#chūya updates

[poeticdevastation]

Wedding was great.

A certain someone couldn't wait 'til we got to our place to have some fun-

n' by that I mean watch cartoons n' anime.

It was me.

We watched BatMan the Animated Series, Black Clover, n' Pluto then headed back home the next day.

We got sick from eating all that candy.

[kyouka-supremacy]

New Harukawa illustration from Bungou Stray Dogs Staff Book

[clocktower-order]

New official art of the bsd characters on a buisness trip in Tokyo for a collaboration with POP UP SHOP and Hotel New Otani, illustrated by chief animation director Nobuhiro Arai. Collaboration will start on August 9th. This is the fourth of the eight major projects in celebration of bsd anime 8th anniversary.

[thedamselzelda]

Don't Wake Me Up

Featuring: Chūya Nakahara

Author Chat: Part One! I feel so bad bc I have left DBH and LBH high and dry bc CHUYA FUCKING NAKAHARA has taken over my brain for the moment. Do not fret, I will return to darling Dazai, but I wanna get this short little three parter done so Chuya can leave me alone. (TBH I have a Chuya plush on the way, so he's never truly gonna leave me alone.)

Will update with main story page eventually, will also update the navigation of my page eventually... hopefully.

wc: 6.7k, sfw, slightly proofread, mild cursing, a little angsty ngl

hope you guys enjoy! Reblog and like if you enjoyed this! <3 DamzelZelda

Chūya Nakahara doesn’t dream. Or at least, he believed that he couldn’t… There was only one time he was truly able to do so, but even now that seemed like a distant memory.

"Ane-san's back! She's back!" 

"Yes, finally!"

Chūya navigated through the dark, winding tunnels of the underground base, guided by the excited voices echoing off the damp stone walls. He rolled his eyes, hearing the unbridled enthusiasm in their tones about your return. The irony wasn't lost on him; you'd be gone just as quickly as you'd arrived, like a fleeting shadow. Not quite a full member of the Sheep, but not an outsider either. Your ambiguous status never sat right with him, though he grudgingly acknowledged that the others trusted you. After all, you were a member before him.

As he approached, the voices hushed to whispers. Chūya's gaze fell upon you, watching as you offered a soft, enigmatic smile to the younger teens. They looked at you with admiration, as if you were some divine being gracing them with your presence. He let out an annoyed sigh, waiting for you to finally acknowledge him.

"Happy to see me, Nakahara?" Your voice carried a hint of amusement, and your attention fluttered up to him. His eyes darted between yours and the younger Sheep among you, feeling a heat arise to his face.

He let out a puff and shifted his weight, crossing his arms as he glared at you with feigned disinterest. "Did you at least come back with something useful?" He ignored your question hoping to provoke some flicker of emotion from you.

Your head cocked to the side, a knowing smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Of course I did. Never disappointed, have I?"

Chūya could only grit his teeth, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance as he turned away. "Let's just hurry up then, that way you can go on about filling their heads with more nonsense."

Your laugh pierced the air, neither harsh nor melodious. To Chūya, it felt mocking, further souring his mood about your return. The sound of your boots clicking on the stone floor followed him as your voice lulled the others away, promising to see them before they succumbed to sleep for the night.

"If you're that envious, I could offer you a taste of what they're so excited about," you teased, your voice grating on Chūya's nerves. He felt your hand on his shoulder, halting his escape through the dim corridor.

Chūya whirled around, feeling the embarrassment rise to his face. "I'm not jealous, alright?" He snapped, hating how defensive he sounded. Despite his irritation, he couldn't bring himself to shake off your touch. Your hand was impossibly soft against his shoulder, its warmth even seeping through his jacket. He tried to ignore the way it made his skin tingle.

He watched your eyes narrow, still maintaining that infuriatingly gentle, calm look you always wore. When you spoke, your words had a teasing lilt that made Chūya's stomach do an uncomfortable flip. "Come on, Chūya. You told me once you think you can't dream. Don't you want to find out if that's really true? I could at least try, you know?"

Chūya's gaze darted between your eyes, searching for any hint of mockery. He didn't hate you, not really, but he'd never admit how much your composed presence affected him. It was unsettling, how you could make him feel so off-balance.

With a dismissive click of his tongue, Chūya shrugged your hand away. "Whatever. We don't have time for this right now, ‘kay? There's actual important stuff to deal with," he muttered, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"Ah, yes..." you mused, your tone shifting. Chūya bristled at the hint of disapproval in your voice. "I heard whispers of your little display today. Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't actions of that magnitude typically require approval from all council members?"

His eyes narrowed as he watched you glide past him. "You weren't here," he countered. "We took a vote in your absence."

You waved a dismissive hand, your casualness infuriating him further. "I would have voted against it. You’ve put quite a big target on us for attacking a Mori Corp airplane."

Chūya scoffed, trailing behind. His eyes caught glimpses of your neck as your hood slowly slipped off your head, and he quickly averted his gaze, annoyed at himself for noticing. "I was sendin’ a message. We have to show we aren’t to be messed with."

"Now, now, Chūya," you purred, spinning around so suddenly that he nearly collided with you. Your faces were mere inches apart, and he could feel the warmth of your breath as you spoke. "Your time to act would’ve come, but now, we have to act. If you had known the rumors flooding the Port Mafia right now, you’d know the time to move would’ve been any time after yesterday.”

Chūya found himself frozen, caught between the urge to step back and the inexplicable desire to remain close to you. He couldn’t even bring himself to murmur out any questions. The mischievous glint in your eyes left him simultaneously frustrated and intrigued. He hated how easily you could get under his skin, how you always seemed to know more than you let on. Yet, a part of him couldn't help but be drawn to the mystery you presented, even as he tried to deny it.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

Chūya felt his cheeks burn as your eyes bore into him. Why did you have to look at him like that? It was unsettling, the way you seemed to focus solely on him, ignoring the other council members. Even Shirase's attempts to catch your attention with fond glances went unnoticed. It made something twist in his stomach, a feeling he couldn't quite place.

"They'll be distracted for a while," you began, your voice low and confident. Chūya watched, trying to keep his expression neutral as you shifted your weight, placing a hand on your hip. The casual gesture shouldn't have been so... distracting. He forced his gaze back to the map.

"Rumors are circulating about the current boss and his predecessor. Seems the depths of hell couldn't hold him after all." Your finger landed on the map, and Chūya found himself following its movement as it glided between two buildings. He tried to focus on your words, not the graceful motion of your hand. There was something strained about your tone, as if you were taking the rumor personally. "It's the perfect time to strike. Two caches of newly imported booze, guarded by about five men each. They'll be too preoccupied with the rumors to properly defend them."

Chūya groaned, letting his head fall to the side to hide the conflicting emotions on his face. "No way," he muttered, hating how his voice cracked slightly.

"What's wrong, your majesty?" Your mocking tone sent a shiver down his spine that he desperately tried to ignore. "We can handle this without you. Quick in and out."

