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"Hmm, what an unchallenging room," Dazai said.

He looked down at Nakahara Chuuya who was locked up with him and said nonchalantly, "The wrong room was chosen for the person to be locked up in."

If it was someone else, it might take some effort, but with Chuuya...

He and Chuuya disliked each other from the first time they met.

Dazai yawned.

"Although this is a good place to slack off, I'd like to decline being locked up with Chuuya." He reached out and grasped the door handle. "Well, we'll be leaving, Chuuya."

He greeted his former partner and tried to turn the handle - it didn't budge.

"Huh?" Dazai turned the door handle again with more force in disbelief, but the door handle remained motionless.

This is not because of the strength, but...

Chuuya, who had been silent the whole time, grabbed Dazai's arm, and with a "bang", Dazai was pushed onto the bed.

"It hurts! It hurts... Chuuya?" Dazai was speechless for a moment as he looked at the person leaning over him.

Dazai is a confident person, but when he found that he couldn't open the door, he would rather doubt his own strength than doubt Chuuya's dislike for him.

It was like they were born to be incompatible with each other. He hated Chuuya and Chuuya hated him too.

Dazai believed it without a doubt.

But at this moment, the man with red eyes and trembling body riding on him broke this perception.

"Asshole, Dazai Osamu... you bastard... you suicidal bastard... you dishonest guy... bastard..." Chuuya cursed him with gritted teeth, with an expression that looked like he was about to cry. His cobalt blue eyes stared at Dazai, as if he was afraid that Dazai would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Ah, I see.

This Chuuya's feelings towards himself are not hatred.

But it is more intense, more desperate, and more crazy...

"I hate you." Chuuya said.

He leaned over and kissed Dazai on the lips.

Warm, alive, Dazai Osamu's lips.

"I...hate you...I hate you...I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!"

His voice was very soft at first, as if he was afraid of disturbing a dream. But later, his speech became faster and faster, and his voice became louder and louder, until he was almost shouting.

He kissed Dazai like an animal, more like biting than kissing. A little blood flowed out, slid down the corner of Dazai's mouth, and merged into the bright red scarf.

Nakahara Chuuya, wearing a red scarf, raised his head and looked at Dazai Osamu, who was wearing a sand-colored jacket he had never seen before. There was a flame burning in his blue eyes.

"I......"

He seemed to want to say something else, but his lips trembled a few times and he swallowed it back.

The redness in the corners of his eyes deepened, and veins popped out on his hands.

"I..." Chuuya finally couldn't say it. He closed his eyes, as if he had lost all his strength, and his whole body suddenly relaxed from being tense, burying his head in Dazai's shoulder.

"I hate you." Nakahara Chuuya said softly.