Note: Two in a day, may end up as 3-

(All of this is things I'd done months back with little additions - I think I added a good 2k so I had to split this chapter and the next XD)

The air surrounding a group of four had started to turn crisp, the leaves crunching beneath their feet as two, behind a bickering second pair, ducked from badly tossed punches listening to the snapping back of childish insults. The cold nipped at their faces dusting colors of red across them, perhaps there was more than just the cold producing the hues of pink, but neither of them could tell. The ginger scoffed while the brunette laughed and rolled his eyes declaring himself the victor, he'd run out of insults last.

All but the brunette knew where they were headed, Dazai following just because he'd been dragged out to go for a stroll. So he'd been told. However, the music catching his ears was indeed not that of a stroll. "You didn't!" He whined spinning on his heels to walk away before the ginger got his arm and tugged him along.

"You needed to get out and do shit. Parties are common after good performances. I haven't looked at the individual shit yet but we won as a school." Chuuya shrugged without looking back. Though the resistance from the Brunette dragging his feet along the ground didn't go unnoticed. For a slimy bean–pole he's not that easy to drag about.

Dazai glared softly, it's half-hearted huff of him not caring but also caring all at once. "I hate parties though..." He mumbled trying to drag himself to the point Chuuya would give up but that didn't seem to be the plan. Chuuya has the determination of a wolf chasing its first sign of food all winter. He doesn't give up or in without good reason, and Dazai's resistance and whining did not fit that criteria.

Approaching inside he was still dragged inside by the tiny ginger. He's nearly amazed that the shrimp was able to drag him along, he's not exactly light. The barring light with music, horrible taste in music he might add, annoys him. The sight of so many people drives him into a shell. He doesn't like people. "Come on Dance," Chuuya shouts over the blaring music trying to pull Dazai towards the crowd, something the brunette wanted nothing to do with. Dazai remains like a stone in his spot staring at the crowd. His heart rate elevates just slightly. the presence of people looming over him, suffocating. Fuck no, he doesn't dance, he's not good at it, that's the small man's thing. He's tempted to tell him he'd rather just watch him but he knows how that sentence sounds, how he really means an underlying complement... perhaps more than that... he needs to get a grip on himself. Luckily, after a few tries to entice him into dancing, he's left alone.

Chuuya paused, staring into Dazai's eyes, hazel, frozen, staring at the crowd of people. He's unsure if it's simple anxiety or if he's truly afraid of being crowded up against others. The hazy color is all he needs to know he should leave Dazai be, let him find a way to adjust or to find his way.

Sitting at a table Dazai hadn't expected there to be anything with alcohol in it... he debated, really he did, considering his current state and the realizations he's been having lately... but he swore it would be a glass just to occupy his time as he searched the moving crowd for ginger, looking through and between people to catch a glimpse of the fun he might, and was probably having. Why did they need him here, isn't he dead-weight at these sorts of events? Either way, he's here now so might as well just... drink. One drink became two and then three before he was interrupted by a ginger pressing his hands on the table slightly out of breath, the sweatshirt he'd been wearing gone. Fuck... he really hates when Chuuya wears crop tops... and the shorts with it is killing him right now. "Alright, come on, stop being a bum!" He hates the sass in Chuuya's tone, the friendly annoyance that rings through with aggravation but sweet. He hates the sound of the ginger's voice... he really does... he hates everything about him. hates how he makes his brain think weird things and entertain ideas he's never dared approach. He hates how he can't keep his attention from sliding to him, focusing on him.

"M'not a bum!" He's pausing at the sound of his own whine, the slur of his words. The ginger doesn't seem to be affected by the clear intoxication of his voice. He's not bothered... and somehow that washes over Dazai like he'd been wrapped in soft blankets. He feels such a way that he shows no resistance when Chuuya rolls his eyes, pushing him off the seat and hoisting him onto his feet. Hazel and ocean blue lock onto each other before being rushed into a crowd. In that moment, there was a small moment where nobody else existed, where for the first time in forever Dazai felt... safe. Perhaps because the liquor running its course in his blood was dulling his senses and spinning his head, perhaps it was that Chuuya came to find him, came to pull him away from the confines of his mind. Dazai can only stare as the crowd gets closer, without an answer to which.

It's not scary...

He's not shaking, the walls aren't closing in and the sounds are muffling to static. Dazai finds the reason for the dulling sounds appears with how senses focused on Chuuya's movements. From the smile on his face as his hair sways with his head to the drop of the heavy base which the small male's body reflected with a pop of the waist. He sways slightly, like a kitten testing out water for the first time. Does he like it, hate it, is it alright?

