"How perfect and inhuman are we?" (Pretty much)

Bad hair day

Chapter 3

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In Chuuya's apartament with parasite

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He couldn't belive he didn't kick out Dazai yet.As the sky grew darker outside and the first flashes of lightning began to illuminate the window, Chuuya realized that it was going to be a stormy night. He turned to Dazai, who was still lying on the floor, trying to become marshmallow, as he said hour ago.

As the lights flickered and the thunder rolled, Chuuya stood in the center of the room, gazing down at Dazai who seemed to be having a field day on the carpet. With his arms and legs spread out like a starfish and his mouth open in a lazy grin, he looked like a child at play. But Chuuya knew better - he knew that underneath Dazai's lazy exterior was a brilliant mind and a cruel nature.

And yet, he couldn't help but admire Dazai's ability to let go and just enjoy himself. How that bastard can be same torture specialist and "Demon Priodigy" who shots dead bodies multiple times?

Unfortunatly, shorter teenager doesn't have chance to kick his "parasite" partner now, since god knows where that asshole will go. For sure not to his hause.

(If shipping container can be called a proper hause)

-"So, Dazai, how about we head to the kitchen and see if we can get something to eat before the storm hits?" -Chuuya hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was too forward of him to suggest such a thing. But then he remembered that he was dealing with Dazai, and nothing was ever off limits. With a small grin, he held out his hend to "unsuccessful marshmallow", hoping that Dazai would take it and come along.

Chuuya's hand remained outstretched for a moment before he suddenly withdrew it, sighing quietly to himself. He knew that he shouldn't expect too much from Dazai - after all, brunette had made it clear in the past that he wasn't one for formalities or social norms. But Chuuya couldn't help but feel a bit hurt that Dazai didn't seem to appreciate his gesture.

With a heavy sigh, Chuuya turned around and made his way to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards and fridge for something to eat. He started cooking up a simple meal for the two of them. The smells of freshly cooked food soon filled the kitchen, and Dazai finally stirred from his "marshmallow" state, sitting up on the floor with a small sigh.

-"What are you making?" -Taller teenager asked as he finnaly get up from floorChuuya glanced back at Dazai, a small smile forming on his lips as he continued to cook.

"Nothing special," he said, stirring the rice in the rice cooker.

-"Just some rice and miso soup. It's a simple meal, but it's filling and warm."Dazai made his way over to where Chuuya was standing and leaned against the counter, watching curiously as Chuuya prepared the meal.

-"So Chibi is able to cook? How I can be sure you wan't poison me, dogs are not supposed to cook~" -Brunette teased shorter boy.