#yes this is lowkey ot3 fic ok <3 let me have this

[voidcat]

– three cheers

characters: dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, you

warnings: non,, just mentions of drinking,, maybe dazai lowkey ooc? idk im tired its midnight

a/n: certain cheap wines with slightly above average alcohol level that hits rather fast are mimiced as "dog killer" here... dont worry no dog was ever harmed, at least, not that i know of. happy birthday dazai lets listen to twin fantasy at 3am next time <3

when dazai heard a knock on his door in the middle of the night, he had little idea as to what the cause might be.

and out of all the possible scenarios that couldv'e taken place, he certainly didn't expect to see chuuya and you standing,

–you with a huge grin on your face, a telltale sign that you are up to no good; and chuuya, hands stuffed in his pockets, head turned to the side, looking bored with his hunched shoulders.

"not that i'm not happy to see you but what is the mea-" dazai begins before he can finish.

something big, flat and hard pushed onto his chest, you throw your hands up: "happy birthday!"

that sure is one way to put it, and it seems he has forgotten, again.

"before you begin with the refusals, hear me out! alright? alright!" it's almost funny how energetic you sound right now, compared to the state you are often in during the day.

"so, it is simple. here, in your hands is a vinyl of Bury Me At Makeout Creek and here-" hands stopped midair, you turn to chuuya quickly, opening and closing your palm to his face.

("where is it?" you hurriedly whisper as chuuya reaches for whatever it was kept between his right arm and side.)

"and here is a bottle of, uh, what did they call it there again?" another look shot at chuuya for help but he just rolls his eyes. pushing the bottle to dazai, you shake your head with a shrug.

another action fall short as you snap your fingers with an 'aha!' "dog killer! at least, that's the best i could translate it, i suppose."

dazai cannot help but perk up at the unusual title of the wine. when looking at the bottle, nothing of the sorts seem to come to eye.

his reaction must've caught your attention. "nevermind the name. just know that it's like, cheap wine that hits quickly, y'know?" he takes another look at the bottle with a rather unattentive bow on top and the vinyl you've wrapped up nicely.

"so here's how it'll go down.-" cheeriness put aside, a sense of graveness takes hold of your voice.

"at around 2am, you'll put on this vinyl, and don't worry, you can use my record player, it's set up in your room already." he figures he doesn't want to learn when or how you found a way in... one can ony hope it wasn't at a bad moment.

"then open this bottle of wine and chug it," you raise your index and point at it as you say so, "-as you listen to the songs over and over. and think." from pointing to poking, you do so as if stabbing him. "really think, over the lyrics, over yourself. i dont care whether it's self projection or seeing others in it as long as you get the full experience of it."

as you speak, your presence stands out more with each note you hit, chuuya blends into the background more and more, and what else to be expected when his body screams 'i was dragged here!'.

but the two of you know him better than this, to the point if he wished to stay at his place, he would so, that nothing could drag him, not even god itself, if it exists.

dazai cannot help as a little smile makes way to his face. to how serious you've gotten all of a sudden when talking about mitski or how chuuya took the time to dress and accompany you in the middle of the night.

"hey! don't make that face." your agitated voice snaps him out of his thoughts, as well as chuuya. "we all know how you rest your ear against my door whenever i'm blasting this album at 3am. do you know how hard it was to find? i got it for you before myself..." you shake your head with crossed arms.

rubbing over his ear, chuuya gives you a glare "warn me next time you're gonna scream, won't you?"

flaring up your hand to his face, you brush him off with a 'sure sure, whatever you say.'

it's weird, and joyful. chuuya keeps glaring at you, growing more and more impatient, while you jump from one expression to another, definitely too much and too quick to handle in the late hours of the night.

still, dazai wants to smile, or laugh at how the two of you bicker by his door. he wants to do something, say something, but he's not sure what it is. he wasn't even expecting this to be honest and he is still somewhat convinced he is currently stuck in a dream.

he cannot recalling telling you his birthday, ever, so it must've been chuuya to inform you of it.

he catches onto a "what am i even doing here with you to nutjobs anyway?" from chuuya, as you poke his side, making him jump for the second time, and let out a cheery "because you love us, don't ya!"

turning his head away in a blink to avoid your and dazai's gazes, chuuya shoves his hands back into his pockets rather harshly this time. quietly he mumbles something about the two of you being the 'banes of his damned existence' and 'what a mistake it was', followed by typical words and curses he lets out until his muttering halts as he stares at the two of you with wide eyes.

"...w- what are you two idiots staring at?" is all chuuya can let out before you clap your hands in excitement. "he didn't deny it!" you yell at dazai while he picks up from where you've left with a "look at this, chuuchuu loves us!"

one second covering his ears and next his fists balled up at both sides, moving in anger, chuuya tries to get over the loud musings of the two of you.

('w- wha-? no! thats not what i said! hey are you assholes even listeni-)

dazai spots the tears coming from your eyes, not that you're bothering to hide them now, as chuuya still jumps in his place but you all know the tantrum he is throwing is fake.

cluthing the items to his chest again, dazai speaks with a gentler and quiter voice: "well, in honor of chuuya admitting to loving us,"

("-hey! who said anything 'bout admitting!" chuuya's squealing falls on deaf ears)

"and of you getting older, don't you forget it!" you sneak in,

"sure sure, that too." dazai chuckles. no point in trying to make you forget it, or you forbid, allow dazai and chuuya forget.

to his dismissive tone, you cross your arms again but your expression tells you're not angry at him. "why don't you two come inside and we can act out that plan of yours together?" he completes his suggestion.

"we're gonna need more than one bottle, ya'know," chuuya snatches the bottle from him as he smiles and makes way inside, patting his arm as he passes dazai.

"i'll set this up then." you grab the vinyl, albeit, less harsher. "and i'm sure i've hidden a bottle of vodka somewhere here." you call out to chuuya.

maybe it's time dazai did a little inspection at his place after all...

"happy birthday again osamu." you say to him with a smile, smaller than the ones you've granted them so far, but one that reflects into your eyes as well.

dazai decides in this moment, as he leans against the door frame and watch the two of you run around to prepare as if it's your place, that maybe birthdays aren't so bad after all.