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“I must apologize Mr. Nakahara, but I’m afraid that if you fail the next exam, you’ll have to retake it this coming weekend.”
Chuuya kicked a rogue soda can on the street, watching it fly into an empty alleyway.
This was so unfair to him. He was smart…enough. He didn’t need to retake exams. He didn’t need to study. He was Chuuya Nakahara, for god’s sake. He was good at everything and people loved him.
He clenched his fist just at remembering what his professor had told him. It wasn’t Chuuya’s fault that Professor Mori’s class was unbelievably difficult. Everyone struggled with the topics they went over, so it wasn’t as if he was the only one who needed to retake exams.
Usually, it would only be a minor inconvenience to go in during the weekend to retake the exam, but he specifically had plans this week. He didn’t have time for something like this to get in the way of them.
He needed a way to get out of this, but he knew for a fact he would not be passing that exam. He wasn’t always the best at studying, usually getting distracted by his phone or other various things. What he needed were ideas.
That’s exactly why he was begging Atsushi to help him either cheat on the exam or help him study for it the next morning outside of class.
“Please, please, please! I need your help Atsushi! I want to go to the party this weekend so badly, and you want me there, don’t you?”
Chuuya had his hands clasped together in a begging motion, blinking up at the white-haired male with a pleading gaze. He was usually under begging for something, but this was an emergency situation where he would have to put his pride aside.
“Chuuya, I already told you that I won’t be able to help you. I already promised to help out Akutagawa with committee stuff,” Atsushi looked genuinely apologetic for not being able to help the poor redhead with his studies.
Chuuya groaned and lowered his hands, only to raise them a moment later to drag them down his own face. If Atsushi couldn’t help him, then there really was no hope for him and he would just have to miss out on the party he had been looking forward to for months now.
“Oh, wait! I know someone who could tutor you!”
The smaller one immediately looked back at Atsushi, hope radiating throughout his face.
“I don’t need a tutor, I only need help on this topic . But anyways, who?”
Atsushi promptly ignored the pointless correction Chuuya made, continuing on with revealing who it was, “His name is Dazai Osamu.”
“Dazai?” Chuuya asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow just at hearing the name. He had never heard it before and he’d been here for a few years now.
“Yes! He’s basically the smartest person in this entire university! If anyone could help you pass one of Professor Mori’s exams, it would be Dazai.”
Right when he heard that Chuuya was convinced already. He would deal with being tutored by some loser if it meant he could go to that party. He knew he would have to sacrifice his pride sooner or later.
“So, where can I find him?” Chuuya asked eagerly, almost bouncing on his feet in excitement and anticipation.
“He’s usually in the library after classes and I’ll text him to let him know that you need help,” Atsushi didn’t seem so sure about using the term ‘help’ to refer to what Chuuya needed. Though, the redhead didn’t seem to notice the hesitation, only nodding at what he was saying.
“But I should warn you,” Atsushi suddenly said, catching Chuuya’s interest again, “he’s a very….unique kind of person.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll understand when you meet him, but good luck, Chu!” Atsushi waved at the other, already halfway down the hallway before tripping over his own feet. He righted himself before continuing down it. Chuuya wasn’t paying attention to the clumsy white-haired male, distracted by his own thoughts.
Unique? What could that mean?
He couldn’t be that bad, right?
Little did Chuuya know what he was getting himself into by agreeing to let Dazai tutor him.
He showed up at the library, out of breath from running over there. Atsushi had texted Chuuya later in the day that Dazai agreed to meet him at exactly one. Chuuya checked the time on his phone and sighed in relief when he was only about three minutes over the specified time.
He straightened out his clothing before heading inside the cool building. There weren’t that many people here, but that was to be expected for this time of day. Chuuya didn’t think he had ever been in here before. He hadn’t needed to since he was blessed with being so naturally smart.
He wandered around the library for a while before making it to the very back where only two tables sat. There was a brunet at one of the tables, books surrounding the laptop he was using. He had white bandages wrapped around his neck and arms, which was odd to see. He also wore some thin-rimmed glasses that were circular. Chuuya was assuming that this was the man who was supposed to be his tutor judging by what Atsushi had said he would look like. He never mentioned the bandages though, maybe this was a one-time thing.
He confidently strode up to the table, holding his chin high to make himself seem taller than he actually was. From what he could see, the other was fairly taller, most likely a little taller than Chuuya was.
A pair of chocolate-colored eyes landed on him, doing a once over Chuuya’s body before staring directly into Chuuya’s eyes. The gaze was a little unnerving, it almost felt like this guy could see his darkest secrets or whatever.
“You are Dazai Osamu, are you not?” Chuuya asked, making no move to sit down in case he needed to leave out of embarrassment from approaching the wrong person.
The brunet only nodded. Not saying anything yet and instead spent his time seemingly checking Chuuya out again. This guy didn’t seem to have much shame at all, but Chuuya never minded the attention he got from others. He enjoyed it thoroughly, in fact.
“Atsushi didn’t tell me I would be tutoring a freshman.”
What a dick.
“Hah!? I’m not a fucking freshman! What gave you that idea, asshole?”
For a split second, Dazai looked genuinely confused, but it was replaced by a stupid grin.
“Your height. You’re so short, are you sure you didn’t skip a few grade levels or something?”
“You dick! What the hell is your problem? I’m still growing, you know!” Chuuya shouted, having no respect for the few others that were in the library.
An old woman shushed him from over at a bookshelf, glaring at him and telling him to shut it and sit down. Chuuya did so with an indigent huff.
Dazai was chuckling quietly on the other side of the table, his laptop shut and put off to the side now. His eyes were filled with amusement and curiosity.
“What a reaction that was, it really was something.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes at the brunet but decided to be the mature one and not start up another scene.
“Whatever, dumbass. My name is Chuuy-”
“Chuuya Nakahara. I know.”
Chuuya frowned and raised an eyebrow but nodded instead of questioning the other.
“Well, obviously you know about me. Everyone seems to.”
It was Dazai’s turn to roll his eyes now, acting like what Chuuya had said was the biggest insult.
“So conceded. Do you really think so highly of yourself like that? I hate people like you—overconfident, cocky people who don’t know their place.”
The redhead laughed at that, thinking what Dazai said was the funniest joke ever made. After a minute or two, he realized that Dazai wasn’t laughing along and he finally decreased his noise level.
“And you think that someone like you could put someone like me in their place?” Chuuya giggled after speaking, thinking just the idea was funny and absolutely ridiculous in every way.
Dazai raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes trailing down Chuuya’s smiling face.
“Yes, I do think that. You need to be humbled desperately.”
The redhead waved his words away, not even listening to them. He took off his backpack, and reached in for some of his textbooks, placing them on the wooden table with a loud thump.
