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As the night wore on, Dazai and Chuuya found themselves in a room, empty bottles of alcohol strewn around them. They were both feeling the effects of the alcohol, their cheeks flushed and their inhibitions lowered.
Dazai hiccupped and leaned back in his chair, gazing at Chuuya with bleary eyes. "You know, Chuuya, I've always wondered..."
He raised an eyebrow, his own speech slightly slurred. "Wondered what, Dazai?"
The boy leaned in closer, his words coming out in a near whisper. "I've wondered... What's your real hair color? I bet it's not that fiery red." Chuuya burst into laughter, causing Dazai to grin widely. "You're drunk, Dazai. My hair is as red as it gets…" Chuuya's eyes narrowed. "It's actually Orange." He said his eyes half lid
Dazai waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, I don't believe you. We should dye it some other color and see." Chuuya shook his head, still chuckling. "You're ridiculous, Dazai. "
Their laughter died down, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The room felt warmer, cozier, and the silence was comfortable. Dazai, still chuckling from their banter, suddenly noticed Chuuya's intense stare. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's got you so serious now, Chuuya?"
He hesitated, clearly struggling with the words as he took another sip of his drink. "Dazai... have you ever... you know, thought about men in a romantic way?"
Dazai, still chuckling at Chuuya's drunken questioning, glanced at him with an amused glint in his eye. "Oh, Chuuya, are you implying something here?" Surprisingly earnest despite his intoxicated state, leaned in closer and asked, "I'm serious, Dazai. Have you ever thought about guys...?"
Dazai, unable to contain his laughter, continued, "Alright, alright, Chuuya, I'll admit it. Sometimes I do think about guys romantically." The smaller boy's curiosity piqued, and he pressed further, "When? When do you feel that way?"
Dazai's cheeks reddened slightly, a rare occurrence for the usually composed young man. He leaned in closer to Chuuya and whispered, "Well, I might feel that way when I'm looking at someone in particular." Chuuya, who was still quite inebriated, didn't pick up on the implications immediately. He urged Dazai to continue, saying, "Who? Who are you talking about?" He hesitated for a moment, the alcohol blurring his usual smooth delivery. Finally, he admitted, "Chuuya, sometimes, it's when I'm looking at you."
Chuuya's eyes widened, and he blinked in surprise. He wasn't expecting that response. In his drunken state, he stammered, " you... you mean..." His laugh interrupted, "Oh, don't make it weird, Chuuya! We're just two guys having a deep, philosophical conversation about life and feelings while completely hammered."
Chuuya, still convinced that Dazai was joking, chuckled nervously and said, "Come on, Dazai, you're just messing with me, right?" He gulp, now unusually serious, shook his head and replied, "No, Chuuya, I'm not joking."
The red-head heart skipped a beat as he realized the truth in Dazai's words. He felt his cheeks heat up, and in a flustered tone, he blurted out, "Shut up, Dazai!"
Dazai simply nodded and said, "Okay."
Chuuya, unable to process his own emotions and the unexpected revelation, downed the rest of his drink in an attempt to distract himself from the situation. Dazai, realizing that his attempt to dismiss the situation had backfired, nervously tried to say, "Chuuya, come on, it was just a joke, no need to—"
But Chuuya cut him off, his words slurred as he rambled, "Dazai, you don't get it. I thought I was supposed to like girls, but there's this someone... something about them made me realize it's not that simple." He watched Chuuya as he rambled, his own flustered feelings now evident. He couldn't help but listen intently to Chuuya's drunken confession.
Chuuya, his speech becoming even more slurred, finally confessed, "Dazai, you're the reason I'm so damn confused about all of this liking stuff."
Dazai's eyes widened in surprise, and he tried to say something but…
Chuuya cut him off again, his words tumbling out in a drunken jumble, "You and your stupid charm and your annoying smirk... It's like you're a damn magnet for trouble, and I can't help but be drawn to you.
