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Cigarettes weren't hard to steal when you had a half blind, not literally that's just what the boys said, Hirotsu running around. Or hobbling now that they thought about it.
Chuuya and Dazai had escaped their watcher for the day and climbed their way to the top of the Mafia building.
They managed to snag some snacks from a grocery store a bit from the headquarters. Chuuya had been carrying it in his 'purse,' as Dazai called it.
They smiled to themselves under the moonlight. Giggling as they tumbled through the stairwell out into the open night air. Chuuya was so close to pushing Dazai back down the stairwell from Dazai's latest remark. Dazai leaped his way ahead of Chuuya before the ginger could pounce on him.
He dodged the incoming punch that flew at him, just after he turned to see how far he was from Chuuya. He laughed in a hushed tone that still managed to fill the open area.
As much as Chuuya would HATE, and I mean HATE, to admit it, he loved the sound. The echo it made as he laughed genuinely, when he was the one able to witness Dazai's giddy nature and free spirit that loved to mess with him so much. Chuuya hated him as much as he loved him, and that made him and his stomach want to curl in on itself.
Dazai's face was shrouded in moonlight, the familiar gleam that only happened when they got off the clock, or just the special kind of mischief where they both agreed to laugh at someone else together, instead of each other.
The brunet ploped himself down on the concrete building room and scooted against the railing. His chest pressed against the metal bar that kept him from jumping off, feet dangling along with his arms, which were slung over the metal bar before him. Chuuya rolled his eyes and sat next to the bandaged freak.
"Sluuuugggg, pull out your purse already!" He huffed, head hanging over the metal slab of railing as well, Chuuya promptly pushing Dazai's head down and sticking his legs under the railing as well. He pulled the messenger bag off his shoulder, grabbing out the rare candies and odd combinations that Dazai begged to try with him.
Though, was it really a beg when he knew he was going to do it either way? Chuuya didn't care to answer it, categorizing it as 'rhetorical,' like a loser.
Chuuya reached into one of the more secret pouches, pulling out a handful of cigarettes and a box-like lighter. He hands one to Dazai, who takes it with excitement. Chuuya places the cigarette between his lips and cups the now free hand over the somewhat wilted cigarette. He flicked that metallic box until the flame ignited above it, and he pulled it up to his cancer stick.
Chuuya promptly started smoking it, holding it in his mouth with a stronger grip than before as he leaned over to light Dazais. He felt the light blush creep to his face as he did so, thinking of how he could just give up the lighter and let Dazai do it himself. Yet he doesn't stop himself and just hands it over, so it must have been his body's refusal to do so.
Dazai's face was only illuminated by the moonlight on one half, and that half happened to be the side with his bandages. The urge to just rip them off and maybe look into Dazai's eyes, try and understand if he also feels flustered about the situation, or is just bored out of his mind, was quite heavy.
Chuuya feels the heat of his hand, the flame seemingly lit long enough to start burning him. He clicked it shut and watched as smoke pooled from the brunette's mouth. He would be lying if he said he wasn't staring; the sight was too good not to photograph in his memory.
I'm sure that Dazai could say the same about Chuuya, though, seeing as a smile spread to his lips every time the Chibi looked away and gave him a chance to look back at the other. Chuuya's gaze wandered along the city, wondering what it would be like to be any different kids. Not to be murderers, to just be kids.
That's what Dazai loved about Chuuya. He felt things, he wished them. He didn't have the sense of dread that followed him around, forcing him to think so lowly of himself. Forcing him to think logically, look into everything all of the time, and stop any and all feelings.
He longed to be Chuuya, to know the ginger. To know his hopes and dreams, wishes and worries. He would give anything to get a look into Chuuya's thought process, what made him believe that Dazai was worth giving chances, that he didn't kill him on site or leave him to rot like other teenagers their age had.
The moonlight caught the constant glint in Chuuya's eyes that seemed to be fading the longer he was in the mafia. How he hated that it was disappearing. It was something Dazai adored in Chuuya, his eyes. Along with the freckles and slightly cliffed nose that seemed like someone put a joint in the middle of it. The red lips of the other and the silky ginger hair that reflected any form of light with amazing ease.
Dazai smiled against his cigarette and leaned his head back to look toward the sky in emptiness. Chuuya looked over a moment before looking back out, slinging his free arm over the metal slab, his other arm leaning on it. His hand was up to his mouth, holding the cigarette in between his fingers, watching the smoke flow smoothly.
The ginger pulled his cigarette away and unfolded his arm, pulling the other to fold to hold his head. He placed his head in the crease created with his arm and looked over at Dazai. He wished his brain could stop him, but the calm had manipulated him with a weird sense of freedom.
"What's with the bandage?" Chuuya hums, voice softer than he meant it to be.
