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'What's with the look? Never got his hair done before?' Chuuya mentally questioned himself, staring at the boy who sat in front of him. Chuuya wore one of Dazai's white button-ups, although most of the buttons were undone. Plus some dark gray boxers that ended at the top of his thighs.
Meanwhile, Osamu sat comfortably behind him, preparing some scissors and a razor. He had a wicked grin on his face, as if he was plotting something terrible for later.
Ryuunosuke bit his lip, looking horrified. He had never gotten a haircut from someone who wasn't a trained barber. But, the overall idea of those two handling his look also added to that growing fear in his chest.
"Dazai. Scissors." Chuuya demanded, stretching his hand out behind him. Osamu complied, happily placing the shears in his palm.
When he felt the appliance there, Chuuya immediately got to work. Snipping at the long, frosted tips of Ryuunosuke's hair before moving onto the back.
"Hm, I had no idea you were a hairdresser, Chuuya." Osamu giggled, resting a hand on his partner's upper leg.
"Shut it. You know I'm not." He responded. Chuuya was far too focused on his current task than whatever bullshit he was spewing.
With each noise of the scissors shifting against each other, Chuuya earned a yelp or a sharp breath from Ryuunosuke.
He lit a cigarette, placing it in his mouth before continuing. Not long after, the smell of tobacco filled the air. A thin trail of smoke escaped from the item between Chuuya's lips.
The scent alone made Ryuunosuke cough a few times, looking embarrassed by it afterwards. That made Dazai raise an eyebrow, and Chuuya put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, if the smoke is too much, I can put it out if ya want." He didn't want their new member to die on the first day, obviously. But, nonetheless, Ryuunosuke shook his head violently and mumbled something.
"Sorry..." It was quiet. If Chuuya didn't have good hearing, it wouldn't have been audible. Listening someone say that, especially from someone like Ryuunosuke, made Chuuya's expression falter.
"Don't be. If you didn't do anything, don't apologize." He slung an arm around the younger's shoulders, giving him a slight smile. "M'kay?" Chuuya ruffled Ryuunosuke's hair, taking a break from the cutting.
"Mhm." Thay was all he replied with, tears welling up in his eyes. No one had ever treated him with such care except for his sister, Gin. To someone else, whatever Chuuya was doing could count as the bare minimum. Though, it meant the world to Ryuunosuke.
Meanwhile, Osamu brushed off the ointment from his fingers onto his red plaid pants. Since he'd just finished up putting fresh bandages on his chestal cuts. A dark look took form in his cocoa-colored irises. Jealousy.
In his head, he claimed it wasn't fair for a new recruit to get such princess treatment from someone as pretty as Chuuya. Which, technically, he just wanted Chuuya to baby him instead.
Yet, knowing Osamu, he'd never admit that.
"Chuuyaaaa!" He called out loudly, wrapping his arms around his partner's slim waist. "Are you done yet? When's it my turn?" Just when Chuuya thought that Osamu's whining couldn't get any worse, it most definitely did.
"Your turn for what? Cutting Akutagawa's hair? Like hell I'd let'cha do that." The bite in his voice made the suicidal teen smirk. He loved seeing Chuuya get all riled up over the smallest things. It was endearing and attractive at the same time.
"Whatever. But can I at least fix his eyebrows? I wanna help!" With a groan, the redhead massaged his temples. As if he was attempting to rid himself of the negative thoughts in his head.
"Fine. Just don't mess it up." He warned, pointing the scissors at Osamu. "Or else I'll kill you for sure." At that, he started up the razor, plugging it into a nearby outlet.
The soft sounds of buzzing and snipping filled the room, Ryuunosuke's leftover hair fell to the ground. Strand by strand. Chunk by chunk. Piece by piece. Until his unruly bangs were gone, his neck hair had been shaved off, and his hair looked so much cleaner overall.
When he looked into a mirror, Ryuunosuke barely recognized himself. From being the boy from the slums, to a thirteen year-old Port Mafia member.
The new appearance would've been amazing. That is, if his eyebrows were still intact.
"Dazai, what the FUCK did you do?!" Chuuya's eyes held a mortified shine in them. One that told Osamu that he was in big trouble.
"My hand slipped." Was all he said, shoving the appliance behind his back. Although the damage had already been done, Ryuunosuke didn't mind one bit.
Instead, his bottom lip started quivering. Sclera and pupils got glossed over, wet with fresh and salty tears. Ryuunosuke turned around, looking up at Chuuya.
"Ah, shit- Sorry, kid..." He ran a hand through his orange curls, not having any clue on what to do with crying people. "Dazai really fucked up on your eyebrows, but I can try and draw them on if you wa-"
"T-thank you." A small sniffle came from Ryuunosuke. "Thank you so much, Nakahara-san." He had pulled Chuuya into a tight embrace, crying silently into the warm skin of his chest. Some of the droplets got onto the older's shirt, but he didn't care.
"No problem. I kinda did a shitty job though." Chuuya snickered, laughing at himself. "But, ya look good. You really do." He carded his fingers through Ryuunosuke's locks, holding him against his torso.
Osamu's expression seemed to soften. A slight smile curling up onto his lips. His tilted his head to rest on Chuuya's shoulder, slumping against him.
And the three of them sat there. At the moment, they were the only people in the world. Sitting on the floor, huddled together like some kind of family. A really messed up one, but hey. No one's perfect.
"Y'know, we should totally do this again. Like, give the others haircuts!"
"Pssh, in your dreams."