12 with Dazai and Chuuya, if you don't mind?
-helleboretk
skk my absolute beloved <3
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"Chuuuuuya~" Dazai calls out, bending down to look under a desk. "Come on out and save me the trouble, will you?" He stands back up and walks to the other side of the room.
Chuuya, meanwhile, is hiding in a supply closet down the hall. His stomach erupts in butterflies as he hears Dazai calling out for him in that smug tone. He tries his best to keep his breathing steady so he stays silent.
He listens as a door opens and Dazai leaves the room he was in, moving on to look for him somewhere else. Chuuya shifts slightly so the broom behind him would stop uncomfortably poking him in the back.
Maybe he wouldn't have to be hiding in an dark and uncomfortable supply closet if he had just kept his mouth shut. Dazai had apparently decided that Chuuya had made one too many snarky comments, telling the ginger he had three seconds to run, and Chuuya had taken Dazai's headstart. He may be cocky, but he wasn't dumb. If you annoy Dazai, you don't want to stick around for long enough to see what will happen.
"You know I'm going to find you. You're only making it worse for yourself by hiding~" Dazai says, rounding a corner and stepping out into the hallway.
Chuuya shudders at the fact that he sounds closer than he was before. For some reason though- some stupid reason- he can't stop smiling. It's silly, he thinks, how nervous he feels right now. How his heart skips a beat every time he hears Dazai calling his name.
"Where are you, Chuuya?" Dazai sings, drawing closer and closer to where his friend was hiding.
Chuuya hears the footsteps grow louder and louder, until finally, they stop. They stop, and it's quiet. Too quiet. He waits. Nothing happens. He listens for movement, breathing, anything. The only thing he can hear is the sound of his own heartbeat hammering out of his chest.
Maybe... he was gone? Maybe Dazai went to look somewhere else? He isn't going to leave his hiding spot, that would be dumb. Then again, he can't just stay in here forever. Think Chuuya, think. An idea pops into his mind. He'll just crouch down and look under the door. If Dazai is standing right there, he'll be able to see.
He takes a shallow breath, slowly shifting to where he could crouch down. There wasn't much room in here. The only light source was the sliver of light that peeked out from under the doorway. Other than that, he couldn't see anything. As he's bending down, he feels his arm touch something on the shelf next to him. Before he can even realize what's happening, the object- whatever it was- fell off of the shelf, clattering on the wooden floor.
Chuuya froze, his breath catching in his throat. Oh no. That was really loud. He could only hope and pray that Dazai wasn't anywhere close by, otherwise he definitely heard that.
And that's when the door swung open. Chuuya fell over and nearly screamed when Dazai flung open the door. Dazai stood in the doorway, towering over Chuuya menacingly
"Ah, there you are!" Dazai says brightly, his smile then swiftly morphing into a devious smirk. "I found you," He says in a tone that makes Chuuya's stomach drop.
"Wait!" Chuuya yells, instantly flying up to the ceiling in some sort of attempt to dodge Dazai. Unfortunately for him, the ceiling isn't very tall. Dazai takes one step into the small room, reaching upwards and touching his leg. This sends Chuuya falling down to the ground, or rather, right into Dazai's arms. Dazai's arms wrap around Chuuya's waist, and he starts dragging him into the hallway.
"No! Get off of me, idiot!" Chuuya exclaims, pushing and hitting at Dazai's arms, to no avail.
Dazai drops him onto the floor and swiftly pins his arms above his head, sitting on his waist so he couldn't get away. "What did you just call me?"
Chuuya's eyes widen as he realized he's trapped. "Wait, I-! I didn't mean it!" He shook his head back and forth, staring at Dazai's wiggling fingers.
"Yes you did," Dazai comments. "I can't just let you get away with that, now can I?" While he most definitely could, what would be the fun in that?
Chuuya can't think of a response. His brain feels like it's scrambled. Especially when Dazai looks at him like that. It's just not fair. His thoughts turn to mush even further when Dazai starts tracing his fingers over Chuuya's stomach.
"You should really stop being so ticklish, Chuuya. It makes it so easy to get revenge." Dazai suddenly starts pinching and poking at Chuuya's sides.
"I'm- nohohot-!" Chuuya lets out a strangled noise as he fails to bite back a laugh. It's kind of hard to deny being ticklish when you're reacting like this.
"Hm? What was that?" Dazai asks, his hand crawling up to send rapid little pokes to Chuuya's ribs.
Chuuya starts kicking. As much as he can, anyway, with Dazai sitting on top of him. "StOhohop ihit!"
"Awww, poor little Chuuya can't handle being tickled!" Dazai teases, knowing how much Chuuya hates when he says stuff like that. It always makes Chuuya blush, without fail.
This time is no different. His face glows red, and it isn't from his ability, unfortunately. If it wasn't for Dazai's dumb nullifying ability, he would've been long gone. With anyone else, he could just gravity his way out of these kinds of situations. Not with Dazai. He was the perfect enemy, and it annoyed him more than anything.
Dazai blows a raspberry right in the crook of Chuuya's neck, something that never fails to get him to squeal like a little girl. Dazai always does it cause he finds it absolutely hilarious. Chuuya only grows more embarrassed.
"Leave mehehe alohOHONE!" Chuuya giggles, trying his best to pull his arms down from Dazai's grasp. The tickles weaken him, not that he's stronger than Dazai in the first place.
"But tormenting you is so much fun! Besides, you love it~" Dazai knows just the things to say to really fluster poor Chuuya. His response to that is just him furiously shaking his head no.
"Aww, come on. Don't deny it!" Dazai's fingers find themselves tracing down Chuuya's arm to scratch at his underarm.
Chuuya tugs at his arms so hard at that that he somehow manages to pull one of them free. He pushes at Dazai's chest weakly, quickly realizing that isn't helping at all.
"St-ohohop!" Chuuya hiccups, resorting to burying his face in his free arm instead so he wouldn't have to look at Dazai's smug smile.
"If you insist," Dazai sighs jokingly, having had his fun for the day. As much as he would love to keep tickling Chuuya, he doesn't wanna overdo it. He carefully lets go of Chuuya's wrist, getting up off of him.
Chuuya scrambles to back away from Dazai, curling up almost instantaneously. "Screw you." His voice is muffled from his face being buried into his knees. His face is almost as red as his hair. He doesn't even know where his hat went.
"You love me." Dazai smiles at the sight of blushy Chuuya. If there was one thing he loved more than anything, it was getting on Chuuya's nerves. Getting him all flustered. It was adorable.
"I do not," Chuuya mumbles, though that was far from the truth. Dazai knows it, too. And Chuuya knows he knows it. You could practically hear the smile in Chuuya's voice.
"What?" Chuuya asks after a few moments of silence. "You expecting me to admit that I love you or something? Never gonna happen. Piss off."
"Awww, are you implying that you secretly love me?"
"I'm leaving."
bruh, thank you so much qwq
this is so damn adorable, I love it-
God stop I need this
