#CHUUYAAA

[mackereldoesart]

I completely forgot about this lil comics I had made as a Christmas gift lol Chuuya, as y'all will agree, deserves happiness.

[chuuyaa-nakaharaa]

I'm just fine.. I'm pretty average.

The voices

— @dazaii-osamuu

What?

[etrevil]

yes. his hat is the party hat 🥳

[ruanais]

fem,,,fem dazai and aku >///<

I fell down the floor and threw my phone when I saw dazai :D

[saenora]

tr 🤝 bsd

pulling me back into their phase

[tsukiboo]

let’s reverse the script a lil shall we? let’s imagine him tying your hands behind your back when he’s eating you out….his arms wrapped around your thighs leaving you helplessly trapped in this sick game of him over stimming you till you can’t anymore (or till he’s done which ever comes first).

it was cute after the first time he made you cum but after what seemed like the fourth, tears couldn’t help but fall from your eyes as you begged him that it was just “t-too much” but you weren’t too convincing when your hips were bucking into his face when you were just so close to cumming again, leaving you whiny and breathless after each time. —

“f-fuck.. i c-can’t please” your voice not even sounding like your own anymore, desperate to run your hands through his soft hair to pull him even closer despite your words. “let me touch you.. promise I’ll b good”

his groan in response was clear that he didn’t wanna stop, nor did he plan to. but how could he just say nothing to that cute voice of yours? he was pussydrunk not a bully— “in a minute baby, in a minute” his eyes locked on your swollen clit that his lips desperately wanted to suck. thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh his eyes giving away at how full blown out on lust he was, you were too fucking pretty for words.

“just keep sitting there looking pretty for me” placing a kiss where his thumb once was as his head dove back down placing a kiss on your clit “so so fucking pretty”

reversed ver here

gojo, getou, toji, atsumu, bokuto, armin, jean, (y’all know i had to add eren cmon), reiner… sakusa, KAGEYAMA!!, osamu ofc, aran, dazai me thinks, CHUUYAAA, sae itoshi, and any of ur favs obvi

[chososcutie]

“Can You Take Both of Us?”

featuring soukoku ✧˖✟°౨ৎ .⊹♱ ݁ ˖

🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——— 🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——— 🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——— 🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——

art credits to pinterest and original artists

🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——— 🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——— 🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——— 🂾 ☠︎ ❦ ——

a couple people requested a pt. 2 so here it is! ≽^˃̶͈ 𐃷 ˂̶͈^≼ (pt.1)

this is genuinely so filthy i m so sorry

tags: threesome, double penetration, anal, unprotected sex, dry humping, squirting, voyeurism (they get caught), premature ejaculation, etc etc.

word count: 1.5k

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Dazai surges forward to press you into the table. "The question is, can you take both of us?"

Your breath hitches at the question, legs instinctively spreading as your mouth dries at the absolutely lewd sight of the two impressive bulges of the men standing before you.

"I-"

"Of course she can, right darling?" Chuuya adjusts you, while simultaneously beginning to unbuckle his pants, the clinking of his belt making you shudder in anticipation.

"Look at her, she's already desperate for more," Dazai coos, hand caressing your cheek gently, as he presses himself against you.

You moan as you feel Dazai's length prodding into you, unconsciously grinding himself in slow, leisurely strokes.

Chuuya sighs as he frees himself from his pants, immediately gripping his thick, angry cock to pump it slowly, head falling back with relief at the friction.

Dazai smirks, his grinding increasing as he watches, heavy cock dragging along you, and causing arousal to seep out of you in rivulets, so much of it that it begins to run down your thighs and pool between your legs.

You tremble slightly. "I-I don't know..."

But before you can protest further, Dazai pushes you back against the bar table, and spreads your thighs further to reveal just how embarrassingly wet you already were for them.

"Mmm, I think you can.." He teasingly runs a finger along your slick folds, making you instantly shudder and try to shy away, clamping your legs together tightly.

But this proves to be no match however for Chuuya's strength, as in one fluid motion he grips you by the hips and hauls you upward, into his arms before lying back across the bar table, you on top of him.

