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The night had gone really well so far, Chuuya's friends were funny, Gin didn't seem to hate him that much and Chuuya's arm kept brushing his.
The group had migrated to the tables near the concession stand where Dazai was before he had his little…”moment”, the couple that was making out had been kicked out, thankfully.
Dazai was sitting next to Chuuya while Tachihara, Higuchi and Gin were all sat across from them, him and Chuuya were pressed against the wall of the cafeteria since Chuuya wanted to be polite to his friends and Dazai was just following Chuuya around.
Dazai was resting his elbows on the table, barely listening to one of Tachihara's stories about… sports… or something.
He could barely hear Tachihara over the extremely loud (and terrible) music that the underpaid teacher was probably forced to put on.
He had relaxed a significant amount since before the night had started, he hadn't even noticed how loose his body felt, nor did he notice the small redhead by his side who kept sneaking glances at him.
“and we didn't even notice he was stuck in the locker room until after the game…” he snorted as the group let out a few chuckles.
“Oh that reminds me of the time-” Higuchi started talking but the moment her voice came out he zoned out again, what was the time again?
He glanced at the analog clock they kept in the cafeteria, 9:47, huh, it had already been an hour.
Dazai couldn't tell if it felt like more than that or less
He felt a small nudge against his shoulder and turned to look at Chuuya.
“Are you okay? You keep zoning out and… I mean I understand if it weird how it's strangers and you can leave if you want but-” He watched as the redhead began spiraling, he couldn't fathom why, Dazai was some average guy, Chuuya shouldn't care this much about him.
It's probably pity. Chuuya's a good person who wants everyone to be happy. He doesn't like Dazai, it's pity.
“I'm fine, Chuuya.” He watched as Chuuya's expression changed… Was he blushing or is that the lighting?
... Probably the lighting
… yeah, definitely the lighting.
“Are you sure?” the smaller man's voice was barely a whisper at that point
“I promise” Dazai smiled back at him before turning back to Higuchi, he couldn't make even a second more eye contact with Chuuya or he would actually explode.
Maybe this wasn't so bad…
He saw the heads of the group turn to the other side of Chuuya, as well as a new weight on the seat.
The first thing he saw was the hair, a shade of pastel pink put up in a half-bun.
Then the face, she had pretty. Not extremely pretty but generally pretty enough.
Then, the voice.
“Babyyy~ you've been ignoring me all night,”...
What?
“What?” Dazai breathed out
“Sorry love, I've been a bit busy” Chuuya responded without turning to look at Dazai, wrapping his arm around the girl's waist.
What.
“Oh, sorry. Dazai, this is Yuan, my girlfriend. And Yuan, this is Dazai.” Chuuya smiled as he introduced the two.
Oh, that's right.
He did have a girlfriend.
Yosano told him.
“Nice to meet you Dazai” Yuan offered him a polite smile as she extended her hand.
Dazai forced his face to contort into something that barely resembled a smile as he took her hand and shook it with a bit more force than necessary..
Okay… maybe a lot more force.
“Nice to meet you as well.” His voice was laced with disgust, it was hard not to notice but Dazai couldn't control it.
Chuuya, however, didn't seem to notice as he turned back to Higuchi.
Gin gave him a glare, it was understandable, but Dazai was pissed.
Pissed at the fact the love of his life (who he had just met) was in a relationship
Pissed at how pretty and perfect they were together
Pissed at how much he cared.
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Dazai spent the rest of the time sulking, barely listening with this childish pout on his face, the others had tried to include him in their stories by asking questions but Dazai shot them down with his terse responses.
“DAZAI!!” Ranpo's voice echoed through the cafeteria, Dazai's head immediately swiveled to turn to him.
He saw his cousin running towards him, okay, something was very wrong.
Ranpo was known for being almost overly relaxed, even in stressful situations
“Fuck, Osamu… shit, Mori-” Ranpo gasped as he made his way closer to the table
“Ranpo- shit. What's going on?” The name drop of ‘Mori’ lingered in Dazai's mind.
“Mori is at the front gate… waiting for you…”
What?
What?!
“WHAT?!” Dazai could help himself from shouting, he saw the confused expressions of Chuuya and his friends, he saw the Shock washing over Gin's face but he couldn't care about any of it.
He stood up at the sheer shock and walked over to Ranpo
“Fuck- he… I don't know how he found out but he's here- fuck…” Ranpo's hands were flapping out of stress
“Why is Mori here…? I-” Gin started but immediately stopped when she heard Dazai's voice begin
“No… no… please no…” his legs felt weak, too weak, so weak they collapsed. “No no no nonononononono”
“OSAMU- fuck- calm down…” Ranpo attempted to soothe him, pulling him back up and stabilizing him. “Yosano's talking with him now, she's gonna lie for you-”
“NO-!” Dazai caught the flinches of Chuuya's friends out of the corner of his eye “I- please no, fuck- I can handle this on my own”
“no you can't Osamu” Ranpo looked behind them both to see the confused and scared expressions of Chuuya and his friends. “Let's just- let's go.” He didn't give Dazai the chance to argue before grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him away from everyone.
Fuck.
Everything was happening way too fast.
FUCK.