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"Fuck!"

"Just admit your defeat, slug."

"Shut up, you definitely cheated, asshole! One more round!"

Osamu sighed, but the mocking smile was still dancing on his lips.  He sat more comfortably on the couch, his one hand resting on the back of the couch, sarcastically looking at his partner, who was getting more and more red with anger. Chuuya was squeezing the console in his hands, gritting his teeth angrily. He bored the TV screen with an annoyed look, and then turned to the brown-haired.

"Maaa, just admit that I'm better than you, chibi."

"Shut up!" he growled in response. "And stop calling me that!"

"Such an aggressive dog, Chuuya...Ouch!" he got cut off with a pillow thrown in his direction.

"Next time, it'll be you instead of the pillow! Out of the window, shit!"

In moments like this, Dazai felt like a kid. He was a kid, but the mafia life left too little childish in him. It didn't bother him that much, but he liked moments like this with Chuuya. Despite the fact that they couldn't stand together for a minute without arguing, they always had fun. Dazai had fun for sure. He liked annoying Nakahara, picking on him for every little thing, watching him lose his temper. He also like playing games or watching movies with him. Such moments were especially calm.

He was sure Chuuya appreciated all of this, too. The time when they weren't a part of the Port Mafia, observed by children's eyes, ready to notice any mistake, and not a Double Black, making everyone shudder. Just Dazai and Chuuya, who were only kids.

At a time like this, the emptiness inside would drown in something warm, and Osamu would stop thinking. He liked it.

Dazai didn't wonder about soulmates, Chuuya didn't talk about that topic, either. It felt like he didn't care, but in the moment of closeness they felt tension between each other, which Osamu didn't want to ponder on. He didn't want to dig into it. Their relationship wasn't a friendship, they would never be friends, there was too much hostility. They were partners, and it was much stronger than any other bond for both of them. Even though none of them would admit it.
 

"Let's just watch a movie."

"Horror?" Nakahara asked after a short silence, receiving a dissatisfied look from him.

"Nooo, what's the point if we're both not even scared? Boooring."

"Then action?" the red-haired asked, rolling his eyes. His partner's impressions became natural for him, though they still annoyed him.

"You won't shut up commenting on every move."

"It's not my fault they're so terrible!"

Osamu was muttering something.

"Fine, turn on you horror movie."

Nakahara turned on the movie without saying a word, settling comfortably next to the brown-haired. The hand on the back of the couch touched his shoulder, but Osamu didn't have any intentions to remove it. Ignoring Chuuya's hissing, Osamu pressed his cheek to his shoulder.

"I'm not your pillow, get the fuck away."

"Just shut up and watch the movie. It's comfortable."

Chuuya opened his mouth indignantly but quickly closed it, rolling his eyes.

"Jerk."

Entering the room, Mori found the two teenagers fast asleep. Chuuya was quietly snoring with his head thrown back, and Dazai's whole body was on him, his face in the crook of his neck. Screams came from the TV, and chuckling, Ougai turned it off.

"So cute."

"Aren't we going to wake them up?" Elise asked, sitting next to Nakahara from the other side.

"Let them rest a little bit. They worked well this week."

The girl shrugged, and then she hugged the red-haired, resting her head on his chest. She heard steady heart beats.

"Elise-chaaan, why can't you hug me like that?"

"You're too old, Rinatro. I'd never."

"Elise-chaaan!"

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original by ddaaazai