"Dazai.." he grunts, already beginning to line up his cock to your entrance, gliding it along you gently.

"Yeah, yeah.." Dazai's front presses against your back, and you feel him begin to unbuckle his pants as well, from behind.

This was all happening so fast, you hardly have time to process what they're planning to do to you, before Chuuya is pushing himself deep into your snug walls, and all your thoughts are immediately forgotten.

"Fuuuuck.. y'er taking me so.. hah.. well." His eyes squeeze shut, grip on your hips tightening, as you sit atop him, his cock slowly sinking into you, inch by inch.

You shift, a soft, saccharine moan floating out of your mouth, as you arch up, his thick cock bullying into you so meanly.

Gently, he bounces you atop him, your walls stretching around him as more cries of pleasure leave your mouth.

"Chuuyaaa.." You hear a whiny voice from behind as Dazai pulls your ass into him further. "You're hogging her.."

Chuuya's eyes squeeze shut, whether from irritation or restraint, you can't tell. "Well, then hurry up."

Eagerly, you feel Dazai's narrow, long cock rubbing against your bare ass, gentle, bandaged hands smoothing over you.

With nimble fingers, he reaches around to your front, to toy with your pulsing clit, soaking his fingers in your slick.

You moan, as Chuuya's dick twitches inside you faintly, Dazai pumping his cock a few times with it as lube, and smearing it over you too, for good measure.

"Hnngh.. m'gonna.. hah.. put it in now, mmkay?"

Gently, Dazai's hands push you further onto Chuuya, lifting your ass higher in the air as he traces over your hole teasingly, before plunging himself in.

You're now sandwiched between the two, you on top of Chuuya and Dazai behind, hands gently kneading the fat of your ass as he fits himself in all the way.

You're practically shaking at this point, the feeling of both their cocks throbbing in sync almost too much for you to bear. The fullness of them inside you is slightly uncomfortable, but mostly arousing, as you feel yourself stretched obscenely around them to accommodate both of their sizes.

Chuuya is thick, thicker than anybody you've ever been with, and while Dazai is nowhere near as thick, he's long, so long that you swear you can feel his tip brushing Chuuya's, though that was physically impossible.

"Filthy girl, you love being filled in both holes like a little slut, hm?"

"Fuck.. 'chu... 'samu..!" You don't know which of their names to say as Chuuya begins to bounce you again, Dazai thrusting into you from behind, your breasts jiggling and whole body moving with their combined force.

You can barely hold yourself upright as they quickly start to build speed, both of them grunting, and thrusting perfectly in sync with each other.

"Chuuya.." Dazai practically moans out. "Wanna bet she screams my name when she cums?"

Chuuya's thrusts turn particularly rough as he scowls, tone slightly breathier than usual while beginning to bounce you faster. "You shithead. Why does everything have to be a.. ah.. competition with you?"

Dazai smirks, pulling your ass back into him faster, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air. "What? Scared you're gonna lose?"

"You.. fuck! You're gonna lose, Dazai." That being his only warning, he begins to slam your hips up and down on his cock, a bulge in your tummy disappearing and reappearing with every harsh thrust, as Dazai also speeds up, until you're ping-ponging back and forth between their bodies helplessly, being fucked straight out of oblivion, mind fuzzy and focused only on the two men pressed against you.

Dazai expertly reaches one hand around your waist to rub your puffy nub, earning a small moan from you as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

Chuuya, not wanting to be left out, reaches a hand up to squeeze tightly around your breast, leaning forward enough to take it into his mouth, tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple.

Your eyes are practically rolling back at this point, unsure of how much more you can take as the two men ruthlessly brand you as theirs.

"Bet you cum first, 'chuu.." Dazai grins smugly, all the while still pulling you back into him, cock disappearing in and out rapidly.

Chuuya, underneath you, does look to be struggling a bit, eyes half-open and small grunts coming out as he continues to move your hips to ride him, jaw clenching at his words. "Asshole, 'm not cumming first until you do.."

