[Chuuya actually flinches when Dazai uses that word. He'd regretted it the moment he said it, and he's spent the last few weeks trying to push it to the back of his mind, counting on it never being brought up again. He's avoided Dazai, and Atsushi, and he'd hoped enough time had passed by now that they could just go back to normal. What counted as normal for them.
He grips his drink tighter. That burning feeling is only getting stronger, spreading throughout his body, eating him up. He's spent for years teaching himself to ignore it.]
I know you will.
[He says it like an attack, because if Dazai is going to bring that up, then Chuuya is going on the offensive. This feels like a trap.]
But I'll make sure you regret it when you do.
[Can't they just go back to where they were? He downs his drink, signals for another, and wonders if he'll have to cancel any intention of working together.
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He grips his drink tighter. That burning feeling is only getting stronger, spreading throughout his body, eating him up. He's spent for years teaching himself to ignore it.]
I know you will.
[He says it like an attack, because if Dazai is going to bring that up, then Chuuya is going on the offensive. This feels like a trap.]
But I'll make sure you regret it when you do.
[Can't they just go back to where they were? He downs his drink, signals for another, and wonders if he'll have to cancel any intention of working together.
The bartender ignores him.]