"It's too dangerous, regardless," Chūya argued, moving around the table. He stopped just before you, close enough to feel the intensity of your presence. It made him feel off-balance for a moment, and he had to fight to keep his voice steady. "You'd send barely armed, non-ability users near Port Mafia territory? Are you tryin’ to get ‘em killed?"

Your eyebrow raised, and Chūya felt his heart skip a beat. He hated how you could affect him like this. "Who said I wasn't going with them?"

Chūya clenched his fists within his pockets, a storm of conflicting emotions churning inside him. On one hand, your recklessness infuriated him. Didn't you understand the risks? The Sheep weren't just pawns to be sacrificed. But on the other hand, a part of him wanted to agree; this would be the best time to strike.

He settled for glaring at you, hoping the anger in his eyes would mask the confusion underneath. "And what if somethin’ goes wrong?" he growled, his voice low to hide its slight tremor. "The Sheep aren't expendable. We can't just throw ‘em into danger on a whim."

Chūya knew he was fighting a losing battle - both against your persuasive arguments and the inexplicable pull he felt towards you. He forced his eyes back to the map, desperately focusing on the proposed mission, on anything but how your presence seemed to fill every corner of the room. The Sheep came first. They had to. No matter how much a part of him wanted to agree with your every word.

"We could leave it to a vote?" Your voice drew his attention back like a magnet. He noticed your hands clasped behind your back, a gesture he'd seen countless times before. It irked him how such a simple thing could look so authoritative coming from you.

Chūya sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked to Shirase, hoping to find an ally. "My vote's obviously a 'no'." He hated how his voice betrayed his frustration.

Shirase, predictable as ever, nodded in agreement with you. The others murmured amongst themselves, and Chūya felt his irritation growing. Always caught between the two of you, never able to make a decision on their own.

He scanned their faces, already sensing his defeat. "Fine," he spat, "but I'm not savin' your asses if you get caught." The words tasted bitter in his mouth.

He always lost when it came to you. You held more sway, more influence over their decisions than he ever could. Some 'King' they'd made him. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, shoulders hunching slightly.

"No."

Your voice cut through his thoughts. Chūya's head snapped up, confusion etched on his face as you turned to address the others. "I'll leave the room, allowing for an anonymous vote. I understand Chūya has some doubts."

You turned back to him, offering a small bow that left him feeling off-balance. "You should at least be able to state your case. I have other matters to attend to now that I've shared the information."

Chūya stared at you, caught off guard by this unexpected move. He couldn't quite read the expression in your eyes, and it left him feeling even more unsettled than before. As you moved to leave, he felt a confusing mix of relief and an unwelcome urge to ask you to stay. He pushed both feelings aside, focusing instead on the opportunity you'd just handed him. Maybe, he could turn this around without you there to sway everyone's opinion and save himself the headache.

In the shadows of a dilapidated warehouse, just above the war room, Chūya found you cradling two of the younger Sheep members. The kids were about thirteen, he guessed. Your hands hovered above the children's heads, emanating a soft blue glow that shifted to lavender as Chūya approached. The sight mesmerized him—your ability manifesting like the northern lights dancing across a night sky.

Chūya whispered your name, his voice barely audible over the creaks and groans of the decrepit shelter. As the glow faded from your hands, you turned to him, your eyes holding a warmth that seemed out of place in their world. With practiced gentleness, you tucked the kids into threadbare futons, pulling frayed sheets over thin shoulders.

He could never quite figure you out. These tender actions contrasted sharply with the impulsive, almost reckless decisions you made during missions. It was as if two people inhabited your body, and Chūya never knew which one he'd encounter.

"I thought your ability was about creating dreams," he said, meeting your gaze. Something in your eyes made him uneasy—an invitation to a hidden world you longed to share. The idea tempted him, but the dark circles under your eyes betrayed the toll it took.

"Dreams are just part of it," you explained softly. "I can manipulate the entire sleep cycle, pushing someone through different stages at will. Dreams are flashy, but the real power is in controlling sleep's restorative aspects."

Chūya nodded, processing this. Your ability, like you, remained a mystery. Standing in the gloom, surrounded by their sleeping makeshift family, he wondered what other secrets you held.

"So, you're giving them... what, super-sleep?" he assumed.

You chuckled. "Something like that. They'll wake feeling more rested than they have in years."

Comfortable silence fell, broken only by soft breathing and distant sounds of city life. Chūya found himself stealing glances, noticing how the dim light caught in your eyes and the slight furrow of concentration between your brows.

Suddenly, you huffed out a small laugh and snaked your arm around his. "Come on. I have one more piece of information to relay."

"Wha—what?" Chūya stammered, feeling a strange heaviness as you tugged his arm. He jerked back, confused. "Where are we going?"

Your face softened in understanding. Leaning in, you cupped your cheek and whispered, "We have to go where the walls can't listen."

Curiosity overrode his hesitation. What information could be so sensitive? He allowed you to link your arm with his again, walking compliantly as you led him through the drafty corridors of the abandoned building. This place, meager as it was, was home to him and the other Sheep. He wondered if you felt the same, given how often you vanished into the shadows, hunting for information.

As you neared the back door leading to roof access, a voice called out your name. Shirase. Chūya noticed the flash of irritation across your face and had to suppress a grin.

You forced Chūya to turn with you, and he suddenly realized how this might look to Shirase—the two of you walking arm-in-arm in the darkness, an oddly intimate picture.

"Shirase." Your voice was strained, patience clearly already wearing thin.

Chūya tensed, sensing the underlying current of tension. Whatever information you wanted to share, it was clear Shirase's interruption was unwelcome. The air grew thick with awkwardness as Shirase approached, giving Chūya an odd glance before focusing entirely on you.

"Hey, so..." Shirase began, his voice cracking slightly. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a nervous habit Chūya had noticed before. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind... you know..." He raised his hands, wiggling his fingers in a vague gesture that made Chūya cringe inwardly. "Doing your thing... your ability... on me?"

Chūya fought the urge to roll his eyes. Shirase's crush on you was painfully obvious, and his clumsy attempts at flirtation were almost unbearable to watch. The way Shirase stood there, with that goofy grin plastered across his face, made Chūya want to disappear into the shadows.

You answered in a tone that was polite but firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "I'm honestly really tired, Shirase. I've got to leave early tomorrow for the next assignment, since we aren’t going for the alcohol. You know how it is."

Chūya watched as Shirase's face fell, the rejection hitting him like a physical blow. It was almost pitiful, the way his shoulders slumped and his eyes dulled.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I totally understand, no big deal," Shirase mumbled, his gaze darting to Chūya. The look in his eyes was a mixture of embarrassment and something darker.

Chūya shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of your arm still linked with his. He wanted to say something, to break the suffocating silence, but words failed him. The whole situation was mortifying, and he found himself wishing he could use his ability to manipulate gravity and just float away from this awkward position, but he remained still.

You cleared your throat, your voice taking on a gentler tone. "Look, Shirase, I appreciate the thought. But my ability isn't something to be used lightly. It takes a lot out of me, and right now, I need to conserve my energy. You understand, right?"

Shirase nodded glumly, his eyes fixed on the floor. "Yeah, of course. The mission comes first. Always does."

