For ningen.

[hurrayformarriage]

[It had mostly been a joke.

Chuuya had claimed neither of them could write a poem if their lives depended on it. Odasaku had accepted the challenge on behalf of himself and Dazai, and told Chuuya they'd write whatever kind of poem was hardest. Tanizaki had been in the area, and, well... Tanizaki.

So here they are in Odasaku's room, writing erotic poetry.]

Any luck with yours?

[Maybe this wasn't a super great idea.]

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[hurrayformarriage]

[Well, okay, he's sitting in a chair now and looking up at Dazai.]

You don't gotta if you don't wanna. We'll call it a draw.

[Competitions are one thing, but he'd feel terrible if Dazai pushed himself just for the sake of competition.]

[ningen]

Just... be quiet and let me try.

[His cheeks are a little pink, and he's looking everywhere but at Odasaku's face, but Dazai still gets down on his knees and pushes Odasaku's legs apart so he can scoot in closer. The look of determination on his face is probably kind of adorable.]

[hurrayformarriage]

[It's super adorable. Oda will shut up obediently. Instead of answering, he sets a hand in Dazai's hair - he knows better than to mess it up too much, at least without permission, so for now he just lightly curls his fingers in the strands.

Of course, he's still hard. Making Dazai come hadn't exactly taken away from his arousal.]