“You’re smart, right? Then it’s time to help me study! I need to pass one of Professor Mori’s exams before this weekend so I don’t need to retake it.”
“What’s so important about this weekend that you can’t go in for a retake?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes. I would like to know, actually. That’s why I asked in the first place.”
Chuuya scoffed, making a frustrated noise before looking up at the brunet who still hadn’t looked away from him during this entire conversation.
“I’m going to a party that’s been planned for months now. I cannot bear to miss out on it. It’s going to be so fucking awesome,” Chuuya spoke with stars in his blue eyes, very obviously thinking about what would be going down at the party.
“That’s why I need to pass this exam! And that’s why you are going to help me study!”
The redhead seemed very proud of his explanation, having his arms crossed over his chest with a confident smile gracing his pretty features.
“Sure, I’ll help you.”
“Yes! So what firs-“
“Under one condition.”
Atsushi didn’t mention anything about having to pay the guy for help, but Chuuya could make the sacrifice if it was for his future happiness at the party.
“Sure, whatever you want. You want money? I’ll pay you if that’s what you mean.”
“I don’t mean pay me with money,” The brunet licked his lips, eyes flicking down the other's body, “You can pay me with your body.”
Chuuya could feel his blood run cold in his veins, feeling stone cold at the shock he was feeling. All too soon his cheeks were the only thing heating back up, turning a very bright red.
“The hell!? You fucking pervert! What is that supposed to mean?”
Dazai burst out laughing a second later, making Chuuya feel even more confused now.
“I was just joking, I wasn’t being serious or anything,” he muttered, wiping a stray tear from his eye after his laughing fit had died down.
That didn’t really help with Chuuya’s blushing problem but he still sighed with relief that he wasn’t being serious about it.
“No, your payment is being in a pretend relationship with me.”
What.
Chuuya found himself utterly speechless at this point, opening and closing his mouth to try and find the right words to say. Dazai looked completely unbothered, like what he said wasn’t insane.
“But why?” Chuuya finally got out after a few moments of silence.
“Well, there are multiple reasons, but the main one is because you’re Chuuya. Everyone wants you. People would be willing to go far just to date you—and sleep with you,” Dazai’s eyes flicked down to Chuuya’s neck before giving him a knowing look. Chuuya blushed and adjusted his button-up collar, covering the light bruise that Dazai had been calling out.
“So you wanna have sex with me?”
“Well, obviously. But I also know that you’re particularly popular and if I date you, people will take notice.”
“You want to date me for attention?”
“In a way, yes, but there is another reason…” Dazai trailed off and Chuuya raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue with his reasoning.
“It’s a secret.”
The redhead groaned loudly, not bothering to hide his irritation. He wasn’t the most patient person in the world and he’d rather just know the other reason why Dazai wanted to fake date him.
“What would I get out of it?”
“Well, I’ll help you study to pass your exam and you can go to the party and…” Dazai smirked at Chuuya before continuing, “Perhaps if you wanted, some rather sexual rewards as well.”
The redhead faked a disgusted expression, narrowing his eyes at Dazai.
“Bold of you to assume I’d ever want to sleep with you.”
Dazai didn’t seem offended by this since he was chuckling at the reaction.
“Mm, you’re funny, Chuuya. But I know for a fact that I can treat you way better than anyone ever would,” the brunet’s voice did this hot weird thing where it lowered so it was more sensual, making Chuuya have to resist a shiver just by listening to him.
“What are the rules of this…relationship?” Chuuya didn’t even acknowledge what the other had said to him, acting as if he didn’t hear. If he focused too much on those words, he would most likely turn into a blushing mess.
“First, you have to be faithful to me.”
Dazai narrowed his eyes at the redhead who only rolled his eyes.
“But we’re not actually dating, I should be able to kiss and have sex with whoever I want.”
“I don’t think you realize how many rumors are spread in this school. If you start sleeping with random people, others will start to talk and the information will get back to me. Then people will assume you’re cheating and suddenly people dislike you,” Chuuya waved off his words but there was a small piece of his mind that was worried over those words. He didn’t want to be disliked suddenly.
“Second, we’ll need to act like a couple to really sell it.”
“How do we do that?”
“Do couple things. Like hold hands, hug, kiss, things like that,” Dazai said, laughing when Chuuya looked opposed to that idea as well.
“And then third, which is boundaries. I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to do. I’m assuming that you’ll tell me if I’ve made you uncomfortable, no?”
The redhead didn’t like the way that Dazai was phrasing this as if he was actually going to agree with it. Chuuya was going to agree, but it was annoying that the brunet already knew that.
“I will,” he mumbled, picking at a loose string on his jacket.
“Good, now, what do you say, Chuuya? Do you accept my proposal?” Dazai was still smirking at him with his stupidly attractive face.
Of course, Chuuya was going to accept.
This guy was very attractive, smart as hell, and was confident. Plus, Chuuya needed some extra excitement in his life anyways.
Dazai was holding out his hand, like this was some official agreement of some sort. Instead, it was just an agreement to be in a pretend relationship for a while.
Chuuya pretended to think about it, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. Then his gaze flicked back to Dazai’s, a small grin appearing on his face.
“If you suck in bed I’ll kill you,” Chuuya said, reaching out his own hand and shaking Dazai’s. The threat only made Dazai laugh.
“Oh, trust me, love,” The hand that was shaking Chuuya’s moved down to grab onto his wrist, pulling him forward. He lightly kissed the inside of Chuuya’s wrist, barely brushing his lips against it at all, “You won’t regret this.”
Chuuya felt as if he were in some kind of trance, only being able to look into the dark brown eyes. He could feel his face slowly heating up and that’s when he realized he still hadn’t moved or talked.
He snatched his hand away, cradling it as if he had been burned or severely injured. The spot Dazai had kissed was tingling as if his lips were still there. This didn’t seem to offend the brunet, in fact, his eyes shined with amusement at the reaction.
“Whatever, let’s just get to studying.”
Dazai nodded, a cheeky smirk still set on his face.
“Give me that, you bastard!”
Chuuya hissed, jumping up to try and grab his phone from Dazai’s hands where he held it above his head. They had been cleaning up after studying for hours when Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s phone, somehow guessed his passcode, and started setting up a contact for himself.
“But Chuuya, I need to give you my number so you’ll be able to text me,” The brunet pouted, finishing entering his number and then going to Chuuya’s camera to take a profile picture for the contact.
When Chuuya jumped for the third time, Dazai caught him midair around his waist, keeping him pressed against the brunet’s chest. Dazai quickly snapped a picture before Chuuya could hurt him, soon letting go of him even though he didn’t want to yet.