Chūya felt a twinge of sympathy for Shirase, despite his annoyance at the interruption. They were all so young, thrust into this dangerous world of abilities and shadowy organizations. Moments like these – awkward, painfully��human moments – were rare and somehow made everything feel more surreal.

"Maybe another time," you added, though Chūya could tell from your tone that you didn't mean it. "We should all get some rest."

As Shirase mumbled a goodbye and shuffled away, Chūya felt the tension in your arm relax slightly. He glanced at you, noticing the way your eyes followed Shirase's retreating form with a mixture of pity and frustration.

"That was..." Chūya started, not sure how to finish the sentence.

You sighed, a wry smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Yeah, it was. Come on, we still need to talk."

You guided him towards the door, grasping the ladder outside. As you hoisted yourself up, Chūya followed, trying his best to focus on the rungs rather than... other things. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut at the thought. Instead, he noticed the absence of your blue bracelet, finding it odd you didn't wear it even when wandering the halls of their base.

A sigh of relief escaped you as you reached the top. Chūya looked up to see you glancing down at him, a mischievous smile stitched across your face.

"Couldn't you have just used your ability and beat me up here?" you teased.

Chūya laughed, shaking his head. "Where would’ve been the fun in that? Also, I was followin’ your lead. Chivalry isn't dead, you know."

"Oh, how very gallant of you, King Chūya," you replied with an exaggerated curtsy.

He watched as you moved to the edge of the metal roof, sitting down with a dull thud. He followed suit, leaning back on his arms and gazing up at the star-studded sky. Despite the living conditions, at least it always came with a beautiful view...

"I'll probably be gone for a while..." you spoke into the midnight air, snapping his attention back to you.

"Oh? Planning a vacation?" Chūya quipped, raising an eyebrow.

You gave a small laugh. "Wouldn't you want to extend your outing after an awkward encounter like that? I hear Siberia's lovely this time of year."

He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "I haven't really been on the receiving end of unwanted attention like that.”

You expelled air dramatically. "Are you kidding me? Yuan practically has heart-eyes whenever you so much as breathe in her direction."

Chūya’s eyebrows shot up. "Nah, I don't really notice her like that. She probably just wants to see my ability in action or something."

"That's the thing though, isn't it?" Your voice softened as you curled your legs inward, resting your chin on your knees.

"It's like..." you continued, your voice soft and contemplative, "to them, we're these larger-than-life figures. Not quite gods, but definitely not just regular humans either. In their eyes, we can do no wrong. We're the kings and queens they make us out to be."

Your words hung in the air between you, heavy with implications. Chūya found himself staring out at the city lights, pondering this new perspective.

"But we're not," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm no king... even though everyone keeps callin’ me one… We're just... us. Right?"

You turned to him, a sad smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, we are. But sometimes I wonder if anyone else sees that anymore."

A comfortable silence fell between you as you flattened your legs on the metal roof. Chūya noticed you picking at your hands, the skin red and raw. Without thinking, he reached out and grasped your hand to stop you.

You looked up at him, hesitation in your eyes before speaking. "What I wanted to tell you, without anyone else hearing... it's about the old Port Mafia boss."

Chūya felt a jolt of excitement mixed with apprehension. "What about him?"

You grasped Chūya's hand tighter, the touch unfamiliar but oddly comforting. His eyes widened slightly at the gesture, but he didn't pull away. "The rumors..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "they're saying Arahabaki has something to do with his return."

Chūya's breath hitched, a mix of curiosity and unease washing over him. "What? What do you mean?" he pressed, leaning in closer, his red hair catching the moonlight.

You shook your head, frustration evident in your voice. "That's all I could get. I tried to find out more, I really did. I'm sorry." Your shoulders slumped slightly, disappointment clear in your posture.

"Hey, nothing to be sorry about," Chūya said, his tone softening as he tried to catch your eyes. A reassuring smile played on his lips. "I know getting that information must've been tough, considering."

You hummed in response, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Anything to do with the Port Mafia is nothing short of exhausting, especially after being their property…"

Chūya tensed up momentarily, thinking back to your explanation of your escape and arrival at the Sheep. He quickly shook off the dark thoughts, focusing on the present.

"Oh, and there's more." You squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to your words. "Supposedly, there's going to be a Port Mafia member lurking around Suribachi, searching for information."

"Dammit," Chūya hissed, his free hand clenching into a fist. Then, a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. "Of course they're gonna snoop around our territory. But... it could be an opportunity."

Your grip on his jacket sleeve tightened, concern evident in your voice. "Just promise, nothing reckless like today."

A playful smirk crossed Chūya's lips, his earlier tension melting away. "Shouldn't I be telling you that? You're the one constantly putting yourself in the Port Mafia's crosshairs."

You returned his smile, a mischievous glint in your eye. "I have my ways. Men will do a lot for a good dream and rest."

Chūya huffed out a laugh, remembering Shirase's earlier request and your offer. His curiosity piqued, he asked, "Speaking of... if you were to give me a dream, what would it be?"

You glanced back at the cityscape, considering for a moment. "A good life... one where you didn't constantly worry about the Sheep or whoever you were over. Where being 'king' just means being strong and respected, not having all this weight on your shoulders." You turned to him, a soft determination in your eyes. "I'd make that true for you."

Chūya nodded, looking out at the city, the lights twinkling like earthbound stars. "Sounds like a good dream," he said softly, not quite grasping the full depth of your words, but appreciating the sentiment all the same.

He nudged your shoulder playfully, trying to lighten the mood. "But hey, who needs dreams when we've got all this?" He gestured dramatically at their surroundings - the rusty metal roof, the distant glow of the city, the vast starry sky above.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "Oh yes, living the high life here on our luxury penthouse."

"Exactly!" Chūya grinned, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Five-star accommodations, breathtaking views, excellent company... what more could a guy ask for?"

Your laughter, genuine and unguarded, filled the night air, and Chūya found himself grinning wider, enjoying the sound.

"You know," you said after a while, your voice taking on a more serious tone, "whatever happens with this Port Mafia business, whatever turns up with Arahabaki... we've got this, right? You and me, the Sheep... we'll figure it out."

Chūya felt a warmth spread through his chest as he gazed at you, his friend and confidant, silhouetted against the night sky. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice filled with determination and a hint of excitement for whatever challenges lay ahead. "We've got this."

He watched curiously as you gave a curt smile and began unzipping your outermost jacket. "Here," you said, shrugging it off.

"Hmm?" Chūya's eyebrows quirked up, wondering what you were up to. He observed as you bundled up the jacket and placed it behind him with a gentle pat.

The nudge on his shoulder caught him by surprise. "I'll give you a dream," you explained. "Just a real quick one, twenty minutes tops."

Chūya hesitated for a moment before giving in to your urging. As he laid his head onto your jacket, he couldn't help but notice the lingering warmth you had left behind. It was... nice. Comfortable. "Oh yeah?" he quipped, unable to resist teasing. "That dream you mentioned earlier seems like it'd take longer than twenty minutes."

