"I meet my dream guy last night," Dazai declared to Chuuya one day. Chuuya slowly looked up at his... friend.. blinking very very slowly. Dazai only smiled, arms crossed, eyes bright as he waited for Chuuya to reply with something.

"...You did?" Chuuya's question was slow- just like his reaction. Something was burning away inside of him, starting slowly with just sparks and growls. But as Chuuya slowly looked Dazai up and down, say happy and bright he is, say that he thought what he said was the complete and utter truth... the beast in the pit of his soul grew larger, angry, growling. It wasn't happy that Dazai got his 'dream guy.' Er, sorry- meet him. But if Dazai liked something (or someone) it would become his, so there really wasn't that much difference, was there then?

Dazai sighed happily, walking further into the small apartment they shared and dropping his bag carelessly (idiot, something will break and create a huge mess, then who'll clean it up?) before falling onto the couch with a small thump sound. "Yep," Dazai muttered, clucking his tongue. "He's so amazing Chuuya, perfect for me in every way! I just can't believe it took so long for me to meet him..."

Chuuya figured it out- what it was that was bothering him, that was growing larger and getting worse and making him feel sick. Chuuya was... jealous. He didn't really like admitting it, but it was the truth. It was no secret that Chuuya may have the smallest tiniest crush on Dazai- okay that was a lie. Chuuya had a huge crush on Dazai.

"Chuuya?" Dazai sat up, eyeing him. He looked slightly worries- Chuuya must have been quiet for too long, and who knows what sort of expression he was wearing? Probably a mixture of pain and disgust, not a good combination. "Are you okay?"

Psh. no.

"I'm fine..." Chuuya trailed off. What was he suppose to say? What would be polite? "What does he look like?" Chuuya finally asked. He didn't want Dazai to figure out the truth, that he actually felt jealous over something like this. Dazai would be over this person is a week, probably. Most likely. Right? If not.. Chuuya really felt like he was going to throw up and he fought to keep his face from growing too pale.

Dazai grinned at the question, sitting up all the way. He tapped his fingers together, acting as though he had just been waiting for Chuuya to ask this questions the entire time. "He's really short~" Dazai half sung half spoke, and Chuuya frowned. Noticing, Dazai frowned back. "What is it Chuuya?" Dazai asked after a moment of frowning at each other, seeming to be very confused.

Chuuya smirked, slowly. "I just feel bad for them," he lied, shrugging. "I know how annoying it is for a freak giant like you to make fun of them for being short."

Dazai sighed, whining, "can we keep going?" in a very childish way. Sighing as well, Chuuya nodded. He just wanted this over and done with, it hurt... "Ok," Dazai said, perking back up. "So he's short, and we always fight, but it's lots of fun. He can be nice, when he tries. He has terrible fashion, and he always wears the most stupid hats-" wait, this sounded kind of like- "which clash horribly with his red hair, but I don't tell him that cause it'd be mean-"

"You always tell me that already you liar!" Dazai paused, staring at Chuuya with wide eyes who had frozen. Dazai hadn't been talking about him! Chuuya had noticed the connections, but it was probably just his wistful thinking-

"Aw you figured it it too fast!" Ah. What? Suddenly Dazai was hugging him, smiling. "Love you Chuuya~~"

Fuck. Did Dazai just- confess- to-?

"I...loveyoutoo."

"What?"

"I LOVE YOU TOO! SHIT HEAD!"