Dazai's head tilted toward Chuuya, eyes catching his. "Mmh, just a thing Mori forces me to wear,"
"Come on, there's more to it than that," Chuuya hummed, a grin playing on his lips. The swirling smoke of cigarettes practically fused together, swirling in the sky like two dancers. The smell was sickeningly sweet for tobacco.
Dazai looked away, the moon creating a blue hue to his small flush that played on his cheek. "I wouldn't lie to my dog for no reason."
"HA?" Chuuya yelled, a huff playing after. "Whatever, don't tell me then, I don't care," Chuuya turned his face to look the other way in the best pout that he could muster, but really, he's more of a sulking, spicy form of irritation, rather than just pouting to get his way. Like someone else he knows.
Dazai glanced back at Chuuya. Dazai felt the flush of embarrassment cover the bridge and his cheeks. It was a darker blue from the hue projecting off his face. Dazai's hand grazed his other eye, biting the inside of his cheek slightly.
The brunet reached up, using his teeth and lips to hold the cigarette in his mouth as lightly as he could. He felt his fingers graze his scalp, the slightly greasy mess of hair that curled on his neck clinging to his bandaged hand.
With a quick hand movement, a flutter of bandages unravelling from his face, holding it in his lap as a testament to his dignity given up. He glared back over to Chuuya. In which he was still looking away.
"Chuuya," Dazai hums, the voice carrying through the air as if he wished Chuuya wouldn't be able to hear it. In which he did, and as one of his funny little quirks that Dazai wrote down in the twenty-seven novels written about Chuuya, his ears noticeably pulled back, just at the mere obscurity in Dazai's overly soft voice.
The ginger moved his head up slightly before fully turning around with his head high toward Dazai. Like a puppy getting called for dinner, if you asked Dazai to recall the moment.
His eyes widened, the ocean colored color that matched the moon too much not to be ethereal. The rings of blue examined Dazais' fully exposed face, fully entranced. Even his blinking pattern slowed.
Dazai made eye contact, feeling his lips cave in to press his teeth into the flesh behind them, distracting him from the grave consequences of his actions. His own brown, dead eyes attempting to look at Chuuya.
The covered eye hung lower than his normal one. It was no wonder he was forced to cover it; he had a lazy eye. When he looked at Chuuya, the other eye seemed to wander off, maybe seemingly as if it were to gaze at the city below? Though it may not have had a mind of its own, Dazai seemed to separate him and his eye greatly.
Chuuya felt an immense amount of trust, the glorious feeling that helped his and Dazai's relationship, sour in honor and amounts. Chuuya didn't even notice when his hands moved to cup Dazai's face. Though now that he did notice, he didn't really, seem to care. He moved the other's face around, looking at the moles under his usually uncovered eye and the dot above his lip.
Chuuya felt like the normal 'bicker and brush off' situation that they had going on didn't apply at that moment. The cigarette between his fingers was just barely hovering over Dazai's cheek, which prompted the ginger to place the end into the ground and smile back up at Dazai when his hand stayed planted.
The 'slug' was now tilting Dazai over, not as violently as Dazai would have suspected, though, which was quite odd. Dazai felt the flush on his face deepen as Chuuya's thumb accidentally brushes against Dazai's cheek methodically.
"I-I can't have it out on a normal day," Dazai said, unused to the awkward feeling of not knowing what to say, or being too embarrassed to say anything at all.
"I think it's cool," Chuuya says, face freezing in stark realization before his hand pulls away quickly. Both hands move to his side, and he looks away quickly with the quickening glow of red on his cheek, along with the resonating reaction of his ability prepared to make him fly away if any situation were to be too embarrassing.
The brunette stared at Chuuya's figure, eyes having this random glow that they always did when Chuuya said something that interested our little protagonist. Dazai reached down and grabbed Chuuya's hand, holding it steadily between both of his own hands. His fingers curled around each other while engulfing Chuuyas.
Though even if so many things circled his mind, he had nothing to say. Dazai Osamu had nothing to say. It might as well have been the end of the world. For Chuuya, though, he just flicked his head back around and looked at the flushed Dazai with almost the exact expression.
Chuuya squeezed Dazai's hand, not quite knowing what to say either. He could feel Dazai's thigh leaning into his, and the sweet pulse of nullification that kept him from flying away in embarrassed excitement.
Dazai's hands fell between their connected thighs. His hands crossed on top of Chuuya's as he looked at Chuuya with pure longing. A feeling felt long before they even met. He just knew it wasn't long until it had a connection.
Chuuya didn't know what to do; he racked his brain, ignoring one part of his body that screamed for something he would never forgive himself for if he went through with it. Though it didn't have to be him who did it, right?
"Does Chuuya have a secret to tell me?" Dazai asked, though the weight of an action not taken greatly impacted both their stress levels, they continued to steer away.