Your laugh rang out once again in the night air. He watched as you raised your hand above his head, your fingers hovering just above his eyes. "No, I just had another idea. A dream where you'd actually win at an arcade game for once."

"Hey!" Chūya protested, his hand shooting up to grab your wrist. "That was one time." He felt a flicker of embarrassment at the memory, but it was overshadowed by amusement.

Your playful head tilt and the smile that followed made Chūya's cheeks warm unexpectedly. "Oh yeah? Then how come it kept happening?" you challenged.

He scoffed, releasing your wrist in feigned annoyance, but he couldn't quite keep the smile off his face. "Whatever, just try and give me this dream," he grumbled good-naturedly.

The sudden smack on his chest caught him off guard. "If you even act angry it'll affect the dream so stop it," you warned, your tone light but your eyes serious.

Chūya closed his eyes, exhaling sharply as he tried to empty his mind. It was harder than usual, especially with your presence so close, warm and comforting beside him. 

"Ability: Exhaustion," he heard you intone softly.

As sleep began to tug at the edges of his consciousness, Chūya found himself both skeptical and hopeful. All he ever saw when sleeping was emptiness, a void of darkness. But if you could actually manipulate a dream for him... well, he hoped he'd remember it. The thought of experiencing a real dream, even if it was just about winning an arcade game, filled him with a childlike excitement he hadn't felt in a long time.

Chūya stood before the full-length mirror in his apartment, his nimble fingers working on the knot of his silk tie. The warm glow of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. He hadn't realized he had zoned out until a sharp vibration from his suit pocket jolted him back to reality.

A scowl crossed his face as he remembered Mori's insistence on his attendance at this event. A gathering of executives, sub-executives, and other Port Mafia affiliates was enough to make his blood simmer with irritation. Social niceties had never been his strong suit.

With a sigh, he slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving his phone. Kōyō's name flashed on the screen, and he could practically hear her stern voice already. No doubt she was calling to ensure he hadn't found some convenient excuse to bow out.

"What?" he answered, his tone clipped as he wedged the phone between his ear and shoulder, returning his attention to the stubborn tie.

Kōyō's voice came through, tinged with exasperation. "Are you even dressed yet? I feel like I've been waiting down here for over twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes, tops. The unbidden thought flashed through Chūya's mind, accompanied by a fragment of a long-ago memory. He shook his head, nearly dropping the phone in the process.

"I'm nearly done," he grumbled, finally conquering the tie. "Whatcha so in a rush for, huh? Not like this is a business meetin' or anythin'."

He heard Kōyō sigh on the other end, a sound he was all too familiar with. "Have I taught you nothing about punctuality, Chūya?"

Rolling his eyes, he set the phone down on the dresser, speaking louder as he shrugged into his jacket. "It doesn't even start till thirty minutes from now, we're fine!"

A groan emitted from the receiver, followed by Kōyō's voice, quieter now. "You really have learned nothing."

Chūya snatched up his favorite hat, settling it at a rakish angle on his head before picking up the phone again. "You gonna keep lecturin' me or should I just call it quits on this whole thing?"

He could practically see Kōyō's stern expression through the phone. Despite his irritation, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Some things never changed, and Kōyō's motherly concern was one of them.

"Just get down here," she said, a hint of fondness creeping into her tone. "And Chūya? Try not to scowl too much. It's unbecoming."

With a theatrical sigh, Chūya ended the call. He cast one last glance in the mirror, adjusting his hat slightly. The man staring back at him looked every inch the Port Mafia executive, but his eyes held a hint of something else. He shook that feeling off too. He didn’t need anyone questioning him tonight about his thoughts of days long gone.

Even as the sleek black car glided through the neon-lit streets of Yokohama, Chūya couldn't help but drift back to the memories that had surfaced earlier. The plush leather seat beside Kōyō felt a world away from the cold, hard rooftops of his youth.

He remembered that night, waking up with a smile that had become foreign to him since joining the Mafia. Your face had been hovering above him, alight with excitement to share the dream and hear his thoughts. In a rare moment of unbridled joy, he had hugged you tightly. You were warm despite the cool breeze, your heartbeat seemingly synchronized with his own.

Chūya squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the memories away. You had told him to forget, after all. But the images kept coming, vivid and relentless.

He saw you crouching before him, water splashing up and soaking your jacket. You were dressed in all black, an oversized hood casting shadows across your face, leaving only sadness visible in your eyes.

"Heard some rumors about you, Chūya," your voice echoed in his mind, "about the Sheep."

He remembered the pain, the stab wound in his stomach pulsating with each labored breath.

"The Sheep... they're gonna be split up. That way something like this doesn't happen again."

Even now, years later, he could feel the grimace on his face as he had looked up at you. "What about you?"

Your soft smile, the gentle touch as you brushed stray hairs from his face - it all felt so real. The handkerchief you had produced from your jacket, wiping away the sweat from his brow.

"I'm not a member of the Sheep, Chūya. Not really, remember?" Your words had stung more than the wound. "So... it's best you forget about me."

He had wanted to reach out, to grasp onto you, but his body wouldn't cooperate.

"But, that dream, what I made for you nights ago... I think you're gonna get that now. The Port Mafia will take care of you, Chūya."

Even now, he wanted to object, to call out the lies. It couldn't have been real, just a nightmare born from blood loss and pain.

"You'll be a king. Just... don't let people get into that head of yours."

The memory of your touch on his cheek, the soft press of your lips against his forehead - it all felt too vivid, too real to be just a recollection.

"Even throughout our endless bickering and fighting because our passions differed," your whispered words ghosted across his skin, "And of all the dreams I've had, you were always in my favorite ones."

Chūya's eyes snapped open, the present rushing back in a flood of sensory input. The purr of the car engine, the faint scent of Kōyō's perfume, the glittering lights of Yokohama streaming past the tinted windows. He took a deep, steadying breath, pushing the memories back into the recesses of his mind.

He was Chūya Nakahara, executive of the Port Mafia now. A ‘king’, just as you had predicted. But as he straightened his tie and adjusted his hat, he couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the dream you had envisioned for him all those years ago.

"What's got you all silent for once?" Kōyō's melodic voice cut through Chūya's reverie, accompanied by a gentle nudge from her ornate fan.

Chūya scoffed, crossing his arms defensively as he shifted in his seat. The leather creaked softly beneath him. "Can't I be silent in peace? Already don't wanna go to this event," he grumbled, his reflection in the window scowling back at him.

Kōyō's laughter filled the car, light and airy. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she opened her fan, the intricate design catching the passing streetlights. "Surely it won't be that bad," she mused, fanning herself gently. "Just come and make an appearance, and maybe Mori will allow you to leave early."

Chūya rolled his eyes, the action exaggerated by the tilt of his hat. "What's the point of this event if even Mori's going to mope the entire time?" he retorted, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice. "He's still not over that bastard up and leavin'."

A playful lilt colored Kōyō's response, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sounds like you aren't either."

Chūya's eyes widened, his body recoiling as if he'd been struck. The mere suggestion sent a jolt of indignation through him. "Hey! I'm glad that suicidal bastard ain't here anymore!" he snapped, his voice rising sharply in the confined space of the car.

