Oda had to finally leave, reluctantly promising the brunette he'll come back tomorrow first thing in the morning.
Dazai was currently curled up on the bed once again but this time, facing the door, he was utterly sad that oda had to leave and he was scared of what the ginger might do to him now.
The brunette stared as the red head walked around the room, typing everything up even though it didn't need typing up. Chuuya must be the organised, clean freak type.
Noticing the intense staring, the ginger chuckled, approaching the bed instead and the brunette sucked in a cold breath. Maybe he shouldn't have stared?
Pushing his fingers through the brunette's slightly damp hair. The ginger had given the younger a thorough wash a few minutes ago and his hair was still slightly wet. The ginger was kind enough to let the brunette wear his bandages on the arms and legs but this neck was forbid of the white strips.
Well, at least he was wearing...clothes now. His room was somehow colder than usual. The other's dominating presence made the room bigger and vast in a bad way.
The ginger pulled the other up into a seating position, the brunettes legs dangling off the bed due to him trying his best to inch away from the other.
The ginger smiled, no obvious emotions or thoughts present on his face.
He painstakingly pulled the brunette closer, giving a cold glare as a warning for the brunette to stop resisting his efforts.
With no other choice, the brunette could only let the ginger pull him close to the edge of the bed. Chuuya hummed in content, resting his chin on the other's shoulder, taking in a small whiff of lavender soap he used just now.
He thought the scent suited the younger and that's why he sued it in the first place.
The ginger eyed a hickey, purple and still healing creeping out of the brunette's collar. His eyes narrowed. Seems like that would be there for a few days.
Lifting his head from the other's shoulder, the ginger nipped at the brunette's neck before he let his teeth impale into the pale, ivory skin.
The ginger let his teeth drag across that patch of skin, sucking in attempts to create another mark on the brunette’s skin.
His hand found the other’s hands which were tightly gripping his pants. He pulled them away from his pants before grabbing his wrists in his when the brunette tried to pull away.
The ginger pushed them both onto the bed, still grabbing onto those slim wrists as he continued to bite that particular area, hoping that the mark would stay there for at least a week.
The brunette winced when the ginger bit down hard out of the blue, feeling his own body freeze as the girl on his wrist tightened, the ginger spreading them apart to get easier access to the younger’s neck.
Finally satisfied, the ginger pulled away, watching the mark which was red, it looked bruised already. Chuuya hummed as he connected lips with the other, Dazai not daring to kiss back. He was scared, utterly afraid. He didn’t want this. But it didn’t seem to be his decision to make.
The ginger seemed slightly disappointed at the brunette’s reaction to the kiss but decided not to say anything about it. He just separated them both and observed the brunette’s face, only seeing the fear in the other’s eyes, lips slightly parted.
The other quickly looked down, avoiding the other’s gaze when Dazai realised the redhead was looking at him.
“You have to stop being so shy.” The ginger chuckled, brushing his thumb over the other’s knuckle.
Chuuya just relished the silence between them, having physical yet not intimate touch with the other.
“Don’t try to run, Osamu. I know what’s going on in your head.” The ginger muttered, barely audible to the other as the brunette shivered before speaking up, feeling slight confidence now.
“You have no right to use my first name.” The brunette said softly, not really demanding nor scary but the ginger’s eyes widened before laughing.
“Fine by me. Why don’t you tell me when I can call you by your birth name.”
Surprised the redhead didn’t lash out at him, the brunette kept quiet, deciding on not testing his luck. Receiving no answer in return, the ginger sighed. He would like it if the brunette would talk to him freely which was mostly the reason why he didn’t scold the other just now.
He just wants the brunette to like him back but it seems the brunette was still hesitant to it so the ginger would just have to try harder.
Knocking on the door made the brunette jerk quickly yanking his hands away from the ginger but to no avail as Chuuya pulled him back. The ginger clicked his tongue in annoyance as he muttered, “I swear to god if it’s that red head again…”
“Stay.” The ginger said, voice hinting pain if disobeyed as the brunette hastily nodded, retrieving his hands back.
Chuuya grumbled a few curse words, opening the main door to see someone he wasn’t quite expecting.
“Ane-san, I thought you were out of town for the week?”
The other just nodded, the ginger welcoming her in.
“My company let me off early so I decided to check on you. Where is he?”
The ginger rolled his eyes, “Where is who?”
“That boy you said you liked.” The other pestered him eagerly as the ginger sighed, closing the door shut before pointing at the bedroom.
“I still can’t believe you finally found someone, Chuu.” The woman said as she let the ginger guide her to the bedroom.
The brunette, upon seeing a new face, couldn’t help but inch further back into the back. The ginger sighed before apologising, “Sorry, ane-san, he’s still…shy. I’m working on it.”
The pink haired lady, hair tied into an elegant bun, nodded as she approached the other.
“It takes time Chuuya, you can’t expect someone you took without his consent will be comfortable with you.”
The ginger hummed, as a sign of agreement.
“I can’t say I fully approve of your way of finding true love, I still support you as a sister.”
She reached out a hand, resting it on the brunette who flinched but didn’t dare move. To Dazai, there were now two Chuuyas and upsetting them both would be a death wish.
“So this is the lad you were talking about. He seems nice.” The pink haired lady commented, brushing a few brunette locks from the other’s face, staring at the other’s eyes before retracting her hand.
“What was his name again?”
“Dazai.” The ginger replied, approaching the brunette, leaning against the night table.
“Well, Dazai-Kun, I’m Chuuya’s older sister. You can call me Kouyou if you’re comfortable. Don’t be too upset with Chuuya. He just likes you and doesn’t know how to express his feelings.”
“Hey!” The ginger exclaimed but shut up when he saw the older’s gaze on him.
Kouyou continued, “I hope you’ll accept him.”
Dazai and no reaction nor response and Kouyou sighed, “Let’s just assume he heard me. I’ll come over at the end of the week to check on both of you. Don’t be too hard on him Chuuya.”
The ginger nodded, watching as his older sister left before turning over to see the brunette, hugging his own legs as if to make himself smaller.
The ginger left to get a cup of tea or maybe water for the other. Whatever he finds, he’ll use.
Dazai only watched as the other left the room. Like hell he’ll accept the person who not only broke into his house but forced himself on him. He’ll just have to find a way to leave the ginger or make the other leave him. The first one sounded right. If the ginger liked him that much he would’ve appreciated the other confronting him instead of forcing him to accept it.
He would’ve most definitely accepted the proposal but he changed his mind, he hates Chuuya, utterly hates him. He won’t accept any love from the other and will not be getting tricked by any of the ginger’s persuasion.
Fuck Chuuya and his sister. He won’t like them and never will. Seems that Chuuya’s sister was just as bad. The brunette thinks that they need to get their brain checked. What is with their mentality?
Dazai exhaled out, collapsing onto the bed. He had to calm down. He needs to rest his overthinking mind to plan a way to get the both arrested or at least escape their grasps.
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After tomorrow, my exams are over! I'll be able to update my stories more frequently. Look forward for the next chapter!