Eager to prove a point, Dazai's hand moves from where it had been toying with your pulsing clit, to lazily tighten around the base of Chuuya's cock, pumping in sync with his thrusts, one nimble finger tracing a prominent vein on the underside of him.

"Fuck..! Don't...!" Chuuya's voice comes out desperate as his hand reaches to pull Dazai's away, but it's too late, his hips already stuttering as he fills you with spurt after spurt of hot, white cum, shuddering as his head tilts back.

And you can't do anything but pathetically whine and take it, body shaking.

"Ngh.. 'samu... fuck... 'chu... 'chu.... Chuuya..!"

And then you're cumming, mind going blank as white-hot pleasure crashes over you, hard enough to make your toes curl and back arch upward as pathetic whines and moans leave you.

It's not until you open your eyes to see the two men staring at you, slack-jawed and the glistening sheen covering Chuuya's lower abdominals, that you realize you had squirted so sluttily all over them in your pleasure-filled haze.

At the sight, Dazai tips over the edge, spilling deep inside you, both their cocks throbbing in unison, as thick liquid steadily oozes out and stains the bar table underneath you.

As you all come down from your highs, all three of your bodies are sticky and sweaty against each other, but you can't bring yourself to pull away, feeling so warm and snug nestled between them.

"Well, what's Chuuya's reward?" Dazai's eyes glint mischievously.

You tilt your head. "Reward?"

"Since you said his name when you came, what does he get for winning the bet we made?"

Your eyes suddenly flash with an idea as you slide a glance over at him. "I know, c'mere 'chuu, and gimme a kiss."

Chuuya, still panting and out of it, lifts his head, before leaning his head forward, eyes closing instinctively.

You lean away though, and grin to Dazai whose hand comes to cup Chuuya's cheek, bending forward over your shoulder to eagerly connect his lips to Chuuya's, who instantly squirms with pleasure, eyes fluttering as Dazai's tongue comes to poke out, the kiss turning sloppy and messy, not realizing that it wasn't you who was kissing him.

As his eyes slightly flutter open in bliss, however and he's met with Dazai's brown, shaggy hair fanning around him, he gasps, but before he can push back, Dazai's on him, the kiss becoming more desperate and erratic in a hot, slobbery make-out.

Now, you're crushed between them as Dazai frantically kisses Chuuya, Chuuya's body arching up as Dazai grinds against you in slow, steady strokes, already hard and aching again.

And it's just then that the bar doors swing open, none other than Mori, the boss of all three of you, walking in.

"What the fuck are you three doing?"

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[flamie-42]

Chuuya saw in a movie once that someone kissed someone and they shut up after it. He tried it on Dazai

Dazai: *being annoying* Chibi! Chibi! Chuuya~ hey Chuuyaaa~ Chuuya: stop it Dazai Dazai: *doesn't stop* Chuuya: *kisses him* Dazai: *shocked* .... Chuuya: *relived* Ah what a wonderful sound of silence Dazai: *blushing and still cant process it* Chuuya: *proud of himself* wow that worked really well

Dazai ran confused to Kouyou who laughed at him too

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

──SOULMATE [Part-1]

⪩oneshot: Soulmates are meant to be with each other, even if death do them apart.

⪩pairing: Dazai x reader

⪩a/n: soulmate au where the soulmate will feel other's pain in form of flowers blooming in the hurt area

Nothing seemed to make Dazai happy. Sure the fake mask of his personality he wore everyday could deceive others, he could fool everyone but himself, and maybe his soulmate too. Dazai viewed it like a curse. Soulmates shouldn't exist in the first place. He couldn't help but empathize and feel sad for his soulmate, for every suicidal tactic he survived, his soulmate will be somewhere, getting hurt or injured by the flowers and thorns that grew. And yet, with no sign of revenge, his soulmate never sent him a flower when he sent a bouquet of them. Human mind is weird. Should he be happy about it? He didn't knew.