Kōyō's laughter only grew at his reaction, the sound both infuriating and oddly comforting. Chūya gritted his teeth, choosing to let it go rather than dig himself deeper. With a low growl, he turned back to the window, watching as familiar buildings rushed past in a blur of neon and shadow.

Not much longer now, he thought to himself. Then he could make his appearance, play his part, and leave all the sooner.

As the car jerked to a halt, Chūya’s hand was already on the door handle. He pushed himself out, the cool night air a welcome change from the stuffy interior. Turning back, he offered his hand to Kōyō, feeling the delicate pressure of her fingers as she gracefully exited the vehicle.

Closing the door behind her, Chūya took a moment to survey his surroundings. The buzz of anticipation in the air was almost palpable, mixing with the subtle scents of expensive colognes and the night-blooming flowers adorning the entrance. A steady stream of Port Mafia members and affiliates moved towards the building, their finery a stark contrast to the shadows at the edges of the property.

Chūya’s eyes were drawn upward, tracing the lines of the imposing structure before him. The 'Mori Corporation' sign gleamed overhead, its golden letters a beacon in the night. He couldn't help but smirk at the audacity of it all.

Following Kōyō's lead, Chūya stepped into the building. The familiar opulence of the interior hit him anew – soaring ceilings, glittering chandeliers, and the low hum of power that seemed to emanate from every surface. Even after five years, a part of him still marveled at the sheer grandeur the Port Mafia commanded.

His gaze swept the room, cataloging faces both familiar and unknown. Leaning closer to Kōyō, he muttered, "So, who's even here from the affiliates? We don't really deal with them, that's Mori's business."

"Well," Kōyō began as they approached the bar, "I believe the Nagano group Shirubā Sanzu's leader is here. I can never remember his name." She waved dismissively, clearly unbothered by the lapse in memory.

Chūya grabbed two champagne flutes, handing one to Kōyō as she continued. "The Tokyo sister group Onikai is here too. I remember when that girl used to be just an assassin and whisperer. She was so good, I surely thought she'd make executive, but no! She took the job of taking over that syndicate group. She hardly ever shows up to these though."

As Kōyō reminisced, Chūya’s attention drifted. His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Mori. Good, now he could make his presence known and start planning his escape from this tedious affair.

As he began to move towards Mori, Kōyō following, something made him pause. There was a smaller figure beside the Port Mafia boss, and for a moment, Chūya felt as if the ground had shifted beneath his feet. It couldn't be... could it?

"Then the Mito group—" Kōyō continued, but Chūya cut her off abruptly.

"Wait," he said, his voice tight with sudden tension. "Go back. The other group – what's the leader's name?"

Kōyō's response sent a jolt through him. The name she spoke – it was so close to yours, yet more formal, a longer version of your name. As if she were talking about a person he once knew intimately, now turned stranger.

"I actually think that might be her over there," Kōyō added, but Chūya barely heard her.

His heart pounded against his ribs as he strained to get a better look at the woman speaking with Mori. A whirlwind of emotions surged through him – disbelief warring with hope, uncertainty tinged with a sharp edge of something he couldn't quite name. Could it really be you? After all this time?

Chūya's world narrowed to a single point of focus. He had to know. He had to see your face and confirm whether the past he'd thought long buried was about to come crashing back into his present. Without a word, he passed his champagne flute to Kōyō, barely registering her questioning look in his peripheral vision.

His feet began to move of their own accord, carrying him forward. He didn't care if he was about to make a fool of himself. He had to know he wasn't dreaming.

As he drew nearer, Mori's smooth voice drifted into earshot. "I just wish you would return, my dear. I could instate someone else for you to come back. It's just too nice to finally see you in person again. Ah, it makes me remember your youth."

Your voice – so familiar, yet changed – came clearly in response, laughing off the proposal. "And let my hard work go to waste? Come now, Mori, you know better than I that this has been the best venture for me, for us."

Chūya's gaze locked onto you. Your eyes squinted as you smiled, a practiced look you had no doubt given thousands of times. Mori merely chuckled at your rejection, one you had probably offered several times before.

He noticed your hands clasped behind your back, fingers mindlessly picking and rubbing your nails together – a habit he remembered all too well.

Chūya's lips parted, but no sound came out. He tried to steady his breathing, silently cursing his quickening pulse. He swallowed hard and tried again, hearing your name leave his lips in a shaky whisper.

Mori turned first, then you. Chūya couldn't read the expression on your face, only noticing your eyes dart between his as your lips parted in surprise.

If it weren't for Mori's knowing chuckle, Chūya might have remained frozen in disbelief.

"I'll let you handle this one, dear," Mori said, his tone laced with amusement. "Seems it's time for you to clean up your mess." He patted you on the shoulder before giving a small bow to Chūya and departing.

Chūya watched as your eyes drifted downward, your gaze seeming to bore holes into the polished marble floor. He caught the sharp exhale that escaped your pursed lips, the sound barely audible above the ambient chatter of the gathering. Your shoulders tensed, a minute movement that he might have missed if he hadn't been so intently focused on every detail of your presence.

You gave a harsh swallow, your throat bobbing visibly with the effort. Chūya's eyes traced the familiar line of your neck, memories flooding back unbidden. Slowly, achingly slowly, you raised your head to meet his gaze.

The look in your eyes struck him like a physical blow. It was a complex mixture of emotions – regret, apprehension, and something that looked unsettlingly like pity. Your brows were slightly furrowed, creating a small crease between them that Chūya had the absurd urge to smooth away with his thumb.

"Chūya," you began, your voice soft and hesitant, a stark contrast to the confident tones you'd used with Mori moments ago. "I can explain."

[tulipe-rose]

asking this on your writing blog because it's a theory (?)

what if kenji was the one picked for the pm transfer ? his ability is very strong and since he's young he would be easy to manipulate.

this theory also has angst potential too , mori starving him just for his ability , and kenji just leaving the ada in general

sorry if this was confusing to read ( ・－・)

I LOVE THIS THEORY!!! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

It's honestly one of the most valid theories for the exchange. Kenji is so blatant about his care for his friends, If you so much as appeared to be a threat towards them, kiss your ass goodbye. He quite literally fought a hunting dog, and won if it meant keeping Atsushi safe. If he was angry for a moment more than he was, we might as well have been preparing Tecchō's funeral at the time.

Which brings us to the topic of his self control.

Once Kenji is officially recruited into the Mafia, he must resign from his post as a part timer at the agency. He's no longer under the effects of All men are equal, and Mōri is fully going to exploit that. He would go to unimaginable (yet just the right amount of subtle) lengths to emotionally manipulate Kenji. Due to losing the effects of all men are equal, Kenji might as well lose control of his emotions as whole, because of how he forgot what it was like to effortlesly contain his anger, and strength. He could go on random rampages, and Mōri could ask Chūya to direct him towards the location of any enemies he needed eliminated.

