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(n) an exchange of diverging or opposite views, typically a heated or angry one

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Y/n's heart was beating in his ears as his gaze on Dazai was slowly beginning to focus on him and not the body that was passed out. His breathing was heavy as he tried his best to steady it. He glanced at the chair that Dazai had threw at Romeo. His shocked expression caused Dazai to worry.

"Y/n!" Dazai called out as he ran up to Y/n to check on his co-worker. "Oh shit, are you okay? Nothing hurts right? Did he do anything to you? Are you okay?"

"What..." Y/n breathed out. His confusion slowly turned into aggravation. "What are you doing here?" He sneered. The tone in his voice was sharp and the way he said his words were harsh.

Taken aback by the sudden snap, Dazai recoiled slightly, raising a brow. "Excuse me...?"

Y/n furrowed his brows as he slapped Dazai's hand away from him as he stood up on his own. "I had that fight. I didn't need your help."

Dazai scoffed as he stood up too. He brushed his suit as he slightly glared at Y/n. "You needed help, Y/n. That guy was about to rape you, for god's sake!" He shouted as he gestured to the passed-out Romeo.

"I don't care," Y/n said in a harsh tone. He walked over to his fallen boa and picked it up, dusting it from the rubble and dust it collected. "All I needed was a little longer and the moon would've passed. I would've been able to use my ability on him whenever I needed to. But no! You just had to mess everything up!"

Dazai rolled his eyes. "So, it was really okay for you to get raped, of all things, just for a stupid mission!?"

Y/n turned to face Dazai and snapped at him, "Yes!! It happened plenty of times in the past before, and I got my mission done thanks to it! You didn't need to knock Romeo out, Dazai! I had everything under control!! I had him, damnit!!"

Dazai could feel the frustration building up in him. He just couldn't believe what Y/n was saying at the moment. Was this really normal for Y/n? And how was he, someone who hates consensual sex on others, be more than willing to have it done to him? It just made Dazai so angry that Y/n would throw away his body - his life - for something like this, a stupid mission.

"Get your head out of the clouds, Y/n!!" Dazai yelled in frustration. "You're whole life isn't about missions and commissions! You need to think about yourself, stop being so selfless!!"

Selfless; a word that Y/n was foreign to, but only because he had never heard it being used to describe himself. Y/n furrowed his brows as he gripped onto his boa. "What really is the meaning of 'selflessness'? All I've been doing, all I know is doing missions and getting it done, no matter what.

"You know how my life was, Dazai, before the ADA picked me off the streets. You have no say in what I do or don't do."

Dazai grunted in disgust and rolled his eyes. "I'm done with his conversation," he said as he turned to walk out of the office. "Just arrest the guy for your commissioner so that we can both go home."

Y/n's eyes lowered at the ground. "Running away from the problem again... just like how you ran from the mafia... huh?"

Y/n's collar was suddenly gripped. He was slightly lifted off the ground as his eyes slightly widened from shock from the sudden action. Dazai stared at Y/n with dead-like eyes as he frowned. His brows twitched showing that he was rightfully pissed off.

"My life in the mafia is none of your business..." Dazai muttered with a low voice.

Y/n's eyes narrowed. He glanced down at the hand that Dazai used to grab him with, then back at his eyes. He remembers that Dazai's right hand was used to execute his enemies. However, the left, was clean of any fresh blood. Dazai was using his right hand to hold Y/n's collar.

"If you don't want me in your space..." Y/n started as he smacked Dazai hand away from him. "...then don't get into mine. I'll make this quick for you, then we won't have to see each other for the rest of the night, deal?"

Y/n walked over to the fallen Romeo. He crouched down to check his pulse. Once he knew that Romeo was okay, he took out a pair of cuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back. He was given special cuffs to cancel out a person's ability, making it very useful in situations like these.

Y/n pulled out his phone and went to his speed dial. "Hello? Yeah, it's me. Consider the mission completed," he spoke simply, completely ignoring the argument that he had just had with Dazai.

Dazai took a deep breath as he gritted his teeth. He was just ignored by Y/n, even though he was just worried about Y/n's wellbeing. He slightly scoffed as he turned away. He rushed down the halls to get to the elevator and start the car. As he walked down the hall, he made sure to step over the body of people that he had to fight to get to the office.

Y/n glanced at Dazai's back as he left. He narrowed his eyes. 'I should've just let myself get burned from the moon...' He thought to himself.

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The car ride to Y/n's house was silent. No one dared to move, nor did they even talk to one another. Dazai kept his eyes on the road, not even sparing Y/n's a glance to the back seat. Y/n sat in silence, looking out the window as the lights of buildings and cars illuminated his face.

Y/n held onto a bottle of tequila as he would sip from it every once in a while. A small blush was raising on his cheeks as he did so. He was slowly getting drunk, but he didn't mind, he wanted to forget that this night even happened in the first place.