You were tired. You were so tired of this life, this soulmate link that existed between you and your soulmate. Whatever his job was, how could he be so reckless. At first, you thought maybe he is still in his teen spirit dirtbag era, but it wasn't the case. For every flower that bloomed on your skin left the scars of the openings. It pained a lot at first, but you got used to it. You wanted to end this connection. It was tiring for you. As you would sob about how tough your life get, another flower would bloom open in your arms, like a lover sending his love a bouquet of flowers. You would smile a little, maybe you weren't alone in the sufferings of this world, maybe your soulmate is too, and maybe, just maybe you both could fill the emptiness in your heart with each other.

You were walking on the street returning from your job when suddenly a sharp throbbing pain arises in your forehead. Did you forget to take your medicine? Is it because of you using your phone? Are you getting heartburn? What ever the reason was, it pained so much, it felt like someone wants to burst your head open with all the forces they got. You drop on your knees, holding the pain, it hurts so much, and you didn't even know what was the cause of that. People surrounded you, calling for an ambulance, and shifting you to a hospital. The last thing you remembered were the shocking faces of people and the concerned medical team trying to talk to you. And then, you lost consciousness.

Dazai was devastated, how could chuuya shoot his head thrice? "CHUUYAAA HOW COULD YOUUUU" Dazai whined, forgetting that his soulmate existed somewhere. Maybe he was selfish, maybe people would call him a person who lacked feelings, but did it matter when the world's fate was in his hands? Chuuya did nothing but shake his head in disapproval, as both of them were on their way to walk out of the prision. Dazai whistled led all his way walking, annoying chuuya every second he got. "Can you stop being annoying?" "Come on shorthat, we have been doing this since the long time" Dazai replied, his arm around Chuuya's shoulder as they walk, "Cant believe i still have to bend my knees to get to your height".

A brief moment of silence passed when Dazai wined in pain….No it wasn't the usual physical pain he felt for the first time, it was something intense and deep, an emotion he had never felt before….it felt like his soul would ripe apart if he breathe any longer and then he felt numb.

"Are you going to just stand still? we have the world to save you know?" Chuuya remarked, rolling his eyes as he opens the door stepping outside for others to see that infact they were alive. Dazai does nothing but remained silent at his remark, before walking out the door. Suddenly he felt something on his forehead, it was a withered leaf, sticking on his forehead. Maybe it came with the wind, yeah maybe.

His soulmate had died and it was way to long gone before he could have realized.

TAGLIST: @averagehisoilluenjoyer @high-on-dazai @ruru-kiss @kissesmellow21 @just2normalperson

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[petitesmafia]

domestic skk where Dazai's like "Chuuyaaa i can't sleep...maybe you can help me..." (flirtatious) and Chuuya's like ofc!! before leaning over and fucking head-butting Dazai. one shot KO Dazai's out like a light until the next morning

[mackereldoesart]

[ideasnstuff]

Dazai's second bi-panic.

For people immersed in immense darkness like Dazai, days were years.

By the age of fifteen he had a considerable body count, much more than other assassins.

The boy didn't get along with anyone. The only people he talked to were Mori, Hirotsu, and maybe the strange child.

And of the three, Hirotsu was the most bearable and pleasant to be around.

Therefore, Dazai Osamu thought every day whether joining the Port Mafia had really been worth it.

Why was he still alive anyway?

Ah, yes, because a creature decided to make him live.

Said creature named Nakahara Chuuya.

And speaking of him... Dazai hadn't seen Chuuya in weeks. The last time they saw each other was when the two went to the arcade as a result of a bet.

Other than that, he had never seen him again. The boy had disappeared beneath Kouyou's protective wings.

The woman had dressed him in ridiculous clothes and an equally ridiculous hat.

Dazai remembered the ridiculous appearance, even more ridiculous than his Sheep clothes.

Ew.

He knew that the boy had finished his basic training with Kouyou and would now be with a group of strangers.

The flags.

Dazai didn't like them, like he didn't like half the people.

He just didn't care about them. Simple as that.

But Dazai's days were filled with solitude, and admittedly, he missed the boy.

