Chuya Nakahara exes.au.

Chuuya and Osamu's relationship probably began in middle school, when they were sixteen. Things seemed to be going well; they had arguments and fights, but they always stood by each other. However, some turning point shattered the warmth they'd been trying to maintain. Chuuya considered Dazai selfish for his constant pursuit of death, and Dazai for his inability to understand him. However, their mutual friends knew that their problem was that they simply couldn't talk calmly. They weren't yet accustomed to serious relationships.

After this breakup, Chuuya distracted himself with wrestling training, the gym, and games. Dazai, on the other hand, had his saccharine ways—girls, flirting. Of course, sometimes he got tired of it too, so he'd just bury his head in books or commit suicide. Even friendship barely survived between them—constant bickering, barbed remarks, and jokes. They warded off their longing for each other as best they could.

Three years passed, and neither Chuuya nor Dazai had been able to find a replacement for each other, and of course, pride wouldn't allow them to speak first. At the graduation disco, when the enormous gymnasium had transformed into a dance floor illuminated by bright lights, decorations, and the elegantly dressed graduates, Chuuya stood to the side, his gaze fixed on one person: Osamu. Osamu himself kept his gaze fixed on him. They realized the silence had dragged on. But who would step across this chasm?

"You understand everything, Chuuya," the brunette whispered softly, his amber gaze narrowing. The music seemed like extraneous noise to him; right now, what mattered was the gaze of someone for whom he hadn't completely lost his feelings.

"You always put the blame on me, Osamu," the redhead whispered, quieter than the draft in the hall, without taking his eyes off me.

It seemed like an eternity of staring, but finally they both took a step forward. As luck would have it, the music gave way to a waltz. Reaching each other, they wordlessly grabbed each other, beginning to twirl in the dance.

"Even in the dance, I lead," the red-haired man said, not taking his frowning gaze off his partner.