hello i haven’t been doing much for @meroniaevent bc bad writer’s block and my job, but i made up some stuff for the last couple of days (hey, they may be late but i did something?) i did my best to write this but also writer’s block kicked my ass so it’s not my best (still hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!!)
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Near glanced at Mello’s fingers tapping against the armrest. They weren’t even up in the air yet, but he was already restless. There was something about airplanes that Mello disliked. Perhaps the energy they lacked.
A fuzzy voice came on over the speakers, informing them that they were to take off. Near slid on his headphones, blocking out all noise.
The takeoff was smooth, thankfully. Mello stared out the window the whole time as if it was the only entertainment he had. Near had always let him have the window seat because he didn’t like watching them leave the ground.
Mello’s fingers move from the armrest to tap against Near’s hand, then arm, then shoulder. Near swats him away each time, until Mello’s arm is thrown around his shoulder again, this time without the insistent tapping.
“You have your computer for a reason,” Near said, lifting one side of his headphones.
“It’s more fun bugging you.” Mello kissed his cheek. “I hate staring at screens for hours, I want to talk to you.”
“I want to take a nap.”
“Boring.”
“We could’ve taken the private jet and it wouldn’t be so boring.”
“Matt asked to use it before I knew we were going.”
“It’s still your own fault. You can take a nap too.” Mello gives him a withering, dissatisfied look, but leaves him be nonetheless.
Heeding his advice, Mello did drift off asleep after some time of shifting around incessantly. Though he has a small pillow, he chose to rest his head against Near’s shoulder. When Mello is asleep on flights, it’s the only time Near has any peace and can fall asleep too.
Unfortunately, Near jolted awake no more than a few minutes later from turbulence. The pilot comes on overhead, warning everyone a little too late about it. He gripped Mello’s hand, waking him up too.
Near grimaces as the aircraft shudders again. His body has a strange way of not listening to his brain, which tells him that everything is fine. The fast beating in his chest argues otherwise.
“Try to fall back asleep,” Mello suggests blearily, putting an arm around Near’s shoulder. Near ignores him. They’ve both been on enough flights to know that won’t work.
They’re close enough to landing that Near just deals with it, holding tight onto Mello’s hand. Mello, despite looking like he was about to nod off again, tried to distract Near, talking to him and handing him toys to play with.
Near only relaxed once the plane hit the runway, safely on the ground. Mello was still chattering on about something or other, though he didn't need to anymore. They weren’t in the air anymore and that was good enough.
“See, wasn’t so bad?” Mello teased, poking at Near’s shoulder.
“If I recall, you were the only one complaining about the flight.” Near turned his nose up, giving Mello a fake scathing look.
“Oh, fuck off,” Mello said, amused. Near grabbed his bag off the overhead compartment, walking down the aisle, and leaving Mello to grab his own and catch up. At the very least, Near would admit flights were easier with Mello there with him.
The private jet still would’ve been better though.
Dazai being invited into a celebration for mafio and yakuza bosses. He's allowed to bring Chuuya with him. After eating and drinking, he heard from one of the bosses that there will be a grand performance. The room soon went dark, and the spotlight was on a girl on a chair. With a cello. Soon the girl played a piece. A painful familiar piece.