“Here you go,” Dazai smiled and handed Chuuya his phone like nothing had happened.
Chuuya quickly grabbed his phone and shoved it in his pocket, not bothering to look at the photo Dazai had taken of them. He’d spare himself the embarrassment for now.
“You’re such a dick,” The smaller male muttered but was quickly shushed by Dazai.
“Such vulgar language, Chuuya. We’re still in public, you know?”
Chuuya—being the mature person he was—stuck his tongue out at the other, grabbing his bag and heading to the entrance of the library with a tall brunet following close behind.
Before Chuuya could run down the stone steps of the library, Dazai grabbed his arm, turning him around. Because Chuuya didn’t want to fall on his ass on hard concrete, he set his hands on top of Dazai’s chest, grabbing onto the sides of his uniform jacket.
“You almost forgot to say goodbye to me,” Dazai pouted at the redhead.
“I didn’t forget.”
“So mean, Chuuya. To your boyfriend, you’re going to say that?”
Chuuya rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, not even bothering to answer that.
“Anyways, tomorrow morning, meet me outside the school campus, maybe by the flower gardens. I want to be able to walk with you to class.”
The smaller one scrunched his nose in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing together.
“But we don’t have classes together.”
Dazai gasped suddenly, startling Chuuya a little.
“But we do! I’m in three of your classes!”
Chuuya was about to argue that fact and say it wasn’t true when everything clicked into place. He could vaguely remember a tall brunet in his classes who was always very quiet. Guilt filled Chuuya’s chest and he looked up at Dazai’s eyes to see if he was genuinely upset about this.
“I’m so hurt that you never noticed me after all this time,” Dazai sighed dramatically, his tone airy and high-pitched.
“Okay, I do feel bad about that.”
“Feel bad enough to give me a kiss?” Dazai raised an eyebrow, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.
Chuuya quickly shook his head, ignoring how flustered just that question got him. He looked down so Dazai wouldn’t be able to see the red that colored his freckled cheeks.
That didn’t last long, as a second later Dazai was hooking his index finger underneath his chin, forcing him to look up. Brown eyes shown with satisfaction as they trailed over blushing cheeks, a prominent smirk on his face.
“Awe, are you too flustered? I never knew Chuuya was this easy to embarrass,” The brunet mumbled, subtly inching his face closer to Chuuya’s.
He wasn’t this easy to embarrass.
Usually.
He felt like he was in middle school still with a mere crush on someone. Every little thing that Dazai did made him feel flustered or weak in the knees. He had just spoken to the guy and he already felt tempted to lead Dazai to his dorm room.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them and glaring up at the taller male. He easily pushed Dazai away—the brunet had barely put up a fight.
“You’re such an idiot,” Chuuya hesitated before saying goodbye, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Then ran off in the direction of his dorm room with a burning face.
Before Chuuya could turn in for the night, one question kept throbbing in his mind.
The picture.
The picture that Dazai had taken. He still had yet to look at it.
He groaned and reached over to his nightstand to grab his phone, the brightness blinding him for a few seconds.
He opened his phone and went to photos, clicking on the most recent.
He had been right not to look at the photo.
The photo reflected Dazai wearing that stupid grin that Chuuya was coming to actually like. He had his arm wrapped around Chuuya’s waist, holding him close to his chest to the point where it could look like Chuuya was simply hiding his face in the other’s chest. He still remembered what it had felt like to have Dazai’s arm around his waist, keeping him up and pressed against his unusually warm body. To anyone who didn’t know, it would look like a photo of a normal couple. That’s what they wanted, Chuuya guessed.
With that thought in his mind, the redhead set his phone down again, turning over to face the wall and look into the darkness.
What kind of attention would this new “couple” bring?
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The morning was uncharacteristically cold for being spring. They had been having some warm days already—those days, Chuuya spent hanging out with his friends outside. Chuuya woke up early—not being able to fall asleep from the anxiety of what people would think of him and Dazai being “together.” He’d gotten dressed in his uniform and left his dorm earlier than normal, deciding to head over to the flower gardens already and wait for Dazai.
He’d been to the flower gardens a couple of times before, sometimes to go on first dates, and most of the time for a quick hookup. Most people at their university treated this spot as if it poured out romantic energy. That’s why most people’s first dates were here. It was like a good luck charm to get into a relationship. Half the time it worked.
He spotted the familiar wall of hedges when he turned the corner, seeing that the trees were starting to green again. When he got even closer, he could see the small little buds on flower bushes, signifying new bloom. Small flowers littered the ground in some spaces between the many bushes of flowers, already having bloomed in this weather.
“You’re early. Were you that excited to see me again?”
Chuuya jumped when Dazai appeared behind him, coming from seemingly nowhere. He quickly crossed his arms and acted like Dazai hadn’t scared the shit out of him just then.
“No way, I just woke up early, is all. I couldn’t fall back asleep again,” Chuuya huffed, holding his chin high and looking away from the smug brunet.
“Were you too busy thinking about me?”
Yes, but there was no way in hell he would ever admit that.
The redhead instead scoffed and shook his head, glaring when that got him a laugh from the other.
“Hm, that’s too bad,” Dazai murmured, walking closer to Chuuya to grab something from a bush behind him. When he pulled it into Chuuya’s view, he could see it was a small purple flower, “I know that all I was thinking about was you.”
Dazai held the small flower out for Chuuya to take, a grin on his face because he knew this would make Chuuya feel flustered. Which it did.
“You’re an idiot,” Chuuya grumbled, but still took the flower from Dazai, pushing it behind his ear so the purple flower stood out in his red hair.
“And you’re very beautiful,” Dazai countered, smiling at the redness starting to appear on Chuuya’s face.
“No one’s around, you don’t have to be all flirty or whatever.”
“Call it practice,” Dazai mumbled, sounding a little distracted by the view in front of him.
“Speaking of practice, I wanted to ask you if I could touch you?” Dazai asked out of the blue, getting hit on the back of his head a moment later by a flustered redhead.
“No, you pervert!”
“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant like hold your hand!” Dazai rubbed the back of his head, frowning sadly at the redhead.
“Oh,” Chuuya said, pausing in his actions, looking up at Dazai apologetically.
“In that case, you can.”
Dazai grumbled something that Chuuya was unable to catch and he didn’t feel like asking—figuring it was some sort of insult. The brunet still reached forward to grab the tense redhead’s hand. He intertwined their hands, looking at where they conjoined curiously. Meanwhile, Chuuya was fighting back a blush or insult, either one. He had never romantically held hands with someone. Did this even count as romantic if they weren’t dating?
“Shall we go then?” Dazai asked, getting over the situation pretty quickly.
Chuuya nodded and started walking alongside the taller male, heading towards the campus.
When they walked through the doors, all eyes were on them.
