Chuuya and Dazai had been best friends ever since they were little kids. Everyone around them had always been very confused as to why they got along so well- their personalities were completely different, conflicting each other. If it wasn't for the clear evidence people would have assumed they would have ended up more like enemies, not friends. Actually not even friends, best friends. They were pretty much glued to each others sides 24/7.

This strange attachment did get a bit less during the years as they aged and made a few new friends, but it never broke completely. They never even fought, though they often threw insults back and forth if that counted. But one year, everything changed- for the better.

Prom was coming up, and both teenagers were trying to figure out who to ask. The entire school was going so if they didn't go, or worse, showed up dateless they would definitely be teased about it for months, even by their own friends. If anything, more so by their own friends. The same thing had happened to them last year, so they were determined to not repeat the fowl situation this year as well.

The only problem was even though they were both handsome enough, Dazai was a bit lazy and had the strange idea that a lovers suicide was the most romantic thing possible, while Chuuya was just a little bit of an alcoholic and tended to have fast rage. Also, they both started late, so almost everyone they would have wanted to ask or would have at least considered acting was already going with someone else. And the only thing worse then no date was a date with one of the weird geek girls or 'ugly' chicks.

"You guys are both going to end up without a date, again," Kunikida spoke, looking down at the strange journal thing he always carried around everywhere with him. "This is why you should have looked for a date earlier on, like I did."

Dazai smirked, stepping forwards and pulling the book from Kunikida and smirking at him. "But you didn't get a date either," he pointed out, as they both ignored an angry Chuuya in the background.

Kunikida grabbed his book back, glaring at Dazai. "Only because I haven't met a women who fits all my ideals yet!" he huffed, blushing ever so slightly. "Anyways, I'm going to be late for class."

Even cute little Atsushi had informed them brightly they weren't going to get anyone.

Chuuya had pretty much given up. It was two days before the prom, and Chuuya hadn't found anyone. Coming home that night he fell onto his bed, sighing softly. Great... Well, at least know he would know better for next year, right? Be quick, ask a girl out, and then don't be the target of embarrassment. Seems easy, right? Didn't seem that way to Chuuya.

Suddenly Chuuya's phone went off. Not even looking at the number he grabbed it, hitting answer and lifting it to his ear. "Hello?" Chuuya asked into the speaker, closing his eyes.

Dazai's cheerful voice happily greeted him, and from background noise it sounded like he was in a shop..? Or something...? "What color do you think I should wear to the prom?" Dazai questioned, tone innocent as if he was abandoning Chuuya as the last one without a date. Chuuya groaned, covering his face. Great. Even Dazai had managed to grab a girl."Pardon?" Dazai questioned into the phone.

"Get whatever you want, how should I no?" Chuuya snapped, trying to control himself. It wasn't Dazai's fault. He was just a shitty idiot Chuuya was for some reason friends with. Dazai could go out and Chuuya would just stay home, pretending he's sick- though he didn't think anyone was stupid enough to believe that lie.

Dazai sighed into the phone, as if Chuuya was saying something funny. "Well we have to match!" Dazai muttered, his pout almost noticeable through the phone. "So what color are you wearing?"

...Wait what.

"Since when were we going to the prom together?" Chuuya asked slowly, sitting up. There was a moment of silence on the other end and then...

"Shit, I forgot to ask!"

Long story short they went to the prom, grew up, got married, and still no one had any idea why they ever became friends- wait, I mean, boyfriends.