Dazai soon came to a stop in front of a semi-large house. Once he did, Y/n said nothing but got out the car, slamming the door and walking to his front door. He didn't even bother to give Dazai and thank you, or even acknowledge the man. Dazai's eyes shifted for a moment before he started to drive off once again.

Y/n's eyes were droopy as he walked into his kitchen. He poured the rest of his alcohol into a cup as he put a cherry in it to make it even slightly sweeter to cover up the burning sensation of alcohol going down his throat and into his stomach.

Y/n doesn't drink often. In fact, he barely does. However, when he does drink it would be in large amounts. Bottles after bottles, drinking away to forget whatever happened. He didn't care about alcohol poisoning because he knows that his ability won't allow it. So, Y/n just drinks until he's silent.

Y/n let out a stuttered sigh as he finished his cup in one go. He looked out of his kitchen window, gazing at the stars outside of his house. A large blush was across his cheeks as he just leaned over his counter in a dazed manner.

"Y/n?" A voice called out.

Y/n didn't even flinch. He just slowly looked behind him and noticed a sleepy Atsushi with a blanket draped over his shoulder as he was holding onto a pillow. It seemed like Atsushi had just woken up, was it because of the noise? Now Y/n feels bad for waking Atsushi up by just coming home.

Atsushi rubbed his eyes as he looked at Y/n with a hint of worry. "Y/n? Was your mission okay?" He then sniffed the air and noticed the bottle that Y/n had put off to the side. "Have you... been drinking?"

"Don't worry about it..." Y/n grumbled, his voice lowered, the tone was tired. "Just... go back to bed."

Atsushi looked at Y/n worried as he quickly went over to the sink and filled an empty, clean, cup with water. He gently gave it to Y/n, making sure that he gripped onto it. "Here, this should help a little bit."

Y/n glanced at the cup before taking a sip from it. His gaze from the stars now stared at Atsushi with an emotion that the tiger could not figure out. "Atsushi..."

Y/n leaned towards Atsushi, his nose barely touching the other's. Atsushi flinched at Y/n's actions. Now that Y/n was closer to him, Atsushi could see everything about Y/n's features that the moon illuminated. The sparkle in Y/n's eyes, how his face would shine due to the light make up he had, and the red blush on Y/n's face due to the alcohol. It made Atsushi's heart beat faster.

"Atsushi..." Y/n said again.

"Y... Yes, Y/n?" Atsushi whispered.

Y/n let out a tired hum before grabbing Atsushi by the back of his head and pulling him closer to him. "You are so kind... too kind... This world doesn't deserve you... I don't deserve you... Hell... I don't deserve to be in this world anyways... I'm sinful, nothing but a walking prostitute.... And here you are... helping me of all people... You are kind... so... kind..."

Atsushi slightly blushed at Y/n's words. However, he looked down and at Y/n's shoulder solemnly. "I... don't think so..."

"You don't think so...? So odd..." Y/n murmured. "Because I think so..."

Atsushi grabbed onto one of Y/n's hands, holding it in both of his. The size difference was obvious with not just the way Y/n towers over him, but also how big his hands were compared to him. His fingers were longer and smoother than his. Y/n's palms held more power in them as they flowed with an unknown energy through his veins.

"I was nothing but a street rat before you took me in," Atsushi said as he held onto Y/n's hand, squeezing it slightly. "If there's someone that the world doesn't deserve, it's you, Y/n. You say I am kind, but you are a hundred times better than I am. You sacrifice a lot for those around you, I know it. You sacrificed your home for me, you sacrificed your money for my wellbeing. I don't think that you being sinful should be a word to describe yourself as."

Atsushi smiled softly, a blush on his face turning pink. "You probably won't remember this in the morning when you're hungover, but you really do make so many people around you happy. And when someone cares for you, they get worried, like how I'm worried for you. Thank you, Y/n, for everything...

"I lov-" Atsushi was cut off when he looked up and a finger was placed on his mouth.

Y/n looked down at Atsushi with droopy eyes. "Don't say that... Not to me... You don't love me... Words... I liked your words for me... I... am happy that you said them... But an 'I love you' is not words for me... Save it... for someone else... someone better... Not... Not me...

"Love is precious... I am lust... Lust is sinful... I've been told I was sinful... So, please, Atsushi... love someone else... not someone like me..." Y/n's head began to nod, he leaned down on Atsushi's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Love someone... better... I beg you..." And he was asleep.

Atsushi stared at Y/n. His small frown slowly turned into a small smile as tears build up in his eyes. He held onto Y/n, pulling him close as he rested his forehead on his shoulder. Atsushi's shoulders shook as he silently cried to himself.

"'Love is precious' he says..." Atsushi muttered. "'Love someone better' he begged... But there is no one better than you, Y/n. I will be here, waiting for you, I will wait for you to be ready to be loved by the world and stop tearing yourself down by such harsh words.

"The world does not deserve you; you deserve the world..."

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