It was like one of those classic high school movies where the nerd girl gets with the jock and everyone stares as they walk by. It was exactly like that. Chuuya didn’t think it was that surprising but when he saw his friends’ reactions, he knew that he had been very wrong.
Atsushi’s jaw actually dropped when he saw the two, discolored eyes going to their hands before looking at Chuuya’s face. There was confusion—mostly shock—ridden in his eyes. Chuuya would have to explain this later to him. This must look very weird to him since Atsushi had only recommended Dazai as a tutor, not a new boyfriend.
For once, Chuuya didn’t feel all that confident, rather letting Dazai take the lead. He was following along after him like a lost puppy. For being a loser, Dazai didn’t seem put off by the new attention at all. He looked around the hallway with a confident smirk, his eyes bright.
Chuuya was actually thankful when they made it to their first class, that being Professor Mori’s. He walked in and sat in his usual spot, but a certain brunet was making home on the other side of him.
“What are you doing?” Chuuya asked, raising an eyebrow at the brunet who was unpacking his textbooks and placing them on the table.
“Well, I figured it was only right for me to sit next to you, darling.”
Damn that pet name and Dazai.
Chuuya looked away quickly, staring at the board instead and promptly ignoring Dazai’s contagious laughter next to him.
The rest of his classes were boring and uneventful. He only had Mori’s class with Dazai today, none of the two others. So, lunch was the next time he was able to talk to the brunet. Though, that didn’t discredit the amount of text messages he got from the other, getting spammed with random pictures that showed the most cursed images. He also flirted in between the messages, shitty pick up lines and then more suggestive comments.
It somehow appeared that Dazai was more annoying over the phone than in real life.
Chuuya stomped out of his class, feeling angry for no particular reason other than the fact he had to deal with annoying ass people in his class that asked pointless questions and wasted class time when they should’ve been learning the new material on the upcoming test.
Dazai was waiting out there for him, leaning against the wall and a cork board that held various flyers for different clubs and outside class time intervention classes. The brown eyes visibly brightened when they saw the redhead.
“Chuuya! How was class?” Dazai asked in a sing-song voice, offering the other his hand which Chuuya took without hesitation.
“Horrible. People are annoying.”
“Great to hear! Before you ask, my class was fun as well. I beat everyone in this game that my professor planned. It was pretty entertaining since I got to text you after the game was over,” Dazai rambled on, making gestures with his hands, forgetting that he was still holding hands with the person next to him. Dazai kept the conversation going until they reached the foyer where some restaurants were and food bars.
“Let’s sit with my friends, they’re right over there!” Chuuya didn’t have much of a say before he was getting dragged toward the corner of the foyer where couches were located along with chairs.
“Hi everyone!” Dazai said, uncharacteristically cheerful.
A small group of people turned to look at the two who had approached them. The redhead recognized a few of them, but not all of them.
“Chuuya, this is Yosano, Kunikida, Akutagawa, and Ranpo! Friends, this is Chuuya Nakahara,” Dazai formally introduced him, acting as if he were a celebrity.
Chuuya already knew Akutagawa since Atsushi was friends with him—Chuuya was also almost positive that they had a thing. He knew Kunikida too. Kunikida was always telling on Chuuya and getting him in trouble or saying he needed to study more and focus on his schoolwork and not parties.
“Wait, is this the one you always talk about to us, Dazai?” The girl named Yosano asked, a mischievous smile on her red lips.
Everyone in the group turned to stare at Dazai, including Chuuya who couldn’t hold back his amusement when he saw a pink growing on the brunet’s cheeks.
“Yes,” Dazai coughed nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone other than the floor. “That’s not important right now. What is important is that Chuuya and I are dating.”
It felt weird to finally hear the words out loud, making their pretend relationship official. Chuuya knew now that word was going to spread fast about this. In fact, he already saw the guy named Ranpo pulling out his phone and typing out a quick message to a group chat.
Yosano’s jaw dropped—similar to how Atsushi’s did in the hallway—and she shook her head in what looked like disbelief.
“No fucking chance that you actually got with him,” Yosano said, pointing an excusing finger towards the redhead as if everyone didn’t know who she was referring to.
“I did, in fact, get him.”
“I’m calling you out. That’s so bullshit.”
Dazai pouted dramatically, looking similar to a child in the moment.
“Yosano, we are actually dating!”
Chuuya kept quiet, choosing not to interfere and potentially ruin Dazai and his plan right away. While Dazai and Yosano bickered, Akutagawa turned to Chuuya.
“You’re friends with Atsushi right? He talks about you sometimes.”
Why did everyone talk about him suddenly? Well, he knew they did but he didn’t want to know. He’d rather just assume they did if that makes sense.
“Yeah, I’ve known him since secondary school. He spilled his lunch on me and the cafeteria didn’t have any napkins so we had to go to the bathroom and he tried cleaning off my uniform with wet paper towels and hand dryers,” Chuuya chuckled at the memory, thinking of the wide-eyed kid who had spilled milk on himself but was still worried about Chuuya’s wellbeing.
“I’ve noticed that he’s prone to being clumsy at times,” Akutagawa mumbled, looking off to the side in thought.
Chuuya desperately wanted to ask the black-haired male what he and Atsushi were, but that would be rude, wouldn’t it?
“Isn’t he helping out with the committee planning? Maybe you should choose someone else, Ryu,” Kunikida piped in, holding a worn-looking notebook to his chest.
“No, Atsushi will be fine. He’s perfect. I mean-” Akutagawa said, stumbling over his words, “He’s perfect for the job.”
Oh, they definitely had something going on.
Chuuya was about to question him when two voices rose even louder, making it impossible to ignore them now.
“Well, why don’t you prove it, huh?” Yosano shouted, pointing at Chuuya again. It seemed she had a pointing problem.
“How do you want me to prove it? I don’t need to prove anything to you, Yosano!” Dazai crossed his arms, acting like a petty teenager.
The redhead rolled his eyes, getting tired of this yelling between the two. He was trying to figure out what was going on between Atsushi and Akutagawa and these two were interrupting.
It looked like he would have to take matters into his own hands.
“Dazai.”
“Yes, Chu-”
Dazai didn’t get to finish his sentence because right when he turned his head toward the redhead, his shirt collar was grabbed, tugging him forward until a soft pair of lips were pressing against his own.
Chuuya could faintly hear a few gasps from the people around them, whether they were coming from Dazai’s friends or other people, Chuuya didn’t care at the moment.
Dazai was tense for a few seconds, not being able to compute what was happening at the moment. Though, he snapped back almost immediately, kissing Chuuya back with fervor. One of his hands landed on the side of Chuuya’s waist, squeezing it lightly.
