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champagne, cocaine, gasoline CH2: and most things in between
Title: champagne, cocaine, gasoline CH2: and most things in between
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Chuuya, Atsushi, Dazai
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Atsushi
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 590
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya sees Atsushi, as well as his shirt, again.
Notes: Someone wanted Chuuya POV so here you go, here's more ChuuAtsu.
Chuuya knows that he should probably be saying something to Dazai right now, but instead he stares blankly, because Atsushi is wearing his shirt.
That whole incident was weeks ago. Why is Atsushi wearing his shirt? It’s old and there’s a wine stain near the hem that he’s never been able to quite get out, even if you can’t really see it in most lighting, and most importantly it’s (originally) his, so why is Atsushi still wearing it?
“I can’t just throw out clothes I can still wear,” Atsushi says, and Chuuya realizes he’s said that last part out loud. “It’d be a complete waste.”
Right, Chuuya’s brain helpfully provides, he’s an orphan. Of course he’d have a thing about getting rid of clothes like that. Kyouka was the same way no matter how often Kouyou gave her a new kimono.
“Anyway,” Atsushi adds, not quite meeting his gaze, “it’d be rude to get rid of a gift.”
...What.
“It’s not a gift!” he snaps. “It’s just - I didn’t want you to leave my apartment shirtless or looking like you were attacked by a wild animal, okay? It wasn’t because I liked you!”
Atsushi tilts his head a little. “But… even if you had ulterior motives, isn’t it still a gift?”
“They weren’t even ulterior!” Chuuya wants to argue more, but Atsushi’s probably right. “Just… ugh. Don’t get sentimental over it.”
Atsushi is about to answer when he’s interrupted by Dazai’s laughter.
“And what do you want, bandages for brains?” Chuuya asks, having just remembered that Dazai was even there. It’s a weird feeling; Dazai’s usually the one who has everyone’s attention, all the time.
“I was just thinking,” Dazai says with a mocking smile that Chuuya recognizes quite well, “that this is the only time you’ve had decent taste in your life, Chuuya.”
Atsushi splutters. Chuuya turns red (with anger, with anger he swears).
“I have fantastic taste in everything and you know it! Even when I’m drunk! Just go off and die in a river somewhere, you-”
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says, in a small voice that somehow cuts through Chuuya’s ranting. “Can you punch Dazai-san in the face for me? You said you would.”
Dazai instantly looks alarmed. “Atsushi-kun, please don’t betray me to the mafia-”
“With pleasure,” Chuuya says, and cracks his knuckles.
Atsushi doesn’t let him seriously attempt to kill Dazai, but he does let him get a few solid punches in, and that’s satisfying in itself.
It’s hard to decide what the worst part of this whole ‘slept with the enemy in a drunken haze’ incident is.
It might be that he was a virgin and so Chuuya feels obligated to feel bad for him. Even he’s not cruel enough not to take some pity, despite that from what he recalls, it was Atsushi’s idea.
That’s the other thing. As time passes, the fog from that night has started to clear up. Not all of it, but bits and pieces. Enough to remember, “Please be gentle with me, Chuuya-san,” enough to remember how those buttons popped off Atsushi’s shirt in Chuuya’s haste to get it off, enough to remember Atsushi practically mewling underneath him as he-
Chuuya turns a light pink just thinking about it. He catches Atsushi looking at him like he’s concerned, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing, and it makes him jerk his head away.
No, the worst part is definitely that Atsushi is cute. Cute enough that even someone who should want to kill him is thinking about how adorable he is.
Goddammit.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Chuuya, Atsushi, Dazai
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Atsushi
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 590
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya sees Atsushi, as well as his shirt, again.
Notes: Someone wanted Chuuya POV so here you go, here's more ChuuAtsu.
Chuuya knows that he should probably be saying something to Dazai right now, but instead he stares blankly, because Atsushi is wearing his shirt.
That whole incident was weeks ago. Why is Atsushi wearing his shirt? It’s old and there’s a wine stain near the hem that he’s never been able to quite get out, even if you can’t really see it in most lighting, and most importantly it’s (originally) his, so why is Atsushi still wearing it?
“I can’t just throw out clothes I can still wear,” Atsushi says, and Chuuya realizes he’s said that last part out loud. “It’d be a complete waste.”
Right, Chuuya’s brain helpfully provides, he’s an orphan. Of course he’d have a thing about getting rid of clothes like that. Kyouka was the same way no matter how often Kouyou gave her a new kimono.
“Anyway,” Atsushi adds, not quite meeting his gaze, “it’d be rude to get rid of a gift.”
...What.
“It’s not a gift!” he snaps. “It’s just - I didn’t want you to leave my apartment shirtless or looking like you were attacked by a wild animal, okay? It wasn’t because I liked you!”
Atsushi tilts his head a little. “But… even if you had ulterior motives, isn’t it still a gift?”
“They weren’t even ulterior!” Chuuya wants to argue more, but Atsushi’s probably right. “Just… ugh. Don’t get sentimental over it.”
Atsushi is about to answer when he’s interrupted by Dazai’s laughter.
“And what do you want, bandages for brains?” Chuuya asks, having just remembered that Dazai was even there. It’s a weird feeling; Dazai’s usually the one who has everyone’s attention, all the time.
“I was just thinking,” Dazai says with a mocking smile that Chuuya recognizes quite well, “that this is the only time you’ve had decent taste in your life, Chuuya.”
Atsushi splutters. Chuuya turns red (with anger, with anger he swears).
“I have fantastic taste in everything and you know it! Even when I’m drunk! Just go off and die in a river somewhere, you-”
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says, in a small voice that somehow cuts through Chuuya’s ranting. “Can you punch Dazai-san in the face for me? You said you would.”
Dazai instantly looks alarmed. “Atsushi-kun, please don’t betray me to the mafia-”
“With pleasure,” Chuuya says, and cracks his knuckles.
Atsushi doesn’t let him seriously attempt to kill Dazai, but he does let him get a few solid punches in, and that’s satisfying in itself.
It’s hard to decide what the worst part of this whole ‘slept with the enemy in a drunken haze’ incident is.
It might be that he was a virgin and so Chuuya feels obligated to feel bad for him. Even he’s not cruel enough not to take some pity, despite that from what he recalls, it was Atsushi’s idea.
That’s the other thing. As time passes, the fog from that night has started to clear up. Not all of it, but bits and pieces. Enough to remember, “Please be gentle with me, Chuuya-san,” enough to remember how those buttons popped off Atsushi’s shirt in Chuuya’s haste to get it off, enough to remember Atsushi practically mewling underneath him as he-
Chuuya turns a light pink just thinking about it. He catches Atsushi looking at him like he’s concerned, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing, and it makes him jerk his head away.
No, the worst part is definitely that Atsushi is cute. Cute enough that even someone who should want to kill him is thinking about how adorable he is.
Goddammit.