Kenji might as well turn into the next destruction incarnate. Chūya would feel pity for him; he wouldn't want such a kind soul in a place so dirty, but since he's here, Mafia is Mafia, and orders are orders, nothing can be done. He can't help but see himself in him, so he tries to spend as much time with him outside of work as possible, maybe even sneaking him a phone call with the agency members from time to time. He decided to be there for him, because surviving among demons tears you apart too painfully

How would Mōri keep Kenji under his complete control, while ensuring that the slim possibility of revolt turns non existent? Hostages. Better yet? Unknowing, blissfully ignorant hostages. Mōri is perfectly capable of threatening the peaceful life in Ihatovo, and won't hesitate to if Kenji decided to be rebellious. The deal is: Listen to my every order, eliminate the enemy, and your village will be allowed peace. Visits are limited to a month each year.

The armed detective agency have no right to interfere anymore, anymore than keeping tabs on the village, and the Mafia's recent whereabouts would be considered interference in Port Mafia business that doesn't concern them. They're brewing with anger, and are on the verge of playing Russian roulette with the Mafia. If it weren't for the calls, and updates Chūya manages to give them, they would've cracked long ago.

Kenji is absolutely destroyed, and will probably never be capable of looking at himself in the mirror again. I don't even know if he can forgive Mōri after everything. The day he cracks, and finally murders Mōri (something like that scene in beast with Atsushi, and the headmaster, except Mōri wasn't asking for a hug, he was briefing Kenji on his latest mission, and wouldn't allow Kenji to visit his sick mother on her deathbed) would be the day he finally calls the detective agency directly, with the news. 'He's dead', and the line cuts off.

[iwsynttr-project]

Welcome to the official blog for The I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio Project!

This is entirely a free + nonprofit fan audio animatic series by CharliDrawz based on ElectricSplatter's soukoku band!au fanfic "I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio".

Others are welcome to offer ideas & inspiration as well as possible contributions to the actual project itself.

At the moment we are mostly looking for references for character designs (outfits).

As of right now, Mike (CharliDrawz) is voicing Chūya Nakahara & working on art production, CJ (crunchyJello) is voicing Osamu Dazai, & Aqua (AquaticSnow) may possibly be voicing some side characters & helping with the music production.

Even if they're not contributions to the project itself, you're always welcome to send your favorite fan-content based on the fic as well!

Illustrations, animations, even cosplays & edits!

For references for settings we're mostly using Las Angeles, Santa Monica Beach, Yokohama, & locations around China & Paris.

ES has stated that we shouldn't use the cards from BSD Mayoi as a reference, so we will not be including those outfits in the series.

(If we do, it'd be like a quick-frame inside joke/reference- but you're still welcome to send fanmade content for the fic even if it has those outfits included like cosplays or edits of the cards etc)

The series may not be released for a long time- the project might barely get off the ground any time soon, so please be considerate but still encouraging!

Any continued support means the world to us!

I'll be making sure to try & post updates as well as reblog any (appropriate & related) content shared with us!

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We also occasionally stream gameplays & watch parties!

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Keep an eye out for team member's names in the tags if they're not posting from their own accounts or if there are updates on them!

[asofspades]

Updated Kin list as of 3rd November 2024 no context, no disclosure of why I kin each, you can try and figure it out if you want tho

- Dazai Osamu (BSD)

- Nakahara Chūya (BSD)

- Edogawa Ranpo (BSD)

- Akutagawa Gin (BSD)

- Akutagawa Ryonosuke (BSD)

- Yosano Akiko (BSD)

- Kyoka Izumi (BSD)

- Trafalgar Law (OP)

- Nico Robin (OP)

- Portgas D Ace (OP)

- Hitoshi Shinso (BNHA)

- Todoroki Touya (BNHA)

- Todoroki Fuyumi (BNHA)

- Katsuki Bakugou (BNHA)

- Four (Linked Universe)

- Vio (TLOZ Four swords manga)

- Majora's Mask Link

- BOTW Zelda (pre-calamity)

- BOTW Link (pre-calamity)

- Ravio (ALBW)

-Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

- Leo Valdez (Percy Jackson)

- Bianca Di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

- Gojo Satoru (JJK)

- Riko Amanai (JJK)

- Maki (JJK)

- Fushiguro Megumi (JJK)

- Tori Spring (Solitaire & Heart stopper)

- Charlie Spring (HeartStopper)

- Aled ( Radio Silence)

- Benji (Hell Followed with us)

- Neil (Dead Poets Society)

- Jim (Treasure Planet)

I call this the kin list from hell (derogatory)

You can try and diagnose me with something but my psych degree friends and some teachers have already done some of that, I'm undiagnosed but peer-reviewed.

[yozora-bunko]

Bungō Seichi Junrei, Asagiri Kafka

On June 19, 2020 - Bungō Seichi Junrei (『文豪聖地巡礼』) was released.

• Bungō -> great writer

• Seichi Junrei -> pilgrimage

As you might know, in Bungō Stray Dogs the relationships between the characters are very different from the irl authors' relationships, while it stays accurate in Bungō to Alchemist.

I thought that it could be interesting to translate the correlation tables that were in Asagiri Kafka's book so here you go:

Chapter I « KŌRO JIDAI »’S GREAT WRITERS SEEN BY IZUMI KYŌKA

Chapter II NATSUME SŌSEKI AND THOSE GENES

Chapter III KAWABATA YASUNARI AND COMPANIONS OVERCOMING GENERATIONS

Chapter IV NAKAHARA CHŪYA AND « BURAI »’S GREAT WRITERS

Chapter V BIOGRAPHIES OF ECCENTRIC WRITERS

If you can read Japanese, please support Asagiri Kafka by buying his book! I might translate some more pages in the future but definitely not the whole book. Feel free to DM me or comment which chapter you would like to read, or about which author you would like to know more!

9/01/2023: updated the slide for chapter III -> @haganeproductio rightfully nitpicked about the "shinkan kakuha" which should be romanized shinkankakuha. (or shin kankaku-ha but this romanization is a lot less used)

[moonsoaked-tickles]

A very kind anon suggested I make a list of the characters I'll draw from each fandom! Instead of listing every character from every fandom and saying if I will or won't draw them, I'm just gonna list the characters that I'm willing to draw for ! It would make it a bit easier I think

Biggest Fandoms and Which Characters I'll Draw from Each!

Same heart rules from my fandom list still apply here!

Jujutsu Kaisen: 💙

Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Sukuna, Maki, Inumaki, Todo, Mahito, Choso, Haruta, Yuki, Yuuta

Bungou Stray Dogs: 💙

Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo (PLEASE ask me for Ranpo), Chūya, Kenji, Jun'ichirō, Kenji, Akutagawa, Higuchi, Tachihara, Oda, Ango, Edgar Allan Poe, Fukuzawa, Nikolai

Dungeon Meshi: 💙

Laios, Falin, Marcille, Chilchuck, Kabru

This list will update as I progress further into the anime!