After a few moments, Chuuya was pulling away first. Dazai tried to chase after his lips, not wanting the kiss to end yet, but Chuuya pushed him away with a small satisfied smirk,
“Gross, get a room,” Ranpo said, breaking the tense silence between everyone.
People laughed at that and then went back to conversing as normal. Even Chuuya went back to talking with the brunet’s friends. He was getting interrogated by Yosano right now—she was convinced Dazai had paid Chuuya to do this.
The only one in the group that remained quiet was a certain brunet who was still speechless from the surprise kiss. He’d always wondered what Chuuya’s lips felt like, tasted like. He finally got the smallest taste and he felt addicted. Every nerve in his body was begging Dazai to get up and drag the small redhead out of the room to where they could be alone.
Outside of the group’s circle, a few girls were sat giggling, talking about how cute Dazai was in actuality. They dared looks over there, trying to get Dazai to make eye contact with them but the brunet couldn’t keep his eyes off the redhead—only having eyes for him.
The campus grounds were slowly clearing, students lingering only by vending machines or by classroom doors. It was evening time by now and everyone was heading home for the day, except for a certain two students.
Dazai slammed Chuuya against one of the concrete pillars, smashing their lips together in one desperate move.
Chuuya grabbed at the brunet’s tie, though instead of pushing him away, he pulled him even closer. His other hand went to Dazai’s brunet hair, running through it.
The taller male moved his hands up and down Chuuya’s sides, settling them on his hips after a few minutes of indecision. The kiss was fast, their tongues dancing together in fervency. Dazai pulled away, gasping for a breath before kissing Chuuya again, licking into his mouth to taste more of him.
Chuuya did not expect Dazai to be this good. He had said in the library that if Dazai was bad he would kill him, but judging on just his kissing skills, Chuuya was going to regret those words greatly. The redhead could feel his mind going hazy the longer the kiss went on, whether that be from the lack of oxygen or from how good it was.
Dazai pulled away again, his shallow breaths fanning over Chuuya’s slick lips. The other’s tongue ran across Chuuya’s bottom lip, making him squeal with surprise. He could feel Dazai smirking—he didn’t even need to see it to know. Dazai kissed Chuuya one more time before lowering his head, spreading kisses all down the other’s jawline and neck. Chuuya, being in his daze, tilted his head back, groaning quietly when he felt a warm tongue swipe right above where his choker was.
When he felt hands unbuttoning his shirt, he snapped back, suddenly very aware of where they were. Which was still on the campus grounds. He squirmed and complained until Dazai was leaning away from his neck, his hands returning to Chuuya’s hips. He had a clear frown on his face, not hiding his disappointment at having to stop.
“What’s up? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
“I am- or I was before you tried to start undressing me while we’re still on campus,” Chuuya said, noticing that he did sound dazed.
Dazai cocked an eyebrow, looking a little confused at hearing this.
“Now that’s surprising. I thought you of all people would actually want me to fuck you where people could see.”
“Who the fuck do you think I am?”
The redhead knew he had messed up even before Dazai spoke, just seeing the evil smirk was enough to clue him in.
“A filthy slut.”
Chuuya cursed quietly, feeling his heart actually skip a beat at just hearing Dazai’s voice. He used the same voice from the library. Low and deep. It sent shivers down his spine and electricity through his veins making him feel so alive. Making him feel ecstasy but with fewer drugs.
He refocused on the taller male’s face, being greeted by dark eyes filled with arousal and want. Dazai’s brunet hair was messed up—more than usual—making him look effortlessly attractive in every way possible. It had the breath leaving Chuuya once more. Dazai held eye contact with him, refusing to look away from those beautiful blue eyes. Dazai’s hand was slowly inching down the smaller male’s thigh, making him start to tremble and fuck. Maybe he did want Dazai to take him right here.
From Dazai’s perspective, he saw a very flushed redhead with a far-off look in his eyes, breathing heavily with spit-slick lips. He wanted him. Badly.
After just a few more minutes of silence, allowing Chuuya to catch his breath and clear the haze from his mind, Chuuya was pushing a laughing Dazai away.
“What’s the matter, Chuuya? Did I say something wrong?”
Chuuya froze while walking, turning to glare at the cocky brunet behind him. He knew the game Dazai was getting at. If Chuuya denied that he liked it then Dazai wouldn’t do it again, but if he said he liked it then he would be endlessly teased.
“Shut it, bastard. Let’s just go study now. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you treat me to something sweet afterward,” Chuuya mumbled, starting to walk again, hearing the faint footsteps of Dazai behind him.
Suddenly, Dazai was leaning on Chuuya, draped over his shoulder, arms wrapped around the redhead’s waist. Chuuya was very aware of how close Dazai’s mouth was to his neck, but that shouldn’t have been the thing he was worried about.
“Nothing can taste as sweet as you do, Chuuya.”
Chuuya flushed again when Dazai whispered in his ear, soon after kissing his neck with soft lips.
“You’re a dick,” Chuuya mumbled, and Dazai laughed again.
===
Unlike yesterday's uneventful study session, today’s was very….unique.
Chuuya squirmed in Dazai’s lap, not being able to keep still for more than two seconds. He made a frustrated noise though it sounded more like a whine than anything aggressive.
“Dazai,” Chuuya breathed, “I can’t focus when you do that.”
The brunet hummed lightly, slowly licking up Chuuya’s bare shoulder before blowing air on it, watching Chuuya shiver and tremble. His hands moved up and down Chuuya’s thighs—the reason why Chuuya was squirming so much.
“But, Chuuya,” Dazai whined, “You’ll have to face hard distractions while studying and taking exams, I’m just helping you.”
“I don’t think that I’ll have any distractions quite like this when studying.”
Dazai smirked, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the back of the redhead’s neck, “You never know.”
Inviting Dazai over to his dorm room was his first mistake, his second mistake was letting Dazai play out his absurd idea. He’d only gotten through half the page after an hour of trying. The brunet had proved to be way too talented at distracting him with the simplest distractions.
Dazai wrapped a hand around the front of Chuuya’s neck, keeping his head in place just so he wouldn’t try and turn around again. Chuuya gasped and moaned at the touch, making Dazai pause his teasing. The room went dead silent, Chuuya not daring to say a word.
“Did you just-”
“No.”
Dazai grinned like an absolute winner, using his hand on Chuuya’s neck to get him to look at Dazai. With little difficulty, Chuuya gave in but then the brunet saw his eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks glowing red.
“Come on, Chu. I want to see those pretty eyes,” Dazai mumbled, kissing Chuuya’s cheek and the corner of his mouth. The only response he got was a shake of his head.
“I guess I’ll just have to tease you more.”
“No, wait!”
