Eighteen
The mission had been intense but they had succeeded in their goal. They had decided to let off some steam in Chuuya's apartment. Sprawled on the settee, they were sharing a bottle of wine between them.
It wasn't long until Chuuya's self-control started slipping.
Chuuya couldn't help it, Dazai just looked so pretty.
He moved closer to Dazai, a hand on his thigh to keep his balance as he leaned into kiss him.
Dazai flinched, almost spilling his wine over the both of them as he scrambled away from Chuuya. Fear was clear in his one unbandaged eye.
"No, no no no. No." His voice was shaking, he put the wine glass down on the side table.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I thought, I thought you were ready," Chuuya rushed the apology
"I'm sorry Chuuya, I thought I would want it, but…" Dazai turned and ran, slamming Chuuya's front door on his way out. Leaving Chuuya confused and alone.
Dazai hit the button for the elevator a bit too hard. Tears were dampening his cheeks, he ripped off the bandage on his eye. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Had being in the Mafia screwed his emotions that much? It's not like Chuuya was ugly, it's just he didn't need or want to be that close to him. He was eighteen now, surely thoughts of love and sex should be entering his head by now, maybe his ability had messed with him more than he realised…? He sighed, pushing the confusing swirl of thoughts to the back of his head, it was something he could deal with another day. Right now, he had to focus on the worst bit of this, Chuuya remembering what happened in the morning.
Luck was on Dazai's side – Chuuya made no comment on what had (not) happened between them that night. (Although Chuuya did remember, as he'd never seen Dazai look so afraid so decide to keep the memory to himself)