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: 💙

Kusuo Saiki, Kaido, Aren, Kokomi Teruhashi, Hairo, Mera

My Hero Academia: 💙

Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kaminari (PLEASE), Sero (ALSO PLEASE), Ashido, Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Ojiro, Kirishima, Iida, Fumikage, Shinsou, Monoma, Mirio (hehehe), Amajiki, All Might (either form), Tetsutetsu, Aizawa, Present Mic, Aoyama, Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Toga, Compress, Fat Gum, Rody Soul, Overhaul

This list will update as I progress further into the anime!

Mouthwashing: 💙

Curly (pre-crash), Daisuke, Anya, Swansea. I will not do Jimmy do NOT ask for him/srs

This list will continue updating as I fall in an out of fandoms! I'll keep it linked in my intro :]

[ran-rindouhaitanis-wife916]

Ok, so thank you to the lovely people who reminded me this most is for my rule and basically just characters I'd like to receive/take requests for

My Rules:

Ok so I don't have very many rules really all I'm gonna to but is a couple of things.

1#:If you are and adult pls don't text me and ask to be friends because i have had many adults on other platforms do this to me and it makes me uncomfortable so just pls don't do it

2#: I will do smut if you ask, but don't pressure me into doing it or else it won't be done at all, and I will mute you so you can't send me requests

3#: please be nice to me and other ppl who are interacting with the post or you will be blocked and muted I'm still kinda new to writing so my one-shots might suck but I'm doing this to get better so pls don't be rude

The fandoms I write for/character I take requests

for:

Ok so let's start of with fandoms I already said this in my first post but I'm gonna say it again the fandoms I write for are: Tokyo revengers,Mha,Haikyuu,bungo stray dogs, blue period, Sk8 the infinity, JJK and maybe demon slayer

Character i would like to be requested:

Tokyo revengers: Mikey sano, baji, Chifuyu,Draken,Mitsuya,Smiley,Angry,

Hanma,Emma,Hina,Takamichi,Shinichiro,Kazutora,Ran,Rindo,kokonoi,inui,sanzu, maybe Yamagishi and Izana. I will strictly not to kisaki bcs I hate him 😤

My hero academy: bakugo, Deku, todoroki,denki,Ochako uraraka,Kirishima,Momo,Dabi,Jiro and Hawks

Haikyuu: Hinata, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Oikawa,Kenma,sugawara,Kageyama, Nishinoya,Kiyoko,Kuroo,hitoka,yaku, Bokuto,Akaashi,Tendō and maybe the miya twins

Bungo stray dogs: dazai and chūya haven't seen much of it yet, so pls forgive for the lack of characters. I will update this frequently if need be

Blue period:Mori,Yaguchi,Ryuji,Haruka Hashida, and Maki Kuwana

Sk8 the infinity: miya maybe,langa and Reki again haven't watched much of it yet

JJK:Gojo,yuji,megumi,Nobara,yuta,maybe sukana,inumaki,Maki,shoko, and maybe geto

Demon slayer: Tanjiro, Inosuke, Sanami, Zenitsu,Giyu,rengoku,Tengen, and maybe Akaza and gyutaro

And that's is, but don't worry if I didn't say any characters you like this will be updated, so do not fret love you guys and hope you enjoy

[poeticdevastation]

Hello Tumblr

No I am not d34d

There's an ask or two I've been meanin' to get to for a while but they might end up long so I've been procrastinatin' a bit.

I've got a lotta stuff goin' on irl n' cleanin' I'm tryna finish up before the weddin' is all.

[pipsqueak-in-black-pkmn]

Do you know when it's alright to chicken out and go home?

My name's Chūya Nakahara, underboss of the Port Mafia in Yokohama. Or at least I was. He/they.

I'm here with Dazai, apparently. as if this was weird enough...

Not exactly sure where I am... I'll update this post as I figure it out.

//OOC: Hi! Mod of @poke-irs-real here. Blog for Chūya Nakahara (Romanized: Chuuya) From Bungou Stray Dogs. follows from @sirfae. This is a thing me and a mutual are doing. check out @no-longer-pokemon for their Dazai blog.

[detectiveyue]

Message Received !

-> how they text you

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Tetchō

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—DAZAI

Wholesome messages; " 'Donna, really miss you right now :( "

" Need you to come to my rescue, love, Kunikida is being ruthless today. Kiss my injuries pretty please?"

" Belladonna, you would never guess what happened at work today. Meet up at our usual spot? I can guarantee you wouldn't want to miss this. And if somehow it doesn't amuse you, I'll compensate with kisses."

Oh lord. He spams your phone when he's in dire need of your attention like the attention whore he is

Has sent you questionable messages in the middle of meetings, watching with a smug grin as you cautiously open the conversations.

It can range from random and genuinely wholesome or prompt you to throw your phone across the room (or at him)

An emoji texter, I believe, probably frequently uses " ‼️🗣✨️". Most notably when he's demanding for your attention

" Bella you're ingorning me ‼️ how mean :<"

Is the one to send separate lines of text much to your displeasure because you often awake to see 20+ notifications from the brunette

Is really good at... ahem look away childern texting - but leaves you on read afterward just as a means of teasing you.

You should block his number

—CHŪYA

Wholesome Messages; "

"

"

Replies immediately to all your messages !! The second you send it, you're already met with a 'ding' with a thorough response

If, for whatever reason, he's not there with you in the morning or at night, he sends you "rise and shine, love." Ir " Sweet dreams, Doll."

Asks for daily updates about your day and such. " Hey doll, missing you right now. How are you doing?" If he gets an inkling that you're having a bad day or just needs his affections, expect him at your door soon <3

Tachihara once caught him smiling at his phone like a lovestruck fool - to which he clutched his phone close to his chest with a prominent red on his cheeks

Doesn't use emojis often but definitely has one in your contact name ♡

When he's drunk, he sends you paragraphs of declarations of love. All the words are misspelled, and you hardly understand what he's staying half the time, but it's endearing.

—RANPO

Wholesome Messages; "

Stares at his phone until you reply. He's sitting in his chair kicking out his feet with a big grin on his face when you do respond.

Has a separate notification system in place for you :0 it's probably something atrocious though, to your great displeasure and his immense delight

When he's lazy, he might send you those automated messages :/

But when he's craving your attention? There are so many messages outright begging you to pay him some proper attention, and he doesn't relent until he gets what he wants. He might even stomp on his foot in mild frustration

Sends you blurry pictures of his food with an accompanied "You should buy more of these y/n :D"

He might not share, tho unless you let him sit on your lap as you feed him, then maybe

—KUNIKIDA

Wholesome Messages;

A dry texter unfortunately. Maybe one of those one-liners. Sends you "hey" "good morning" "okay" "love you" and the like :')

And if it's not one-liners, it's blocks of text that require a read more option, but it's really wholesome if he's talking about you or expressing how much he misses you

But he's tries to be more considerate with your messages and does put a lot of thought into his responses

Has your contact user just as your name and your profile picture is the first letter of your name :(

Dazai has once messed up his contacts as a prank and left you as " glasses' other half" or something. Kunikida fixed up his contacts to how they were prior but left yours as "My other half" or something similarly sappy ! This might encourage him to set your profile picture of a flower in one of the garden beds outside the café

He probably expresses his humor as "haha" or "apologies, I had to take a moment to laugh"

Has asked you what a keyboard smash is - "what an improper use of equipment."

