Everyone knew that he despised Dazai. Every time he saw the other, his mood would sink and insults would be thrown around - sometimes even punches and kicks. It's the reason he spent a lot time in detention.
Dazai was nothing but an annoyance in his opinion, and everyone knew it.
Or should have.
With the exception of the two boys, who crashed into his room through the roof, claiming to be two "angels" sent from heaven, to help him in his quest to get together with Dazai Osamu.
Nakahara Chuuya wasn't sure if he should make a phone call to the asylum.
"Dazai-san is handsome, isn't he? Stunning hazel eyes..."
Chuuya wasn't sure how to respond to that. Firstly, nothing about that bastard was beautiful. And seconds, to hear that boy in front of him complimenting someone other's eyes, whilst his own where sunset colored and glittering like gems... it was ridiculous.
"Tiger, that clearly doesn't work."
Luckily, the other seemed to get the gi-
"You need to describe the more... involving body parts."
It took Chuuya some minutes to understand what the other meant by "more involving" body parts, but once he realized, his face paled and... images filled his mind. That was the last straw.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
Both boys blinked, before glancing at each other and then at him.
The white-haired boy smiled happily, as he laid on his bed, leaning his head onto his hands.
"Didn't we tell you already? We're angels sent with the mission to help you with your love problem!"
Chuuya wanted to tell him, that he didn't have a love problem, but then he realized that the other boy wasn't besides the white-haired anymore. He looked around his room, only to see the boy behind him, drinking tea out of a cup.
"Where the hell did you get th-"
"Angels," the black-haired boy said, raising an eyebrow at him, as if to call him stupid. It ticked Chuuya off.
"I don't believe you, until you can prove me that you're really angels!"
"Really?" The white-haired boy's voice echoed, sounding hopeful.
Chuuya turned to look at him and nodded.
"Okay!" The boy shouted happily, flickering a hand to the side.
For a moment nothing happened, but then random books laying on his table started to glow and... fly. He took a step back and then sank to his knees, not being able to look away.
Suddenly the books crashed onto the ground, and he looked at the black-haired boy, who decided to speak up.
"I'm Akutagawa Ryuunosuke," he said, before taking a sip of his tea, "and that is Nakajima Atsushi."
He sat on the ground of his room, with a destroyed roof, still unable to process what the boy said. He could see the sky clearly and then he heard his mother call him.
"Chuuya, are you okay?" No... no, he wasn't.
He regretted having not called the asylum the moment he could.
