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comfortable in Chuuya's room. The boy pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes, letting out an almost frustrated sigh. Sounds reminiscent of paper, plastic, and scissors echoed. Even with the door closed, it was possible to hear the metallic noises of the scissors being

inn on the bench. But that was all that could be heard, because Dazai hadn't responded. "Oi!" A louder sound echoed, followed by silence. Chuuya raised his eyebrows, surprised by Dazai's sudden movement. Then, "It doesn't matter" the noise of the bandages being rummaged

throught returned "It's been taken care of." Chuuya absolutely hated going on missions with Dazai. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he hadn't shouted, but his tone indicated impatience. More shuffling sounds. Sounds that were starting to irritate Chuuya, The boy was

seriously considering breaking down the door and doing himself whatever Dazai was currently doing. He sighed, stretching his legs uncomfortably. "I know the location" Dazai's voice had become significantly more serious; Chuuya slowly put his legs down, straightening himself

thoughtfully. Dazai continued. "The traidor. I know where he is." footsteps were heard and the door opened. Dazai was wearing casually loose pants and a white t-shirt. Over his shoulder was a face towel. He walked towards Chuuya, who was still surprised. Some time later....

"What?" he said, following Dazai's long steps towards him, looking to the side when the boy sat down next to him; his mouth was open "How... how did you-" "It doesn't matter" Dazai responded by cutting him off, simultaneously grabbing the corner of the towel and throwing it

on the bed; Chuuya followed the movement in meditative silence, that is until he realized the towel was wet and on top of his bed. "Bastard!" He nimbly leaned back, grabbing the towel and throwing it away, then returned to his starting position, looking at Dazai who was laughing

Like always. Chuuya sighed. "So you have the location?" Dazai stopped laughing and his face became empty and bored. "Are you that slow, Chuuya? I told you that looooong time ago" "It was just five minutes ago, or so" he frowned. The other boy looked at him, blankly,

and then made a dismissive gesture with his hand, turning his face away from Chuuya. "Whatever." They both remained silent, staring straight ahead at the wall. That is until Chuuya speaks up. "You slept with her didn't you?" Dazai seemed a little startled by the statement

, but then he straightened up as if nothing had happened. However, Chuuya looked to the side, staring at Dazai with serious eyes - the boy didn't. "Did you? Slept with her?" Dazai didn't respond. He didn't even look towards Chuuya, who was looking at him reproachfully.

That's okay, he didn't care. And so, when Chuuya decided that he had given Dazai enough space to answer him- "Daz-" "Goodnight!!!" in a second, Dazai had stood up, a smile more fake than plastic on his lips and walked nimbly to the door of Chuuya's room.

The hand touched the doorknob, making a first movement with the wrist and the lock complained. "Dazai-" The door closed with tremendous intensity. Chuuya sighed, staring blankly at the door Dazai had escaped through. He cursed himself for letting curiosity get the better of him

The next morning, Dazai didn't pay him much attention. He hadn't made weird jokes and unnecessary comments. Chuuya couldn't help but think that this was a sensitive subject for his partner. It was obvious that Dazai and the girl who had served them breakfast had slept

together. The red marks on the female neck that had been covered with small amounts of powder and Dazai's disheveled hair... said it all. Still, tension hung in the air as the girl served them steaming coffee, Dazai blatantly complimenting her. Chuuya couldn't help but think

if that was something common for Dazai. He had slept with the girl in order to get information from her, when they both knew there was another way to get it. Maybe that way would be faster- Chuuya knew about his partner's reputation as a womanizer. Dozens of unknown numbers

called him monthly, making him "Dazai Osamu". So, yes, Chuuya was perfectly aware of that. However that was different. Dazai didn't need to sleep with someone to get information out of them. Chuuya didn't need to do such a thing. Besides being a low act, it was disgusting.

Selling his body for a few words was something Chuuya didn't do. Sipping the liquid coffee, which was still warm, he looked a little uncomfortably at Dazai and the girl. The girl was hugging a circular metal board, laughing at Dazai's praise - obviously Dazai didn't

eat anything while at that. Chuuya sighed discreetly. "I swear, you are going to like it" And she laughed, her cheeks flushed. "I believe you, Dazai-san." She smiled and then raised her eyebrows as if she remembered something. "Oh it's true, I forgot about something!"

she looked at Dazai, who took her hand lovingly, a smile that seemed worthy of a lover, but which Chuuya recognized as being fake "I'll be back." she promised, before turning on her heels and leaving the place in quick, hurried steps. The sound of the cup being placed

in the saucer echoed. Dazai looked at his partner without much interest, still with that air of smug superiority. Chuuya sighed, finishing his meal - Dazai hadn't touched his. "Aren't you going to eat?" He looked at Chuuya with that dead, empty look, before taking a sip

coffee repulsive, taking the cup to his lips with some elegance. Chuuya looked at him intently, pressing his lips against each other. "Are we going out today?" Dazai looked at him, the rim of the cup on his lips, and then placed it on the small plate. He sighed.

"We have almost everything we need." looked at him annoyed "Not thanks to you though" Chuuya refrained from rolling his eyes, regretting trying to get closer to his partner. He should have known by now that this was not possible. Uncomfortably, he cleared his voice.

Dazai sighed, as he finished his coffee. "We have wasted enough time playing hide and Seek, Chuuya." Chuuya got the message. "Boss is going to have our heads" he completed. Dazai slowly nodded. "It's a big problem having a traitor around." sighed as if the conversation

weighed on his back "Luckily, he was one of my subordinates or if he was not mine, he was yours." he declared, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He seemed significantly more relaxed, resembling the Dazai that Chuuya knew. He decided not to touch on his partner's unusual methods.

However, when Chuuya stood up, he stared at him. "What." Dazai said, with that empty look of his. Then, Chuuya approached his partner, putting a hand on his neck, adjusting his bandages, which were half fallen. Beneath his fingers, he felt Dazai's muscles stiffen.

Chuuya placed a strip of bandage tape over the rest, covering the evidence of a visible mark, his gloved hands brushing against the strands of brown hair. Moments that felt like hours passed and Chuuya withdrew his hand, leaning forward slightly with a small, teasing smile.

"Careful with these." Chuuya's hand rested against the small visible area of skin, he was very close to Dazai, who didn't change his expression of annoyance. One last smile, and Chuuya straightened up, turning on his heel without saying anything else.

As soon as the boy had left the place, Dazai blinked his only visible eye and stupidly opened his mouth. He shook his head and sighed. "What a bother."