Chuuya looked over at the lazy eye that was shown the moonlight just for him. Chuuya took his free hand and reached up to his left eye, peeling out the contact that had the perfect, curated shade of blue to match the other eye. Chuuya looked up with the starkly different colored blue and brown eyes and…
And Dazai fell in love right there.
Chuuya wondered why he was staring so long. Looking away in embarrassment, back straightening.
"You-Your wonderful,"
"I-what?" Chuuya asked, voice timid as he watched Dazai stare.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, the gleam of moonlight so stark that Chuuya could almost be blinded by his pure admiration.
Chuuya stared a moment, face flushed red and body ready to flee the moment Dazai yelled 'JUST KIDDING', and ran away laughing. Though he didn't, and he sat there waiting for an answer. Chuuya's hand tightened against the others.
Chuuya finally finished registering the request after a second or two, instinctively grabbing Dazai's jaw and yanking him towards his face.
He might have gotten a little pissy about lots of the repercussions of this kiss, like it being his first, really bad, and with Dazai, but he didn't seem as though he could manage to be angry in that moment.
The cold air and the cigarette that fell out of Dazais mouth burned below them. Chuuay moved his knee to push it out, deepening their kiss as he did so. Dazai's hands had let go of Chuuya’s, finding their way to the other's collarbone.
Chuuya felt a shudder as his cold hands brushed the exposed skin, though he loved the feeling more than expected. His own hand moved to Dazai's hip, eyes closed and lips moving as if they were meant to be there. Though it was more like a rushed symphony.
Chuuya was using his knees as a sort of leverage before he pulled away with great reluctance. His breath was hushed, and his face was flushed with a form of want he never thought he would see.
"Chu-." Dazai started, before getting cut off, a grin then on his lips as they continued. This time it was slower, like they now knew that the other wasn't going anywhere. That no one could change the fact that this moment was happening and that it would stop when they wanted it to.
Chuuya moved up more, almost pressing Dazai into the ground as he did so. The warmth of lips against lips and Chuuya's hands moving up and into Dazia's hair with ease. The hand on Dazai's hip moved to the other's biceps as he pushed him down on the concrete slightly.
Dazai felt his lips move against Chuuya's with ease and more passion than he knew could be expressed with his lips. The movements were meticulously planned. He felt as Chuuya pushed him down, his legs collapsing as it happened. His eyes would flutter open now and then, before closing again with content and an involuntary smile.
Chuuya's arm had gone under Dazai's shoulder blade, with a hand in his hair and his chest just barely leaning onto Dazai's. Dazai had moved one of his hands up to Chuuya's neck, another shudder that caused Dazai to have a spark of excitement.
Dazai's mouth opened slightly, feeling as their kiss deepened, past what they knew how to handle. Though they didn't have not a care in the world. Chuuya took this to his advantage and slipped his tongue inside the other's mouth. The two tongues collided as they explored each other's mouths.
Their mouths fixed together so neatly, nearly as well as they fit together as partners. Same with their tongues, and some of the clicking of their teeth colliding as they did this for the first time. Chuuya felt his grip on the other's hair tighten as he leaned in.
When the two of them came apart, the smallest trail of spit following, they smiled. Dazai took his hands from the other and propped himself up, licking his lips and wiping them with his "Quite the eager dog, are we?" He hummed, though the joke sizzled on his tongue as he stared into Chuuya's heterochromatic eyes. He felt lost looking.
"You're the one who asked," Chuuya huffed, the feigned irritation revealed itself as a lie as the ginger placed his head on Dazai's chest. He listened to the heartbeat of the other.
'.. ....... .-.. --- ...- . ....... -.-- --- ..- --..-- ....... -.-. .... ..- ..- -.-- .-' Was the rhythm.
"Dude, you know you got a weird ass heartbeat."
"Mh, I didn't know," He said with a grin on his face.
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Hirotsu walked quickly into the room, placing a twenty on Kouyou's Desk and promptly sitting on the opposite side of her. A grumpy expression was planted on his face.
" See, I told you, I know my boy," She hummed, a small chuckle as she went to look at the money, before her face fell at the sight. "How much money is this," She frantically pulled it toward her hand and flipped through.
"10, 20, 30, 40…" She looked up in shock. "Fifty, they really… today..?" She asked with an exasperated look. Hirotsu shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.
"I fear I found out just mere moments ago," He hummed, looking down from the ceiling and at his lost earnings.
"Wait a minute, they're up there now!" She practically hissed, "I would think somewhere else, maybe an ally or something, but the ports roof? You have got to be kidding me," He retorted, twirling her hair in frustration.
"They are teenagers, Kouyou, stuck in the port Mafia, they need to be teenagers one way or another." He hummed, Kouyou sitting down at that.
"I suppose you're right, my boy is growing,"
"He had grown the moment we took him in; now he's just being a kid again," Hirotsu said, glancing at the blue-lit Yokohama before them.