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Books were spread out across the shelves. Chuuya’s finger traveled along each spine, from rough to soft to silky smooth until his hand stopped on one book. Yuan's laughter and Shirase’s excitement filtered out of the library when Chuuya pulled the book out.
‘Pandora’s Box.’
By Osamu Dazai
‘How can such a simple cover have so much weight underneath his fingers?’
Chuuya's finger grazed the cover tracing little patterns. With the flip of a page, that was when Chuuya lost track of time. Even Yuan who was so lively earlier perked her head up from underneath the book after a while, well fifteen minutes to be exact. “Hey? Chuuuuyaaaa you good??” Yuan asked, stretching out each word looking at Chuuya curiously. “Yeah I'm good Yuan have you found anything?”
“He’s completely gone,” Yuan noted with a shake of her head, letting out a sigh.
“I'm listening, you know?” Chuuya huffed, taking a glance at Yuan who only smiled back. “Now thinking about it, this is not the Chuuya I’ve known. Wait, don't tell me Chuuya you’ve actually gone insane!” Shirase suddenly piped up, pointing an accusing finger at Chuuya.
People nearby looked, glaring at the commotion. A grumble arose in Chuuya’s throat, his hands closing the book getting ready to put it back when a hand stopped him.
Shirase’s hand quickly retracted as soon as he spoke up.
“Wait, don't put that back just yet Chuuya! We’ve seen the way you looked at it while reading it completely infatuated it was honestly scary!” Shirase exclaimed, his hand coming back to snatch the book out of Chuuya’s hands.
“Hey damnit give it back Shirase!” Chuuya shouted leaping at Shirase, the book was raised high in response. “Okay, gotcha but not unless we buy it first! Can't have you regretting it later, you know?” A grumble came from Chuuya, his face turning red. His hands fidgeted on the edge of his shirt before stopping and reaching to push a strand of hair behind his ears.
“Pandora’s Box by Osamu Dazai hey Chuuya I’ve heard of him before isn’t he the man that was going viral around the place over one of his books, this must be the latest I’m guessing you're the type to read something else like the last book Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky?” Shirase questioned in amusement, turning to Yuan who watched the interaction quietly.
“How about this? I dare you to finish this book in under a week. I'll even buy this for you since I do owe you one but to get straight to the point I want your review.” He said bluntly with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Shirase’s eyes met Chuuya’s again in a silent challenge. Sparks flew into Chuuya’s hands with determination in his eyes.
“Bet”
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1 week later
The clicking of a pen along with scribbling of a Sharpie filled Chuuya’s bedroom as he sat up in his bed. His laptop was open with Baki nudging it with his paws purring when Chuuya’s hand massaged behind his ears. The last squeak of the pen following Chuuya starfishing on his back with a satisfied sigh broke the silence that started to become apparent. A sticky note that was stuck in an open page of Pandora’s box flashed underneath the light, the words glinting.
‘Surprisingly good.’
“Whoever you are, Osamu Dazai, you actually impressed me. It's kinda hard to do that.”
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“Pssst! A little help here Shirase!” Yuan shouted, nudging Shirase in the shoulder who was completely knocked out with a line of drool escaping his mouth.
A snore was the only response back. “Oh, that’s it!” Grabbing a cup of water nearby, Yuan held it in the air before lowering it, spilling it all over Shirase’s head, wetting the leather couch in the process. The snore turned into a horrified scream as Shirase sat upright quickly, the water traveling to his pants falling onto the floor. “Owww Yuan what hell—”
“Shhhh!”
“Hey don't ‘shhhh’ me!”
The sound of footsteps made Shirase freeze right in his tracks, they got closer by the second. His body getting pushed down by Yuan's hand roughly only to catch sight of Chuuya made him exchange an unimpressed glance at Yuan. “Seriously you had me thinking there was a fucking robbery taking place Yuan!”
“Ah, Ah! No talking let me speak!” Yuan said, holding a finger up with a smirk. “Look at what Chuuya’s holding, isn't he just such a hopeless romantic it's cute!” Yuan gushed over, holding a hand to her heart twirling her hair.
“Hopeless romantic where? I’ve never seen Chuuya hold hands with anyone and I really don't need the mental image right now.” Shirase mumbled under his breath, a frown on his lips.
“Don't be such a wuss, Shirase! You're going to get us caught and I don't want that right now when I am witnessing Chuuya in his lover boy era!”
