#not him bumping into the furniture but not getting why LMFAOOOO

[chuyua]

“ unlike you and your shitty job, i get to actually rest. ” and then he stared at his ex - partner as if he'd uttered something indiscriminately moronic, expression dead — slack jaw, eyes glowering at him as if he had the urge to lobotomize him with his favorite dagger. chuuya was never a particularly violent person by nature, not by a sadistic means, but dazai had a spectacular knack for pushing his buttons, and then ripping them off bit by bit until his sanity was practically nonexistent. “ open up to you ? ” tone filled with incredulity, disbelief staining his features as he scoffed, placing the opener down and instead leaning over the counter, shoulders heightened and arms locked under his weight. “ this isn't a bondin' session, asshole. i'm not tryin'a confess my thoughts and write them down in glitter ink or whatever the fuck you're proposing, dazai. ” open up ? ridiculous. he figured he'd just laugh at him, poke fun at the situation. and if chuuya were any better with detaching his feelings, he'd agree that'd it was foolish of himself.

attention flickered to the unopened bottle already waiting for him on the island, and he snatched it lazily, effortlessly forcing the cork out without the opener. he'd forgone the glass, and sure as hell wasn't planning on sharing. taking a sip, he walked back towards the living room, bumping into the table and mini sofa on the way, countenance in an ever - resting state of bitterness and half - worn snarls. “ y'lucky i don't have the fuckin' energy to kick you out. ” free hand sprung out to aggressively slap his legs off the end of the couch and promptly sat in the empty space, sinking in. the wine bottle rested over his lap, digits wrapped around the neck of it rather securely. he'd finish a bottle already and still hardly felt the effects. eyes shut, a drawn - out exhale leaving his lungs as if he'd been needing to do that all day. “ the woman i was seein' ... not seein' her anymore. ” was all he said in regard to the situation, eyes peeking open to steal a glance his way. “ happy ? ”

it should have been widely noted, that if there was somewhere dazai wanted to be, he would always find a way inside. he'd always taken quite a shine to chuuya's apartment, thought that it really brought out his inner . . . tortured artist, but some improvements could always be made — such as moving all of his furniture four inches to the left, which made even dazai feel unbalanced, and rearranging his ornaments from one room to another as he anticipated chuuya's imminent arrival, ending up sprawled on his sofa. his ex - partner's initial lack of a reaction was completely dissatisfying, and made the entire affair feel like a waste of time. though dazai was persistent as ever, and resorted to asking the same wretched question over the music he assumed had been put on in an attempt to drown him out. again, and again, and again, and again, and again. until finally, he got the reaction he'd craved, the anger he'd nurtured a live wire for him to walk across.

in wake of the force that chuuya had sprung from the sofa with, the pillow he'd been leaning on fell atop dazai's face, he pushed it off and in the process rose up to sit back on his elbows, sinking into the sofa but nonetheless peeking over the top of it to watch the little firecracker in the kitchen, wickedly satisfied smile upturning the corners of his lips where he couldn't see, but evident in his tone, drawn out and spirited. “ woah, watch where you point that thing, you could take out an eye. ” he was too far for it to be of any real concern. “ don't you? ” dazai challenged to his later question, shifting further to slump half of his upper - body cross the back of the sofa, arms dangling. “ i guess i have always been the better leader, my underlings don't need their hands held. ” not strictly true, if his fifteen messages from atsushi were anything to go by. the job he'd passed over wasn't at all difficult, but dazai's directions maybe left something to be desired — eh, he'd figure it out. “ then, are you going to open up to me, chuuya? want me to guess? i'm good at guessing. ”