Dazai flipped to the next page of his book, taking a moment to compose himself before reading the lines of text. Chuuya’s voice filled his head, being the only thing he could actually focus on. Usually, it would be a good thing, but right now it wasn’t.
As revenge for teasing Chuuya, the redhead decided he would read out hardcore smut fanfictions to Dazai while they were on break. It’d been going on for an hour already. Dazai hadn’t been able to focus on the words in his book, only hearing the smaller male.
“Chuuya.”
“Hm?” The smaller male blinked at him innocently, very different from what he was just reading out loud—a very detailed smut scene.
“You’ve made your point, love. You can stop now,” Dazai said, trying his best to keep his cool even though he felt like he was going insane.
Chuuya smiled at him so sweetly that Dazai almost felt his irritation disappear completely.
“I’m enjoying myself, actually. So, no.”
Never mind, that irritation was back.
The brunet groaned and covered his face with the book he’d been attempting to read. He’d actually gotten halfway in, but he had no clue what was being said.
He lasted another fifteen minutes before telling Chuuya to stop again—the redhead refused again.
“Chuuya, please, stop,” Dazai’s voice was strained, showing how much Chuuya was affecting him.
The redhead shook his head, looking back down at his phone and reading the next line.
Dazai huffed before pressing his index finger to Chuuya’s mouth, shutting him up finally.
“Shh,” Dazai said, mostly meaning the gesture as a joke at this point.
Chuuya though didn’t look annoyed or mad like Dazai thought he would be. The brunet watched a small smirk start to form on Chuuya’s pink lips, causing Dazai to frown in confusion.
And before he could question Chuuya about this, he was shut up when he watched Chuuya open his mouth and slowly lick up Dazai’s slender finger. Dazai was quiet, settling on just watching Chuuya curl his tongue around his finger, lapping at it as if it were some sort of treat.
When Dazai felt composed enough to finally speak, Chuuya chose then to actually take Dazai’s finger into his mouth and Dazai gasped.
Blue eyes flicked up to look at brown, a knowing look flowing through Chuuya’s. The redhead sucked lightly at his finger, taking his time with twirling his wet tongue around it. And when Dazai slowly pushed his middle finger in alongside his index, Chuuya took it without hesitation, actually moaning when Dazai pushed his fingers farther into his mouth.
Oh.
Oh.
Dazai’s breath caught in his throat and it was a minute later that he was pulling his hand away from Chuuya’s face, pinning the redhead’s hands above his head as they lay on the floor. Chuuya looked all too smug at what he was able to accomplish.
“You’re such an attention whore.”
“For you, yes.”
Chuuya found himself staring up at the ceiling of his room, making shapes out of the darkness. He was incredibly bored and was unable to sleep. His mind wouldn’t stop racing with certain ideas. Mostly ideas on how to get Dazai back for all the times he had made Chuuya flustered or hot and bothered.
He finally thought of something that will hopefully get to Dazai.
He threw the blanket off of himself, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up with a start. He’d never been this enthusiastic when getting out of bed before.
He headed over to his closet, grabbing a very specific hoodie he’d been given yesterday. It was one of Dazai’s. Yesterday Dazai had let Chuuya wear it because he was cold and Chuuya never gave it back and Dazai didn’t ever mention wanting it back. He could use this to his advantage.
He slipped the hoodie on and went back to his bed, sitting on it and reaching for his phone. He clicked on Dazai’s contact—which was at the top of his messages—and sent him a quick message. He didn’t even know if the other was awake. He checked the time and winced. It was almost two in the morning, there was no way Dazai would be awake still.
[my bitch]: i’m awake
Chuuya jumped when the notification came through, lighting up his phone screen and showing his background. It was a photo of Dazai taking a selfie, holding up a peace sign while Chuuya was asleep in the background. The brunet had forced him to change his background to it.
[my bitch]: what did you need this late?
[you]: dazai
[my bitch]: wjat
[my bitch]: what
[you]: i need you
Chuuya eagerly watched his phone screen, waiting for the next message to appear, but it never did. After five minutes, the small text bubbles popped up, making Chuuya’s heart skip a beat. He huffed when the little bubbles disappeared and then reappeared again.
He turned his phone off, turning it over so he wouldn’t see when—or if—Dazai texted him back. He was really hoping that his plan would work. If the brunet never texted him back then it definitely wouldn’t. After five minutes, he checked his phone, being alarmed at the many messages he had received from Dazai, including a missed call.
[my bitch]: you can’t say things like that chu
[my bitch]: fuck chuuya
[my bitch]: you’re not joking right
[my bitch]: you better not be
[my bitch]: chuuya answer me
[my bitch]: answer me.
[my bitch]: please baby
X 1 missed call from “my bitch”
The redhead was at a loss for words, rereading the other’s messages over and over just to feel that satisfying thrill of butterflies in his lower stomach. Dazai only ever used pet names when they were face to face, never over text. He also hadn’t ever called him “baby” before.
[you]: hi
[my bitch]: if you wrrent being serious i’m going to be very embarrassed
[my bitch]: were you being serious
[you]: yes
[you]: i need you so bad
[you]: i want you dazai please
[my bitch]: god chu don’t do this to me
[you]: [attachment 1 image]
Chuuya nervously chewed at his lip, looking at the image he had sent, worrying if it was too much and if he should delete it. It wasn’t even that scandalous. Just a picture of him in Dazai’s hoodie, his thighs were visible along with the bruises Dazai had made on them earlier. His face was barely visible, his mouth and blushing cheeks being shown.
[my bitch]: fuck chu
[my bitch]: you’re so pretty
[my bitch]: is that my hoodie
[my bitch]: you look so good
[my bitch]: i wish i was there rn
[you]: i want you here too
[you]: i want you to touch me
[you]: dazai i’m so desperate for you
[my bitch]: god chuuya
[my bitch]: i want you too
The redhead felt his breath hitch in his throat at reading that, needing a solid second to regain his senses again.
Is that how Dazai felt when Chuuya said it?
Chuuya hadn’t planned on going very far with this plan but seeing how well it was working, and seeing how aroused it was actually making him, he was sparking some new ideas.
He hesitated before reaching underneath his bed, bringing out a small box that he was very familiar with. He grabbed what he was looking for, shoving the box underneath his bed again afterward.
He had the perfect idea for making Dazai even more untamed.
Dazai was lying in his bed, eyes wide as he waited for another text message from Chuuya to come through. Butterflies were floating around in his lower stomach the more he allowed his imagination to run wild.
He refreshed the messages over and over, trying to see if Chuuya had sent one and he just wasn’t getting it because of poor connection. Yet nothing ever popped up, only showing that the other had read his message three minutes ago.