He felt too isolated from the world, as if he were a patch on a long cloth of another color.

It had no place there.

But with Chuuya, Dazai felt he could leave behind his unattainable facade. And because of that, he missed the outings they had.

He was so alone that he'd the feeling that seeing him again would make him want to live again.

The dark, cold and pungent life would be bright and soft.

...

Dazai was surprised by the unexpected turn his thoughts had taken.

What nonsense.

If there was any reason for Dazai to want to see him, it was to annoy him.

Yes, that's all.

And it wasn't necessarily Chuuya - anyone could do.

Unless they were so annoying that Dazai was forced to ignore them.

...

So all he had left was... Chuuya.

Sitting in the office chair, Dazai groaned in disgust.

It wasn't that he didn't know where Chuuya had gone - he knew everything about Chuuya.

But, going to him would... imply that Dazai wanted to see Chuuya. And that, he didn't want to be known.

So, he simply smiled sweetly at Kouyou until she gave him the address - which he already knew and went to the bar.

He did it in a way that didn't seem that he intended to find Chuuya there.

Dazai also knew Chuuya's schedule by heart, so he knew exactly when he would show up.

A long, shiny car stopped in front of the bar.

From there came the small, rebellious boy, wearing baggy, ridiculous clothes.

Disheveled hair and a annoyed expression.

"Thanks." the familiar voice echoed. It sounded like a distant melody that Dazai had long forgotten.

The car door closed, causing Dazai to wake up from his reverie. His gaze, which had been absently fixed on the ground, rose.

And.

Wait. Wait.

Wait-

Where... where are the ridiculous, long clothes?

And the disheveled hair?

And... and the angry face?

Why did Nakahara Chuuya, in front of Dazai, seem... different?

He looked away, feeling something strange, making the existence of feelings known.

"Perhaps it's not him..." he muttered almost unconsciously.

"Chuuyaaa!"

Dazai breathed out and prepared to turn on his heels. He needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Now.

"Oi!"

Chuuya's voice made Dazai freeze, his back already turned. He swallowed hard.

Light, elegant footsteps echoed, along with a noise that seemed to come from his pants pocket.

Oh...

He sighed, gaining, gathering strength

No, no, no, no.

Dazai wouldn't run away from the guy he called his dog.

It's Chuuya, it's okay it's okayitsokayitsokayitsokay-

"Oi. Dazai." Chuuya had snapped his gloved fingers in front of his face.

Perfume. Dazai could smell the scent of Chuuya's clothes.

Could it really be Chuuya?

Maybe it's another person-

"What are you doing here?" he asked, hands in his pockets, posture... elegant, and eyes that seemed more fascinating than before "Dazai?"

And Dazai wanted to talk, he really did. But he couldn't even make eye contact with Chuuya.

In the first ten seconds, he felt the need to run away.

But... he didn't. He just... diverged his gaze.

Chuuya's eyes narrowed and oh. Dazai noticed he had a ponytail and longer hair and-

Dazai put on the blankest face he could, even though his heart was beating at a crazy pace and his hands were warm.

"Chuuya." he said "Chuuya hasn't grown an inch"

The other lowered his eyebrows in threat.

"Go to hell." he said, rolling his beaut- just normal eyes, totally not special.

Nope, just a regular boy-

"So..." the glasses that were on his head, they fell forward and oh- it did suit him "... How have you been" he removed his sunglasses from his face with such an arrogant expression that- Dazai continued with his most empty expression.

He tried to stare at Chuuya, but his cheeks felt hot. He looked away.

"It's whatever." he showed fake disinterest.

Chuuya arched an eyebrow, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

And Dazai noticed that he was wearing a black suit that... fit him... too well.

The shoes... everything looked good on him. Had him always been like this?

He swallowed discreetly.

"Not everything is about Chuuya. I... " Chuuya looked flatly at him.

Dazai slightly widened the collar of his shirt with his index finger, feeling a cold wind. He stretched his neck uncomfortably. "I happen to have a job here. That's all."

He hoped that it would work.