Dazai was left speechless for the first time, his heart racing as he tried to process Chuuya's words. "Chuuya." Dazai began trying to stop this from continuing "Chuuya you are drunk… I don't think—" But again… for the third time, the red-head cut him off.
"Just listen! You never listen, I hate that about you, you always make me feel weird," he said, taking another sip. "I can't believe... I'm telling you this, Dazai... You're such a pain... but I... like you, you idiot. You drive me insane... with your stupid things and that damn smile... I hate how you make me feel... like I can't control myself... You're just... so obnoxious... but I can't help but... want to be near you... even when you're insufferable... Ugh, why do you... have to be like this?"
His intoxicated state suddenly grew more introspective. He muttered to himself, "I was supposed to like girls, you know…? That's what everyone expected, what I expected... But then there's you, Dazai..."
His brown eyes widened as the red-head started, listening closely to Chuuya's drunken revelations, waiting for him to continue. He continued, his words muddled, "You messed everything up, Dazai... I was fine before I met you... But now... I can't stop thinking about you, and it's... infuriating! And i don't even think I like other men it's just, you"
Dazai couldn't help but burst into laughter at Chuuya's mix of frustration, embarrassment, and drunken honesty. He chuckled and said, "Chuuya, you're a real mess when you're drunk, you know that?"
His face flushed with embarrassment, mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Dazai. This is all your fault." But then, unexpectedly, Dazai's laughter subsided, and he looked at Chuuya with a more serious expression. "You know, Chuuya, you're not the only one who's confused." Chuuya raised an eyebrow, still flustered but intrigued. "What are you talking about, Dazai?"
Dazai smirked, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Chuuya even in this moment. "Well, Chuuya, maybe I like you too, despite how much of a pain you can be."
The other boy's cheeks reddened even more, but he couldn't hide the small smile that tugged at his lips. "You're insufferable, Dazai."
The two kept quiet for a few seconds just looking at each other, chuuya taking another sip of his drink, his eyes still lingering from Dazai's eyes to his lips.
Chuuya, fueled by the alcohol and his newfound courage, took another sip of his drink and then leaned in closer. He slurred out. "Dazai, can I kiss you now?" Dazai, who had been in the middle of taking a sip of his whiskey, nearly choked on his drink at the unexpected request. He coughed and sputtered for a moment before composing himself, his eyes wide as he looked at Chuuya. "Are you serious?" Chuuya nodded, his gaze fixed on his lips. "Yeah, why not? We've already said way too much tonight." His mind raced as he considered the implications of Chuuya's request. It was a moment of truth, and despite the surprise, he found himself unable to decline. With a smirk, he set his glass aside and leaned in closer to the red-head. Dazai couldn't help but laugh softly at the tension building between them, his breath warm against Chuuya's lips. He teased, "You're something else, Chuuya." He felt his heart race, whispering with a mix of annoyance and desire, "Shut up."
The moment hung in the air, their faces inches apart, eyes locked, and the anticipation palpable. Finally, their lips brushed together in a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was a fleeting connection, almost shy in its tenderness, but it left them both feeling breathless and overwhelmed.
Dazai pulled away slightly, his voice soft, "Chuuya..." The Red-head is still recovering from the kiss, muttering, "Don't ruin it with your words, mackerel."
They sat there, their hearts racing.
Dazai, feeling emboldened by the previous kiss, leaned in once more, this time closing the gap between them from his chair. Their lips met again in a hazy, drunken kiss, and as they parted, he mumbled, "Chuuya, you're a real pain in the ass, you know."
The other inhibitions lowered by alcohol, grinned and replied, "Says the biggest idiot I know."
Dazai and Chuuya sat there, their smiles slowly fading as they tried to calm their racing hearts. They reached for their drinks but couldn't help stealing glances at each other across the table.
His face flushed, finally grew annoyed and grumbled, "Dazai, can you stop staring?"
Dazai, still chuckling, leaned back in his chair and replied, "I can't help it, Chuuya. Your face matches your hair now, all red."
Chuuya shot him a glare, but despite the embarrassment, he couldn't hide the small smile that tugged at his lips.