"What are you doing here?"

"What, am I not allowed to swoop by and pay you a visit?"

"Not after you abandoned me."

It had been four years since Dazai left the mafia. It had also been four years since Chuuya started his battle in trying to get over his old partner. And lost said battle.

He could never get over Dazai. He could never stop loving him.

But that didn't mean he wanted to see him.

They first reunited when Dazai was caught by the mafia and Chuuya found him chained up, and in exchange for all the "fun" Dazai had with him in the past, Chuuya decided to have some fun of his own.

But now Dazai was at his door. Uninvited.

"What do you want, traitor?" Chuuya asked, refusing to make eye contact with his old friend.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Dazai answered.

Chuuya felt his heart take a lunge. He turned around so he was no longer facing Dazai and said, "Don't fuck with my emotions. You lost the right to do that when you left me--"
Chuuya cut himself off and feigned clearing his throat "--the mafia."

"You're still mad about that?" Dazai whined.

"Of course I'm still mad about that," Chuuya retorted, his words spoken like each syllable was a dagger he was stabbing into the wall only a couple centimeters from Dazai's face.

"Chuuya-kun is so mean," Dazai remarked. "Now I can't come by to see you? Because I left the mafia four years ago? Now I'm not allowed to see you?"

"I want nothing to do with you," Chuuya lied. It was easier to be mad at the brunette than to tell him everything he'd kept bottled up for those four, long, lonely years.

Dazai knew Chuuya was lying. They both could still see right through each other. He let himself in.

"I-I didn't say you could come in!" Chuuya exclaimed.

"I don't need an invitation, Chibi," Dazai said in a hush tone. He put a finger under Chuuya's chin and tilted in up in a taunting way. "I'm not a vampire."

"I wish you were a vampire," Chuuya said, trying his hardest to not blush and Dazai's bold actions. "Then I could toss you outside in broad daylight and you'd burst into flames."

"How cruel!" Dazai exclaimed melodramatically.

Chuuya sighed again. "I don't want to have to start dealing with your bullshit all over again," he said. "Tell me what you want from me or get out."

"I wanted to see you," Dazai answered.

"Well, you saw me. Now get out."

"It's homey in here, Chibi."

"Well, it's not your home. Now get out."

"So you can chain me up to a wall and punch and kick me around as much as you please, but I don't get to at least enter your home?"

"You've entered my home." Chuuya's words slowly got more icy. "Now get. Out."

"I know you don't want me to leave, Chuuya," Dazai said.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?" Chuuya said in a sarcastic tone.

"If you wanted me to go," Dazai began, speaking in that hush tone again, "you wouldn't be staring so intently at me."

"Wh--I--" Chuuya sputtered. He grabbed at the brim of his hat and pulled it over his eyes. "I have not been staring at you."

"Then why have your eyes been locked onto mine since I entered?" Dazai asked rhetorically.

"They have not!" Chuuya rebutted.

"Have to," Dazai argued back.

"Have not!"

"Have to."

"Have. NOT!"

Dazai stepped closer to Chuuya. He used one hand to wrap it around Chuuya's waist, and the other to tilt his head up again. "Have to," he said with a smile.

Chuuya did not have a response this time. He stood there, blushing, staring at Dazai, unsure how to respond to his touches and tone.

Dazai suddenly took his hands off Chuuya. "Well, I think that's enough fun for the night," he said. He headed for the door. "Thanks for letting me visit, Chibi!"

Chuuya listened to Dazai singing peacefully as the door closed behind him, and listened to his voice fade into the night.

A part of him wished Dazai hadn't taken his hands off him.

Chuuya pulled his hat down further. "Shitty Dazai," he thought, "for making me have all these stupid feelings."