The boy looked at him with suspicion in his eyes for a few moments, but then sighed, waving his hand slightly in the air.

"Good luck then, I suppose..."

Ah, finally Chuuya was showing signs of embarrassment. But it was probably because of the awkwardness.

The two hadn't seen each other for weeks and it was really strange to see someone who was out of sight on a daily basis.

His eyes softened a little, and Dazai returned the gaze. He swore he saw the corner of Chuuya's mouth twitch, threatening a small smile.

A smile that never came to appear.

Chuuya did indeed look much more mature and his appearance- didn't made him justice.

He was older. He seemed someone Dazai could respect-

What the hell was he thinking?

Gloss? Did he wear gloss? Or was Dazai's imagination running wild- again?

Chuuya took a step forward, getting closer to Dazai.

And when he did, he seemed to have sucked all the breathable oxygen out of him.

Calmdowncalm- it's Chuuya, he's disgusting and Dazai definitely isn't thinking about caressing his hair-

No. He isn't. He isn't thinking at ALL.

Chuuya closed his eyes and opened them in immediate sequence.

Something that might be called blinking eyes in clear, distinct confusion.

Something typical of someone who is confused, which would probably apply to the boy's case.

Dazai didn't understand why his chest felt like it was being squeezed tightly, as if his lungs were being crushed by the overwhelming - not at all significant - proximity.

But... thinking about it better... maybe it was the consequences of spending so much time alone.

Seeing Nakahara Chuuya in front of him dressed in emotions and light made him writhe with embarrassment.

The embarrassment of thinking, once, of ruining such singularity and uniqueness.

Chuuya wasn't that close to him. He couldn't even feel the air he was breathing, warm and soft.

But, his eyes seemed to corner him against an invisible wall.

And worst of all, Chuuya would definitely not be aware of his vigorous presence.

Dazai then realized that he had been deprived of human emotions, stripped naked and been abandoned by them.

So seeing Nakahara Chuuya was like a blessing for his one eye.

And even the eye covered in bandages, moved with life.

He felt, even if for a moment, less empty.

And... admittedly Chuuya was... different. In a way that caused a peculiar tremor in his legs and sweaty fingertips.

Dazai really missed him.

He could admit it silently and he was capable of it.

But never chant it.

Suddenly, the looming heat radiating from his cheeks had become less uncomfortable and embarrassing.

He had become almost pleasant and he almost considered smiling at him as a thank you.

But...

The vowels, consonants, syllables, the words they formed and the sentences - had become stuck in his throat.

Even when, almost unconsciously, he parted his lips, all that came out was a very small, shrill sound.

Chuuya didn't seem to care much. The boy had looked away.

And in part, Dazai was grateful for that space.

Chuuya's eyes had always been very penetrating, sharp as shining knives. Eyes that were endowed with an intelligence imperceptible to the eyes of the superficial ones.

Well, Dazai thought, their loss.

A little smile painted his lips, when Chuuya wasn't looking at him. Face turned to the side and fiery red hair fluttering like light strips of velvet.

He was a true vision.

Dazai nearly lost his breath, just like he had lost his words.

He pressed his lips together in a thoughtful line.

Chuuya looked at him again, with that hard but open gaze.

And for a moment, he didn't speak.

And time stood still.

And time stopped.

The wind embraced both bodies like an encouraging caress.

Chuuya's expression was imperceptible.

A stone expression that was not rough, but maybe smooth like marble.

He unexpectedly noticed the choker around his thin and white neck. He sucked a breath.

He really didn't have the courage or mentality to direct a comment to him.

But then, Chuuya parted his lips slowly-

"Chuuyaaa!" a voice that Dazai had never heard before echoed.

And then, quick, excited footsteps that seemed to be approaching at great speed.

Chuuya's expression seemed to tremble a little as another figure clung to his shoulders, perching on him like a bird.

"Heeeey! Chuuya!" the other said "C'mon! We are all waiting for you!"

Dazai maintained his blank, dead expression. Chuuya, in turn, let out a frustrated and somewhat annoyed sigh.

