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• the zero move: prologue •
“Hey, babe, sorry I took so long!”
Nakahara Chuuya turns around quickly, a happy smile on his face. The smile grows bigger when he sees the huge bouquet of roses on his date’s hand, a blush painting his cheeks.
“T-T-That’s fine,” he stutters shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. And in the crowded cinema on a Friday night, his voice is practically mute. “I didn’t wait long.”
“I’m still sorry.” Dazai Osamu, ever the gentleman, reaches out for Chuuya’s right hand and brings the knuckles to his lips. “It won’t happen again.”
“I-It’s fine, Osamu-san.”
“By the way, here’s some roses for you, though please accept my apologies that I can’t find flowers that can match your loveliness.”
“Y-you’re always teasing me, Osamu-san...”
“I’m not, I’m only telling the truth.”
“Y-you’re always like that,” Chuuya covers his blushing cheeks with his hands - or at least, attempts to.
“You really are lovely,” Dazai comments with wonder, lovestruck being the only adjective acceptable to define his expression at the moment. “But in the meantime, we should go and watch the movie you wanted.”
Dazai’s hand settles around Chuuya’s shoulder, the extravagant bouquet in Chuuya’s arms attracting envy from the other patrons.
“A-Are you really fine with ‘For The Tainted Sorrow’, Osamu-san?”
“Anything that my beloved wants to see is fine with me.”
“You’re always so s-sweet to me.”
“That’s just because I’m a man in love.”
Chuuya replies by leaning closer into his suitor’s one-armed hug.
And as they go inside the cinema, practically shoved into each other’s personal space, the two of them have a rare moment of having the exact same thought:
Urgh, I can’t wait until this mission is over so I can kill this guy.
• end of the zero move •