He sighed and scrolled back up to look at the photo Chuuya had sent him. He’d been staring at it nonstop, looking at every single little detail. The cute freckles were covered by the red blush on the other’s face, Dazai’s hoodie reached down to Chuuya’s thighs but he had hiked it up just so he could show off the marks Dazai had made on him. The bruises were a purplish pink, standing out against Chuuya’s light skin and making him look so good.
It had been five minutes since Chuuya had last texted him and Dazai was getting impatient. He was tempted to ask for another picture but was a little worried that would be taking it too far. After a few more moments of hesitation, Dazai decided to text him again.
[you]: chuuya
[you]: can i have another photo
[you]: please
He wasn’t expecting a response right after he texted him, but it’d been thirty seconds, and the text bubbles had popped up.
[little devil]: awe you want another? Already?
[little devil]: getting a little greedy dazai
[you]: please chu
[you]: pleaseeee
[little devil]: fine fine
[little devil]: i’ll send you something better than a pic
Dazai frowned, not understanding what Chuuya meant when he said that. He didn’t know what would be better than a picture of the redhead in his hoodie. He’d already set the other photo as his lock screen. He didn’t really care if people saw it—he did it because he knew it would make Chuuya flustered.
[little devil]: [audio message]
The brunet quirked an eyebrow at the new message. He clicked the play button before holding his phone up to his ear, turning the volume up a little just so he would be able to hear. And, oh. Chuuya was going to be the death of him.
At first, all Dazai could hear was slick noises, hearing them echoing in the other room as well. Then he heard quiet gasping breaths next to the speaker of the phone, the breaths were shaky and shallow. The best part though was the moaning that came afterward. Dazai drank in the small whimpers and loud moans, feeling icy hotness running through his body upon hearing them. It was obvious that the pleasured noises were from Chuuya most likely fingering himself—is what Dazai assumed. And the thought had him whining quietly to himself, feeling need flow through him.
The brunet groaned when he heard his own name through the speaker, Chuuya starting to moan his name along with small pleads for more. The louder the wet sounds got, the louder Chuuya got. Dazai leaned his head back against the pillow, closing his eyes and letting himself imagine the picture Chuuya made right now.
He could imagine Chuuya pushing his fingers inside his tight little hole, his pretty face scrunching with pleasure as he got closer to release. He would hit his prostate with practiced ease, grinding against his hand and seeing stars as the pleasure heightened. Dazai could feel his lower stomach starting to slowly warm with arousal, his dick twitching in his boxers with interest at a particularly loud moan that changed to a whine halfway through.
All too soon, the audio message cut out, signifying it was over. Dazai groaned, frustrated and aroused. The redhead had been right although Dazai had liked the audio. He really liked it.
[you]: you sound so good so perfect
[you]: do you feel good chuuya?
[little devil]: mhm but i wish it was your fingers inside of me
[little devil]: you have really nice hands
Dazai chuckled at that but when the next two messages came through, his breath caught.
[little devil]: your fingers are so long and they could reach so deep inside me
[little devil]: they could make me feel so good
This little redhead really was going to kill him.
===
The bell rang through Chuuya’s dreams, waking him immediately. He could feel his heart racing from being awoken so abruptly. He looked around the class, seeing people were already leaving the room and he was the only one still sitting down. He quickly packed up his things and ran out the classroom door, but a hand on his wrist stopped him, dragging him in a different direction.
He was pushed into a nearby supply closet, and the door shut behind him. He opened his mouth to curse out whoever was manhandling him but when he was pinned to the wall, a pair of dark brown eyes were staring at him, lust-filled and aggressive. The manhandling suddenly made sense, realization clicking in the blue eyes.
Chuuya smirked at the aroused brunet, chuckling at how needy Dazai seemed. He knew what he did last night wasn’t the kindest move, but it was funny and he had wanted to tease Dazai. It was only fair that he was able to tease the other back.
“Something wrong, Dazai?”
“You know what you did.”
“Do I?” Chuuya blinked, batting his lashes at him dramatically.
The grip on the redhead’s wrists tightened, making Chuuya wince slightly, his smirk faltering for a second.
“You have no idea how irresistible you are, Chuuya,” Dazai whispered in his ear, licking down Chuuya’s jawline before nibbling at his neck.
“I think I have some idea,” he replied smugly, pushing his hips against Dazai’s to rub against the clothed bulge he had noticed right after he was pinned.
Dazai whined in Chuuya’s ear, making the redhead gasp in surprise. The sound Dazai had made kept ringing through his head, making shocks of pleasure run throughout his entire body just from how needy Dazai seemed.
Had Chuuya’s teasing really made him like this?
After Chuuya had sent those last four messages, he’d turned in for the night, being tired after his orgasm. In the morning he was met with a hundred messages from the brunet along with forty-seven missed calls.
“I can’t stop thinking about how good you sounded. You've been on my mind all day. It’s been really annoying. And I think I have an idea how to satiate my need,” Dazai lifted his head, looking at him with mischief.
“And what would that be?”
Dazai didn’t answer, only releasing Chuuya’s wrists and pushing on his shoulders to force him to kneel down on the hard floor. He fell hard in front of the brunet, his knees feeling like they were already bruised and Chuuya could only hope no one passing by heard.
The tip of a long finger was tilting his head up, forcing him to make eye contact with Dazai.
“Go on then, Chuuya. Be a good little slut for me,” Dazai motioned downwards and Chuuya’s eyes follow the movement, stopping when he realized he was exactly eye level with Dazai’s erection.
Blue eyes flicked up to meet brown before Chuuya was leaning forward, hands coming up to unbuckle and unzip the brunet’s pants, pulling his boxers down slightly just so his leaking cock sprung out. Chuuya’s eyes widened slightly at just how long his length was and Chuuya couldn’t help but think about how full he would feel with Dazai inside him.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when a hand was coaxing his head forward, his mouth coming dangerously close to his erection. The tip rested on his bottom lip and Dazai cooed at him from above, asking him to open his mouth. Chuuya obeyed, letting his jaw drop and allowing Dazai to push his head closer to his pelvis.
It was alarming when his airways were suddenly cut off, leaving him to breathe through his nose only while he took more of Dazai’s length into his mouth. He was trying to relax his jaw to make for an easier slide but when the tip hit the back of his throat he gagged slightly, which made Dazai stop for a second. The redhead swallowed once around Dazai’s cock, sliding it deeper into his throat. Dazai could feel Chuuya’s throat fluttering at the intrusion and he groaned, deep and long.
When his erection was completely stuffed in the small redhead’s mouth, Dazai let out a pleasured sigh just at the sight of him. They hadn’t even started yet and Chuuya had spit gathering at the corners of his mouth, his cheeks set with a permanent flush.