"Get off of me!" he said, but he had made no effort to pull away from the other. It was just an annoyed, irritated tone. "Oi!" he smacked him on the arm.

"Hmm? You are not busy!" he exclaimed "You are not-" at last, the annoying person seemed to finally notice Dazai's existence.

Chuuya seemed to stiffen a little, looking down like a misbehaving cat.

The guy, who was wearing sunglasses, pressed his lips together and said:

"Oh."

The boy pushed him away from him and Dazai kept his blank expression.

The other stared at Dazai for a few seconds and then moved closer to Chuuya's ear, leaning his torso.

"Isn't him that kid everyone talks about?" he whispered to him as if Dazai couldn't hear him. Then he glanced at Dazai and turned to Chuuya who looked deeply uncomfortable "Dazai Osamu, righ-"

An exaggeratedly loud sigh echoed. Coming from Dazai of course.

"I see my reputation precedes me," he commented very indifferently, causing Chuuya to grimace in disgust.

Dazai smiled emotionlessly.

"Yes, it's me. " he paused, carefully and then added flatly "I am Dazai Osamu." he paused. Again.

Faced with Dazai's coldness, Chuuya just sighed in frustration.

Then, he pushed the other away with a chilled expression. And with some force, considering that the guy with glasses almost hit the glass door.

"Chuuya!"

But Chuuya just ignored him, casually putting his hands in his pockets.

The expression of arrogance and petulance did something strange in Dazai's stomach.

"I'll meet you inside." and as he spoke, he kept looking to Dazai who returned the gaze with the same intensity. A provocative smile appeared on Chuuya's lips and Dazai felt the same thing as seconds ago. "Go now, Albatross."

Albatross, as he was called, mumbled something under his breath regarding the push Chuuya had given him.

And, then, entered the bar.

The sound of the door closing caused Chuuya to sigh in relief, closing his eyes.

Dazai didn't tell him anything.

Seconds later, Chuuya fixed his gaze that seemed to crush Dazai - not that it was a problem, Dazai would let him-

No.

Nope.

He shouldn't go there.

He swallowed and Chuuya He flashed a smug, cat-like smile that didn't seem as irritating as it had before.

It seemed to him... how could he say it... captivating.

Crushmecrushmecrushme.

He should crush Dazai like he did when they first met-

"I am so going to beat you, watch me." he said, his tone drawling and threatening - he should have crushed Dazai - "I am going to become executive, first." confidently, he lifted his head, stretching his neck, showing how the choker hugged his skin. "Watch me."

He looked completely serious, challenging Dazai to... a bet? That he would lose... again?

Because Dazai knew very well that Mori would never make him an executive in the first place.

It was clearly Dazai's win, but...

Suddenly, Chuuya's confidence and arrogance didn't seem as irritating to him as it used to.

It seemed... attractive... somehow...

He could rule the world.

That little man- who cared if he was short, not Dazai could rule the world.

For the record, he could smash Dazai with his feet and he'd die happy.

Being short didn't stop Chuuya from being the greatest person he had ever laid his eyes on.

Power suited him. Chuuya was made to shine.

Oh Dazai really didn't mind not being an executive. He could lose to see Chuuya confident again.

It was refreshing.

He-

" 'have something to say just do it!" he snapped, annoyed that Dazai hadn't... answered him... ah...

The truth is, Chuuya or not, Dazai didn't want to be an executive.

But seeing Chuuya all excited and dedicated to defeating someone damaged like Dazai...

And Dazai wining against him.. gave him a certain satisfaction.

Chuuya could do anything with the dedication he had between his fingers.

And those eyes... that could crush him, strangle him, reduce him to dust...

And yet, Dazai would never understand why Chuuya wanted to defeat him.

He, someone broken and failed, who wanted to die.

And Nakahara Chuuya, fascination personified, wanted to defeat him.

Chuuya didn't know it, but he had long since won Dazai over.

Since he had become the storm, the tempest of the void that was Dazai's life.

But, Dazai was a fair person.

If Chuuya wanted to fight him, then Dazai would give that competition.

