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“As if you'd know any better.” The brunette spat out, trying to pull his arm away from the shorter one.
“Stop acting like you care!” His voice gets louder, tugging his hands away from Chuuya.
“I don't care, alright?! I'm doing this because it irritates me!” He yelled back, his eyes filled with unfiltered anger and worry.
Dazai can see that very well. And he hates that he can.
The brunette's head turned and shy down, staring at the bathroom floor.
“I can bandage myself.” His eyes direct at the multiple scars on his arms,
“Shut up and let me help— I mean do this.” He spat, no venom was spotted on his words or tone. It made the taller one’s skin crawl, shivered, whatever you'd call it.
He feels something gurgling in his stomach, but it wasn't actually gurgling. It just feels like it, he feels sick in a good way. He feels.. warm.
A feeling he had not felt for a long time. And he doesn't like it, he feels cowardish.
And he isn't cowardish.
After Dazai felt secure (bandaged), he clenched his teeth. Hating the fact that he let someone he (assumed) he hates see him in a light. In a sad light.
“I'll go now,” he said calmly, reminding the redhead that Dazai had broken into his apartment.
But he didn't seem to care. “Hm, ‘kay” the redhead replied, his voice barely a whisper.
It shocked the taller male, he specifically said that to anger the other, but he didn't succeed. A sweat rolls down his cheeks,
Did he change the way Chuuya see him?
No.
It's one of the things he hates, making people feel pity for him.
“Don't feel bad for me.” He glared, reminding the other that he is still in fact the demon prodigy.
“I don't, you're still as pathetic as ever.”
A light spark up in the prodigy’s eyes,
He can tell that Chuuya does, in fact, cares. But he's not worried. That makes him.. happy? Is he capable of it? Of course.
“Hm, alright then, bye shortstack!” He said before leaving the fancy apartment, shutting the door, leaving a loud (thud) sound behind him.
He thinks that the redhead will rage behind the door, so he runs as quickly as he can to not be torn apart.
But Chuuya does not. His eyes a calm wave, bandages in his hand. His brows furrow, “he's always doing stupid things.” He mutters, throwing the bandage roll somewhere in a corner.
Back at the shipping container (which is the prodigy’s house, apparently.) , lies Dazai on the thin mattress. His eyes are cloudy as his mind lies in a different place. His face is hot, he felt as if he was cared for.
It wasn't new, but it wasn't frequent (last time was when he met with Oda). “He's so .. idiotic.” He mutters, eyes narrowing, finally gaining consciousness. Is he gonna consider the redhead his friend? Oh no. Of course not, never. He hates him!
He hates him. Right.