Chuuya started to suck lightly around Dazai’s length, feeling pre cum drip down his throat when he did. Dazai whimpered and he the redhead repeated the action, smirking internally when that earned him a louder whimper. He very slowly started to bob his head up and down, paying extra attention to the weeping tip that seemed to be more sensitive.
The brunet choked out a moan, trying to keep himself muffled since they were, in fact, only in a supply closet, but Chuuya was making it incredibly hard for him too. Lewd noises echoed throughout the small space, making Dazai flush pink. Chuuya hadn’t looked away from Dazai’s face once since he started, set on seeing every little reaction he made.
Chuuya’s mouth was wet and hot, encompassing his cock in pleasure. He was trying not to thrust his hips forward but it was getting more difficult to do, especially when Chuuya looked like that’s exactly what he wanted Dazai to do.
“Mm, you’re really good at this..” Dazai mumbled, watching in real-time when satisfaction burned through Chuuya’s gaze.
Chuuya moaned around his cock, making vibrations along his very sensitive tip. That’s when he couldn’t hold back anymore, bucking his hips forward and thrusting forward into Chuuya’s mouth. He heard a small choking noise and opened an eye, looking at the redhead. He had small tears in the corners of his eyes and Dazai could see more saliva dripping down his chin. But overall he seemed fine. Dazai thrust forward again experimentally, feeling lust pool down his spine when Chuuya actually leaned forward to meet him.
The brunet tightened his grip on the curly red hair, holding his head in place while he fucked deep into his throat. And Chuuya didn’t even complain, just sitting there letting Dazai use his mouth like this for his own personal desires.
When Dazai’s thrusts started to get more sloppy and uncontrolled, Chuuya knew he was close. It was only three thrusts later that Dazai was releasing white hot liquid in Chuuya’s mouth, soon pulling Chuuya off his cock and dragging him up till he was up on unsteady legs. Dazai smashed their lips together in a messy uncoordinated kiss.
Dazai forced his tongue into Chuuya’s mouth, tasting his own cum and licking it off Chuuya’s tongue. The redhead moaned into his mouth, his hands coming to claw at Dazai’s shoulders, trying to keep himself up straight. Dazai parted from the kiss, staring at the cloudy string of saliva that connected their tongues before kissing it away.
Chuuya breathed heavily, leaning against Dazai’s shoulder. The brunet chuckled when the redhead hid his face in the crook of Dazai’s neck. He could feel the heat radiating off of the other’s face.
“You know, you’re incredibly good at giving head,” Dazai said, forcing Chuuya to look up at him.
The smaller male smirked at him, wiping away the saliva that still remained from earlier, “So I’ve heard.”
Chuuya’s throat was a little sore from getting used as he did, but it was worth it in his mind to hear the needy sounds Dazai had made.
“I didn’t know you made such submissive sounds when being pleasured, Dazai,” Chuuya teased, fixing his clothing and watching as Dazai fixed his own. Dazai laughed, fixing his shirt before looking up at Chuuya.
“They were not submissive,” he defended, rolling his eyes.
“They so were,” Chuuya mumbled, grabbing onto Dazai’s tie to pull him into a kiss. Dazai cupped his cheek, pulling away from the kiss sooner than Chuuya would’ve liked.
“Don’t you have class?”
“Oh shit.”
===
At lunch, Dazai had dragged him outside to pin him to a wall. This was seeming to become a habit of his.
“What is it now, Mr. Dazai,” Chuuya asked, exasperated.
“Who was the guy you were talking to in class?”
Chuuya’s face twisted with confusion, obviously not getting what Dazai meant. How was any of that related to Dazai pinning him to yet another wall?
“I don’t know his name, he was asking me out, I said no for your information,” Chuuya huffed, pouting up at the brunet.
Dazai’s usually light brown eyes were dark and brewing with something but Chuuya could not tell what it was. The news of Chuuya rejecting the guy didn’t seem to soothe Dazai, only making his grip tighten on his wrists.
“You’re mine, Chuuya. Aren’t you? My cute little toy?”
“Okay, I don’t know about toy, but sure.”
Dazai leaned forward to mouth along Chuuya’s jawline, biting at his earlobe when he reached it, listening to Chuuya’s sweet whimper with eager ears.
“You have no idea what seeing you with that guy was doing to me,” Dazai whispered, and suddenly everything clicked into place.
“Are you jealous?” Chuuya smirked, giggling slightly when Dazai ducked his head more.
“It’s fine to be jealous, but you should know that I do belong to you.”
Hearing that made Dazai whine quietly, raising his head up to look into Chuuya’s amused eyes.
“I need people to know that, though.”
“Well, I don’t know what you could do-”
Chuuya was cut off when Dazai was sucking at his neck, right above where his choker was. He bit down hard, making the redhead moan quietly. He couldn’t even muffle himself with his hands being pinned. He squirmed against the wall as Dazai continued to mark along Chuuya’s choker and down his neck. It was a good attempt at letting other people see Chuuya was taken, but Chuuya could just cover them with his choker, so it didn’t really matter.
The brunet pulled away to admire his work, smirking slightly and seeming very proud of himself. Chuuya was about to comment on it when he felt something slip off around his neck.
It was his choker. Dazai had taken it off.
“You dick! Give that back!” Chuuya yelled, trying to grab it from Dazai’s grasp. The brunet chuckled and jumped away from the smaller male.
“Something wrong, Chuuya? I just want to make sure you won’t cover the marks.”
Chuuya made a frustrated noise as Dazai walked off to his next class, leaving Chuuya to deal with this mess. He took out his phone and checked with his camera where they were. There couldn’t be that many, right?
“Dazai!”
Chuuya’s last class of the day today was Professor Mori’s. It was the day of the exam and Chuuya could not be more scared for it. He needed to pass this exam. He just had to.
Dazai didn’t even look a bit stressed, going through the pages of the exam with ease. He was the first one to finish and after he turned it in and sat back down, he gave Chuuya a look, to which Chuuya gave him a glare.
Chuuya finished his exam fairly early which made him a little nervous since usually he would spend more time on it to make sure he had put an answer down for every question.
The grades were posted after class and everyone rushed to go see them. Dazai had gotten the highest—so surprising—and Chuuya had just barely passed. But he still passed which meant there would be no retakes for him.
Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s hand and dragged him over to a supply closet, opening the door and turning on the light before shutting the door, turning to look at an apprehensive Dazai.
“What are you doing, Chuuya?” The brunet asked, resting his hands on Chuuya’s waist when the redhead walked closer.
“Well, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have passed that exam. So I thought that maybe you deserve at least some kind of reward, don’t you?”
Dazai’s eyes widened slightly before he smirked down at Chuuya as well, suddenly leaning closer to the other’s face.
“I think I do deserve it.”