let’s dance

[dressing]

[Dazai loathes the idea of working with Chuuya. Hadn’t he already done his time? They’d spent years together, and he’d hated it just as much, so being told they’re partnered on a joint mission again is almost enough to make Dazai outright refuse. However, he also hates his plans going wrong, and for this one to work, he needs to be there. The one saving grace is that Dazai knows Chuuya is going to hate it just as much.

That hardly makes it easier, though.]

You step on my foot once, and I’m throwing you under the bus.

[They’re meant to be attending this gala together, and at least Chuuya more or less knows how to dress himself. Dazai had fussed and squirmed the entire time he’d been fitted for a suit, but he looks presentable, hair tucked behind his ear, no wrinkles to be found. He’s wearing some ridiculous cologne that he hates, and keeps wanting to tug his collar open.

He is not looking forward to the dancing portion of this party. It’s not that he doesn’t know how—he’s been thoroughly taught against his will, and still remembers. No, it’s the fact that Chuuya is expected to be his partner.

Disgusting.]

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[indensity]

[Of course Chuuya can tell what Dazai wants, or at least part of it. If Chuuya admits that he enjoys dancing with him, then Dazai can use it against him, tease him with it whenever he wants to shut Chuuya up... On the other hand, if Chuuya admits it, they can at least get back to dancing again.

And focusing on the mission, of course.

But on the other other hand, Dazai will be a smug bastard about it. On the other other other hand... dear?! How the hell is he supposed to react to that, even if it's just for the parts they're playing.]

Prove it first.

[He's not giving in yet. But he does want to dance some more. And he doesn't think Dazai could grip him too tightly, even though he knows he's not actually being possessive.]