Jouno hates Dazai's room, and his nose immediately wrinkles when stepping foot inside. Taking off his shoes, he takes note of the mess around him. "Your room stinks," he comments, each step towards Dazai's bed careful and calculated. He's slipped on one of Dazai's bottles before, and he's never truly recovered from the embarrassment. Failing at getting around is one of the things that actually, genuinely bothers Jouno.
"Move over," he demands, once he's reached the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. There's no pretense that he'd there for anything but what he is. While they occasionally study together, Jouno has no intention of doing so now.
The smile gracing his features hasn't left, but it's twisted, not at all the smile one would give a friend. His hand finds Dazai's chest, fingers drifting over it. "I have every intention of taking my week out on you."
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Date: 2022-05-09 06:46 am (UTC)"Move over," he demands, once he's reached the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. There's no pretense that he'd there for anything but what he is. While they occasionally study together, Jouno has no intention of doing so now.
The smile gracing his features hasn't left, but it's twisted, not at all the smile one would give a friend. His hand finds Dazai's chest, fingers drifting over it. "I have every intention of taking my week out on you."