuya’s wallet is empty after the takoyaki-turned-into-more-takoyaki-plus-movies-after-school-walk-back-home with his friend. Needless to say, ace striker Nakahara Chuuya spends the rest of his evening getting scolded by Kouyou-neesan as he does the laundry for the stupid bandage bastard yet again.
Needless to say, ace striker Nakahara Chuuya’s cheeks burn at the memory of Dazai offhandedly telling him that he’d rather they eat takoyaki and watch movies together rather than spend the evening with his current girlfriend.)