While he didn't mind being defeated by Chuuya, seeing Chuuya being defeated by him was equally fascinating.

That's why...

"Eh?" his blank expression had faded "But I thought Chuuya had already lost in the arcade!" Chuuya seemed to contain his irritation with a sigh. Dazai smiled at him almost victoriously "Chuuya did become my dog."

Chuuya stared at him for seconds, eyes that seemed to emit rays of light.

They could turn Dazai into dust.

"I. Did. Not." he hissed. Then he sighed and shrugged, "But anyway, I guess I'll see you around, bastard."

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently and disdainfully, he turned on his heels, leaving a trail of perfume that invaded Dazai's nose.

Dazai realized that his hair had been tied into a charming low ponytail.

He looked away, his cheeks felt hot again.

Chuuya raised a gloved hand, waving it nimbly in the air, showing off his slender wrists and long fingers -

What was wrong with Dazai today?

He swallowed hard, getting rid of the red in his cheeks and, just so he don't look like a complete idiot-

"See you never!"

Chuuya's grumbling could still be heard.

The bar door closed and Dazai released the air he had suppressed.

It felt like pounds had been lifted off his shoulders.

Feeling more in control, he sighed more serenely.

Chuuya was already a winner.

Dazai knew, ever since the first time he met him that he'd be trouble.

He knew, if there was anyone capable of defeating him, it would be Nakahara Chuuya.

Not someone like Mori Ougai or someone Dazai, himself.

None of these people.

Dazai had no interest in defeating anyone, knowing their every move beforehand.

Boring and useless, a waste of time.

But, he did wanted to defeat Chuuya.

He was the first person he'd ever wanted to bring to the knees.

Seeing someone so powerful, a victor, at your mercy was incredibly pleasurable.

And even if Chuuya's motives were different, Dazai's sole motive was just that.

It was much more interesting to defeat someone who had already defeated him, even without knowing it.

After all, defeating Chuuya would be the only reason Dazai would work to become an executive.

There was something different about defeating someone that made him feel... strange.

Dazai considered it as retaliation.

Just like Chuuya's presence, just his existence , crushed Dazai...

Dazai also wanted Chuuya to feel equally crushed by Dazai.

And the only way he had was to defeat him.

The effect Chuuya had on him was unfair, he had to return the overwhelming feeling.

And in these thoughts, Dazai smiled a little, putting his hands in his pockets.

He felt less alone now that he knew Chuuya was thinking about him.

Even if his sole purpose for that was to crush Dazai.

At this point, Dazai'd take anything from him.

Hate, friendship, rivalry.

Because, he knew.

He knew that anything Chuuya'd give him would make him feel less empty.

He'd make him feel more alive.

It honestly felt nice, when Chuuya hated him, was friendly with him, tried to defeat him, protected him...

Because for the first time ever.

For once.

And even if temporary, Dazai could feel less inhuman.

More like a human.

(He would burn the world, he'd kill and lie, just to keep that emotion a little longer.

He'd do anything to keep that feeling Chuuya caused him.)

[exymylove]

Dazai: Chuuyaaa, we’re out of eggs!

Chuuya: There’s cereal!

—— later ——

Dazai: *throwing Cheerios at Mori’s house*

Dazai: This sucks!

[xandrikart]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHUUYAAA! CHUUYA, HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY!!

I said that I will redraw his helicopter scene when it get animated. Well. Something went wrong... But hey! Now I have something for his birthday!

The pretty man:

[evilkaeya]

Drunk Dazai who won't stop saying Chuuya's name when he comes to pick him up. He throws himself at Chuuya and whines until Chuuya holds him back. "Chuuya?" "Yeah?" "Chuuya's here?" "I'm here." "Chuuya." "Hm" "Chuuyaaa" (giggling) "what you idiot" (Also giggling)

[dazaii-osammu]

Chuuya stands on the outside of the shipping container, his arms folded. He knocks on the side of it.

-@dogskahara

hiii chuuyaaa :3

he opens the door (?)