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Part of the Killing Game
Chuuya inspected the seashell he had picked up, contemplating the entire shitstorm that was...this fucking game apparently.
He didn’t sleep well that night. There was apparently a curfew that started at ten at night and while the subtle threats made it apparent there would be consequences, he stayed for at least another hour to see if he could find anything suspicious.
He tried to break into some of the labs, but they were apparently for different people and after trying to keep a low profile, he returned to his room after midnight. But not before pushing a note under Dazai’s door.
Now, whether he comes or not, it’s his choice.
At least, they’d have some privacy if he came to the beach. They’d have a conversation that wouldn’t have twelve people gawking at them because Dazai spilled the beans on their former relationship and trying to spice things up. He knew he did it for a reason, but it still pissed him off.
Either way, Chuuya would have to be careful with whatever he said to Dazai. He couldn’t fucking say that they knew about Arahabaki with all the cameras, so he’d have to be...subtle. He sure as hell wasn’t going to say it and he’d have to make sure that whatever he said wouldn’t be something the bear would pick up either.
Chuuya sighed, as he saw the sky slowly brighten—the sun rising up with the gentle waves of the sea. He dug his heel into the sand and threw the seashell as far as he could, seeing it meet the water with a splash.