Chuuya glances over at Dazai rolling his eyes, his movements slow a bit as he finds himself sliding a bit closer so he could speak over the blaring sounds filling the space. "Oi, try moving your hips more." He pauses smirking at the idea of a taunt. "You weren't a popular person in High School were you?" Dazai turned red, placing a hand on his heart as he fanned himself. He's overheating because of the drinks, and the people. He's not... embarrassed. Dazai does not do embarrassed. He doesn't, he flusters others, never the other way around. He teases and aggravates nobody... it's impossible. He's just out of it at the moment. That's what this is. Quickly it's masked, even like this he has a way of hiding the things he feels a need to hide. Not that there was anything he had to hide, he just... didn't want anybody getting the wrong idea.

"Ouch! Chibi, I was just waiting!" The lie slipped easily off his tongue. He was getting a feel for it, testing out whether or not he liked how he felt or not. He goes on and refuses to respond to the taunt, it was correct anyways. He'd been a creep, even though he never did anything to warrant his title, but sit in the back and laze around... maybe it was the bandages that began popping up. Before he met oda he'd had a phase of covering his eye... glad that's over and done with...

Chuuya rose a brow rolling his eyes before bumping the brunette with his hips. He noticed and blamed it on the drinks Dazai had. He was going to take this and use it to get him back. When does one ever get a chance like this? This is something he'll never be able to do again, to cause the great Dazai Osamu to stumble."Uh-huh, alright adult virgin, have you ever even been to a real party like this?" The mocking tone of Chuuya caught him by the throat, caught mid-breath at the sudden close proximity of the ginger to himself. Dazai was forced to sidestep before glancing away... he's regretting those drinks. Their roles have been severely reversed at the moment. Usually, he's the one poking at Chuuya, ruining his personal space. Yet here stands that ginger getting close to him, taunting and managing to one-up everything he does. He's never drinking around him again, it does weird things.

"I! Chibi is being so mean! I had strict conditions ya know!" Again he cringes at his own tone, the sound of a child whining about an insult, it's so squeaky. Chuuya seems to mock this, stifling a laugh as he sways against the music, naturally drawn to a perfect match-up. Dazai on the other hand suffers stiffly trying to keep from watching the ginger.

"Ha, shoulda guessed from the start considering you act like a freshman in high school. Immature, and childish." Chuuya called out, his eyes sparkling as Dazai's mouth hung open gaping with a lack of words. There, the goal had been accomplished. Witnessing a man of such a silver tongue stuck for a response is amusing.

There was silence as the two kept to themselves for a moment. Two songs in Dazai was trying to drift from the center back towards his table, he's done... it wasn't horrible but he's definitely not Chuuya, not the type to like moving around. It's only as he's leaving that his eyes catch every pair of unfamiliar ones staring at his... friend... of course, they were. He's hot, and even though he's short he's got the moves of a professional. He has no shame, swaying his hips in all directions and banging his head as he jams out. Chuuya's popular, the kind of popular Dazai could never be. He's a pretty boy, unlike himself. Though, Dazai would have been what he considers Chuuya to be had he not ruined his body... he plucks at the edges of the bandages with a small glare. Even if this was more than a friendly feeling he'd never have a chance. He's got people asking him left and right, Chuuya is somebody that deserves a partner, be it boy girl, or in-between, who's just as perfect as he is.

Dazai plops back in his seat resting his head on the table. "Oi, Mackerel! What the fuck, why'd ya run off dip-shit?" Jolting to sit up, Dazai stuck out his tongue, having to pick up his moods and throw away thoughts to appear carefree.

"I got tired of the slug." He retorted with an insult despite how far from the truth it was.

"Fucking ass... come on let's head back... before you pass out, how much did your drink shit-head?"

"Nothin'!" The very unconvincing hum from the brunette did nothing to help his case. Chuuya rolled his eyes helping Dazai back to his feet as he hauled him to a cab and then to his dorm.

Dazai glanced at the clock tilting his head as he noticed the hours he'd spent outside were longer than he'd thought. They left mid-afternoon but it's past dark now... Something must be wrong with him for the thoughts that had just plagued his mind, and the hell he'd endured. He's confused, lost with himself. He'd admitted something tonight he'd like to take back, to remove from his head permanently. Chuuya is attractive... How could he have come up with this? Why is he... happy with tonight? He hates parties. This was utter hell yet he's not miserable. He turns on his bed for a bit before sliding from his bed and finding himself getting ready for a shower. Maybe cold water will purge the night from his brain... get rid of the thoughts jumbled around his head.

He hears his roommate come in laughing, sounds like he's on the phone but he doesn't pay mind against the running water. He stares up at the running water letting it run over his skin. It doesn't itch or cause his head to spin like he's become used to. He doesn't dare run his hands over the skin as the water trickles down. He splashes the water over his face. He startles at the knock and sighs, he's assuming Chuuya is the person talking to his roommate on the phone. "I'll be out in a bit." There, his way of saying he's alive, he's done nothing... and it's the honest truth. He hasn't, he's done nothing but stand here beneath running water.

Wrapping himself in cloth and into fresh clothes, he slipped back to his room, planting himself face-first into the mattress... he's tired... so tired. He should eat, no not with the drinks, he'd just be sick. He hates being sick... He would have been surprised how fast he drifted off, if he could.