“Chuuya-kun, are you sure they didn’t invite us here to assassinate us?”

Chuuya simply rolls his eyes.

"It’s a movie night, I doubt they're planning on killing us. Besides, we're in a cinema, there are hundreds of civilians in here. They can't do anything to us."

He pauses for a few moments before turning to look at you.

"You seem on edge. Is something wrong?"

You gesture at the sign, “The theatre’s closed.”

Chuuya looks at the sign as well.

"Huh? So they invited us here despite having a closed theater? That seems..."

He pauses for a moment, before shrugging it off.

"I mean, it is Dazai and Atsushi. They probably rented this place to watch movies in secret. They don't exactly follow the rules."

You glance at Chuuya briefly, noting his conflicted expression, “Are you going to go short ginger chihuahua mode on Dazai?”

"Hah! As if!"

Chuuya says this, but his tone lacks conviction.

"I mean...no. No. Just because he defected from the Mafia, and did it while we were on a mission..."

He pauses, before sighing.

"Yeah...I might."

You quirk an eyebrow, “You didn’t notice that I called you short.”

"...What makes you think I didn't notice? I just didn't want to entertain you by showing reaction."

Chuuya says this as defensively as possible, glaring at you.

"I’m not short, by the way."

You pat his head affectionately, since you’re half a head taller than him, “And the feisty shorty has returned.”

Chuuya’s face goes red with embarrassment. He grits his teeth, pushing your hand away with a pout on his face.

“Don’t…do that.”

There’s no use hiding it, his tsundere-ness is seeping through the cracks.

You smile at him cheekily and Chuuya feels a sense of fondness for you.

“Stop smiling.”

He says this half-heartedly. Your presence puts him at ease in some way. His heart beats steadily, as his eyes meet yours.

“And stop calling me short, I’m not even that…”

Chuuya trails off, his eyes flickering for a second. He pauses, and averts his gaze from yours.