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This was it.This was the end. Dostoyevsky won, he was going to write all ability users out of existence. Ango held his breath as he waited for it to happen-
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Ango walked through the door of his shitty little college apartment.
“Hey Ango”
“Ahhhhhh! Oh my god I keep forgetting we live together” Ango tried to compose himself. He wasn’t used to sharing his living space with Oda. He was in awe at the fact that he and Oda were together at all after everything that happened.
“Sup” came a teenage voice, not quite fully developed yet, and a slender figure emerged from behind Oda
“AHHHHH” Ango screamed. Dazai just cackled. “Oh my god I hate you”
“You’re too easy” Dazai skipped over to pat him on the back
“Dazai, I am not letting you steal my wallet again”
“Whaaaaaat? Me? Steal your wallet? I would never” Dazai looked at him innocently.
“This does not work on me Dazai, I can feel your hand in my pocket” Ango scowled
“You are no fun. Right Odasaku?”
“Well… it would be pretty fun if we used his money to get some takeout”
Ango does consider it. He’s tired, he’s had a long day, take out sounds so good, but they are trying to save up money. Then he notices the bags on the floor.
“What are those?” He looks at Dazai skeptically
“I’ve decided what to do.” his whole demeanor changes all at once. Suddenly Dazai looked listless, almost lifeless. “I’m going to move out and not tell anyone where I’m going”
Ango bit his cheek. Dazai had been asking them for advice on what to do for a while. Ango really wasn’t sure this was the best course of action, but they had been going in circles for ages now, arguing back and forth only to end up back at square one.
“I need somewhere to stay for a bit” Dazai's quiet voice broke through the anxious thoughts and doubts in Ango’s mind. He sighed.
“Alright, what kind of takeout do you want?”
“You’re the best Ango~ I want… chinese noodles. Like the ones we had when we went out last spring, with the cashew and the chicken and the carrots”
“Ugh, but that’s so far away and they don’t do delivery”
“We can make it a whole trip!” Dazai suggested
“You’re gonna eat in my car again. So absolutely not, you eat like a pig”
“Wha- Ango how could you!” Dazai says dramatically “I thought we were friends”
“Stop arguing you two. I’ll go pick up the food” Oda intervened “You bicker like children”
“I’d say we bicker like a mom and daughter” Dazai blurted
“That’s so weird to say, Dazai” Ango huffed out in exasperation.
“Yeah” he giggled
“I hope you two don’t tear each other apart while I’m out” Oda grabbed his coat and walked towards the door
“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I want?” Ango asked, almost offended
“I know what you want” Oda gave him a shy, tentative kiss. Then left before Ango could come up with a reply
“Wow. That was smooooooth” Dazai truly was Oda’s number one fan in everything he did.
Ango didn’t bother to say anything. His face was warm and he still felt the phantom sensation of Oda’s chapped lips on his, still tasted the faint bitterness of cigarettes. It had never tasted this sweet.
“You are down bad for Odasaku”
“He’s my boyfriend, Dazai. I am dating him. We live together. Yes, I am, in fact in love with him”
“No, no, no, there’s a difference. You can be in love and not be down bad. You are so down bad that even though you are together with him that every flirt and compliment makes you an absolute mess”
“You say that, but I’ve watched you lose your mind over a message Chuuya sent you that was kind of vague”
“Don’t bring Chuuya into this” the statement sounded almost angry.
“So… are you telling him?”
“No. No one besides you two knows”
“Oh” Ango hesitated for a moment, then he tentatively hugged Dazai “I know it was a hard choice”
Him and Dazai were still on tense terms. Not that they were very affectionate before. But right now seemed like a good moment to ignore that.
“I think you’re very brave, Dazai”
“I don’t need your pity compliments” Dazai replied harshly, but kept his face buried in Ango’s shoulder.
“It’s not a pity compliment. You don’t need pity, especially mine. I couldn’t have done what you did and I think you’re very courageous”
“You’re such a loser, man” the younger laughs dryly
Ango can tell that Dazai was crying a little, but he doesn’t comment on it. There are lots of things Dazai wants to say, but won’t. Ango knows them anyway.
“Man, Odasaku is taking forever” Dazai changes the subject.
“Of course he is. It’s rush hour and he has to drive half way across town”
“But I’m huuuuungry”
“Then you should have picked something that was closer by”
“You’re so cruel, Ango. I’m a poor boy with no home, starving and sad, and you are ridiculing me”
“You are staying in my apartment, eating my food. I don’t feel even a tiny bit bad for saying you act like a baby” Ango deadpanned.
Dazai was already bored of this conversation and was thinking of new ways to torment the man.
“Let’s watch a horror movie” Dazai smirked ominously
“No.” Ango refused. He had no intention of changing his mind about this “I hate horror movies and you know that”
Dazai decides to try a different tactic “But Odasaku likes them”
“And Odasaku isn’t here right now”
“Oh, but he will be back and then we will win through democracy.”
“My apartment, my TV, my choice of movies”
“So mister government intern doesn’t believe in democracy, huh?”
“Not when it comes to this. I still have nightmares about the terrifyer”
“And I’m the one that acts like a baby?”
“I’ll settle on a semi gory nature documentary”
They negotiated back and forth and before they even noticed Oda was back
“A movie based on a Stephen King book”
“Tim Burton movie at most”
“Boring”
“I’ll make you watch a romance movie”
“Ew. I’ll play the exorcist on my laptop over and over all night”
“I will kick you out”
“You two really never stop arguing”
Ango and Dazai turn sharply. They hadn’t noticed Oda coming in at all.
“Ango won’t let me watch a horror movie” Dazai whined
“Oh my god, don’t start again!” Ango groaned in frustration.
Oda handed each of them their food in hopes of shutting them up. It mostly worked so he got to pick a movie. In a petty move of revenge for the long drive (and to show his absolute loyalty to Ango) he picked “The Devil Wears Prada”.
“Hmmm, good choice dear” Ango remarked with a smirk and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Dazai just looked at him pitifully. Ultimately he decided this was a battle he wasn’t going to win. Nothing could win out over the cheesiness of Oda and Ango’s stupid romance. He enjoyed his food quietly. It really was quite good. His noodles had that distinct taste of cheap noodles, that odd butteriness that wasn’t quite buttery, the distinctive crispness, the copious amount of salt that covered up any of the flaws in the other ingredients.
It was perfect.