“Lover boy era where!? If anything I think Chuuya is in his little nerd era! You know what it's actually increasing his brain size, maybe it will somehow make him grow an inch!”
“No NO you don't understand Shirase I think he found his true love, I've seen the way he touches that book and it’s so tender! Dazai Osamu stole his heart without even realizing it through a line of words!!”
“Shut up Yuan you're being loud, you're going to get us caught—!!!”
“Can you guys stop!!?!” Chuuya cried out, his face burning a bright red, and his breath came out ragged. Yuan and Shirase’s eyes locked in a split second, they looked and knew they were in trouble.
“Hey…… Chuuya? When did you even get here? We were just talking about how great the weather is supposed to be today……Right, Shirase?” Yuan said in a nervous chuckle, sweat beading up on her forehead.
“Uhhhh yeahhh?” Shirase seemed utterly clueless and Chuuya seemed to just tell by the way he narrowed his eyes at Shirase.
“Then why are you guys fucking spying on me!?”
There it was, if they were dead after this then well at least they lived to their fullest hey?
“RUN YUAN!!”
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“EEEEK!!!!!”
Well, that was the tale of Shirase and Yuan and an angry ‘lovesick’ ginger.
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Osamu Dazai
Osamu Dazai
OSAMU DAZAI!!!!?????
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There was no fucking way!! He didn't just kiss anyone or vomit all over their floor he kissed
Dazai Fucking Osamu?!
He was even arguing with him just now! Oh god the disrespect Chuuya just displayed in a day was insane!!! No way, no way!!! He even thought he was a bastard!? But oh gosh the worst part was he was!!! Nothing like the books.
Who would expect that after kissing a man vomiting all over their floor they would act cocky saying you did over their ‘other worldly beauty’! Bragging like it was a trophy. No way Chuuya would believe this! From thirsting after this man yesterday…… Just a bit okay, definitely not!!
He even threatened him over buying his shop! But he put a red camellia in his hair and held him with such care even just now he acted so concerned! And well he is a good kisser fine! No stop it Chuuya he shoved a dumb pill down your throat! Maybe he should do it again? I'm soooo screwed!!!
I insulted his taste in alcohol and even dropped his whisky all over the floor. Oh god it's still in my socks!!!!!
“Chuuya?”
‘Oh yes, say my name!’
“CHUUYA???”
‘What??? NO absolutely not!!’
“Wow you really do look like you saw a ghost, are you dreaming about eating dog food like the good dog you are!”
“How……?”
“Uh, what? You have to be more specific Chuuya—?”
“HOW DO YOU DO IT!!?”
‘Shit’
“What??”
Chuuya’s body leaned forward, inches apart from Dazai’s face now. “There’s no way you're that Dazai Osamu! Seriously, how do you do it!?” Chuuya spouted, his eyes raking up Dazai’s face.
“Uh, I don't know??? How do you survive hibernation Chuuya?” Dazai said, wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk. “Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya yelled before his words settled, making his eyes widen. “Oh shit I just said that.” Dazai's groan interrupted Chuuya’s voice.
“Can you not treat me like a deity? Now you are actually acting like a crazy ex.” Dazai muttered, his lips quivering, his face turning a slight red as his hands pulled Chuuya away from the hug he forgot was still doing. His pupils dilated when he involuntarily leaned into Chuuya’s touch, closing his eyes when Chuuya’s breath fanned over his face. Arms wrapped around Dazai’s before a whisper went into Dazai’s ear.
“Please, don't sue me.”
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Oh and how badly Dazai wanted to laugh at how little Chuuya knew about the pictures or perhaps the notifications that are probably going off on his dead phone in his pocket.
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Heat filled the room everywhere, whether it was to the skin or to the air, everything was hot. Dazai’s whole body along with his bandages felt sticky.
It made him want to go run into the shower except that the sight that lay below him wouldn’t let that happen.
Fiery red flames were tangled in his hands twisting and splaying out on the bed. Chuuya’s eyes were unfocused, his head shifting to the side to only get pulled by Dazai’s hand that pulled his face right up to his.
Their lips came close before smashing together. A gasp fell out of Chuuya's lips, getting drowned out by Dazai’s lips. His hands wrapped around Dazai’s neck, tangling in his hair. “Chuuya.” Dazai panted out, his eyes staring deep into Chuuya’s eyes that twitched. “Dazai?”
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“Fuck, I’m so screwed”