Smooth
chuya/atsushi + kiss on the neck
Atsushi had been avoiding alcohol like the plague, partly because technically he shouldn’t and partly because he didn’t count on having the tolerance and/or skill not to make a fool of himself once he had drunk anything.
Instead of that, he was currently joining Kyôka and Kenji for a game that mainly consisted in throwing crumpled paper balls into tinier and tinier places. First it had been a garbage can, soon they had moved into regular plastic cups, and right then Kyôka was daring them to try with shot glasses which had been left alone for a while.
“I don’t think I could--” His upcoming monologue about how he completely doubted his motor skills could achieve such a feat was cut out when Atsushi felt a sudden touch on his neck.
Quickly turning his head to look at whatever that had been, he almost headbutted a very satisfied looking Chûya who may or may not be pretty drunk already. Then he realized Dazai was laughing somewhere behind his back. And he started putting the pieces together.
“Did you just kiss me, Chûya-san?” When the answer he got was a smug expression and a nod, Atsushi couldn’t help but cover his face with his hands, feeling how he was starting to get redder than Kyôka’s kimono.
(Also on ao3.)

