You; "you just press andomly on the keyboard. Anything really."

Him; "spacebar"

—AKUTAGAWA

Wholesome Messages;

He tries so much when it comes to texting you !! He can come off as really dry sometimes - so he follows up with some " just for your information, I am ecstatic, this keyboard hardly does justice."

Spends an unnecessary amount of time reading and revising his messages because it can't be less than perfection - nearly breaks his phone into two when he notices a grammar mistake the second he clicks send

And sometimes his messages or a little too sophisticated for the given topic but it's the thought that counts and he looks so proud of himself too

Same applies to pictures he sends you, takes plenty until the quality is just right - even as mundane as showing you his plate of food.

[tulipe-rose]

Okay, so I reviewed Dazai a little more, got opinions from a couple of people, and I came to the conclusion that Dazai wouldn't cry at the death of Chūya. Hell, he didn't even cry for Oda. He'd most probably repress it, and try to make a light hearted joke with a heavy heart. Maybe even something along the lines of "It seems you died before I did... How unfair of you, Chibi." He could let go of his suicidal tendancies that were infinitely disliked by Chūya, visiting his grave with wine he never enjoyed, or other trinkets that might've irritated Chūya during his lifetime; Dazai half-jokingly made it a goal to anger the ginger's spirit into haunting him. He'd recount stories, share updates on his life, and rarely, if ever, get somewhat sentimental. That never lasts longer than a moment though.

Edit: I edited it to match this, you can reread it now

Imagine how ironic, if not hilarious, it would be if yet another ginger took his last breathes while laying between Dazai's arms. I take it to be an interesting scenario multiple accounts attempted writing, and succeeding magnificently at that. I really enjoy reading the bitter tragedy interpreted by dozens of unique perspectives, such that I though I might as well add in my own. (Someone else probably thought of this first, so please don't call me a thief. If you do find a similar opinion, I'd appreciate it if you could politely link the post for me to read.)

Chūya never truly resorts to using the Arahabaki demon unless backed into a corner, having complete faith in his partner's capability of halting him when the job was taken care of.

Chūya Nakahara. Great Port Mafia executive, and wielder of his infamous gravitational ability; one of the most fearsome abilities out there. Enough to spark terror in the hearts of those whom once dared to oppose him, and survived to witness the light of day by some miracle. Said ability however, doesn't stand alone. The demon Arahabaki, a power that bears great weight on the ginger head's shoulders, occupies the young man's body around the clock. When activated, all sense is lost,and blind rage is left to lead.

Such a devastatingly extraordinary sight, quite fit for the demonic entity.

Finding beauty, or positive significance in such a hazardous display was something unique to the demon prodigy alone.

This time was supposedly no different. There occurred a fierce battle on a certain tranquil night, one that'd go down in history. There wasn't much of an option, it was a do or die situation, the stakes being the lives of his comrades. Chūya never hesitated when it came to protecting those whom treated him well, and had a significance in his heart. He'd never abandon them, even if they were to throw him under the bus. He was far too loyal.

Anyhow, Chūya slowly starts reciting the verse he seemed all too familiar with, before slowly descending into a feral state. The battle commences, and it's an utter disaster.

The enemy won't budge, and the corrupted Mafioso would be sent into more of an unintelligible state of madness, desiring destruction.

An issue arises, and that would be the absence of a particular lanky-beanpole, waste if bandages. By now, Dazai would be stepping in to break Chūya free of his corrupted chains, yet he's nowhere to be seen. Hell breaks loose, and the Arahabaki demon inflicts it's final blow.

...

Chūya Nakahara's body would crash to the ground before collapsing. His consciousness returned to him with great strain, and he was aware his last moments were his current. A faint sequence of haggard breathing could be heard. Though not having enough strength to take a glance at them, he knew whom these breathes belonged to. He knew that sound like the back of his hand; they didn't know each other for so long for nothing.

The messy man races over to cradle his partner's body, sensing the consciousness withering away. "Don't worry Chibi... You'll be fine... I'll figure something out-" Dazai repeated to himself more than anything, barely keeping it together, whispering in a delusioned tone laced with great desperation. Regret was evident, and an expression that had been hidden away for far two long adorned his face; helpless regret.

A soft croak escaped his partner, it's goal to grab the bandaged man's attention. The tone of voice was extremely faint and airy, yet Dazai held onto every word. "'Suppose it's my... time... I probably don't have much... T..ti-me. I'm... Honestly sur..prised I got to wake up again... now listen up, cause... I'm... saying this only once.... Don't you dare die, you damned Mackerel... Stay alive.... for at least another decc-ade.... or two. Or just don't die if you could help it... It's been a wi-ild time.... I'll fin-ally.... Have my peace...." Dazai looked on in muted horror, strong denial and sorrow. The moment he never assumd to come, the one that he had happily dreamt of; it's here, and Dazai couldn't help but feel overbore with a rage of emotios. He held Chūya tighter, never daring to interrupt. "Tell... AneE-san... And the rest... Th-aAt... It'l-ll be okay..." Nononononononono "and... Give a-- huUgg... to the little- farmer aAnd my boy... for me..."

'Don't.... I never actually wanted-'

''Til... Later... Osamu Dazai.... Partner."

Silence, and a body finally gone limp; embracing a long overdue rest.

A single tear drop fell without warning, and a low, messy, sob could be heard from his subtly shaking figure, clutching onto the small statured corpse gracefully lumped in his hold.

〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

(I kind of hate how it turned out ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡. Whatever--, moving on with life.

A little insane theory of mine would be that Dazai took Chūya's words literally, and decided to seek Fyodor's help to gain immortality (if he isn't the enemy himself, then Dazai would murder Fedya then gain immortality from him). He goes around deliverying Chūya's words after the funeral to everyone he assumed to be part of the 'rest'. He approached Kenji, and enveloped him in a short hug, doing the same with Akutagawa, but the latter being tons more surprised and perplexed.

Dazai watches everyone grow and die, and spends either the rest of eternity as the author of the book, creating multiple realities, one being a universe where he himself never existed. As expected, that universe was pure chaos, and Chūya died early on. It was just a little experiment Dazai wanted to try. It was to reassure himself, but he'd never admit it.

I personally view this as platonic soulmates/Friendship where bonds go deeper than blood/complicated siblings????(Not really), please don't judge me ＼⁠(ﾟ⁠ｰﾟ⁠＼⁠))

[honeydazai]

i honestly don’t care about university work anymore, im staying up till 3 am reading all of your fanfics and having a chuuya and nikolai brain rot

i cant i love your work so much <3 !!!!!!!!!!!

aa, you're so sweet, thank you!! i'm glad you're enjoying my work crying sobbing!!

Chūya and Nikolai 🤌🏻🤌🏻 good taste.. very good taste... thank you again!! 💜

also, tiny update in general: i'm finally feeling better, new kinktober post tomorrow! hehe

[outcast-thingz]

ANIME WATCHED LIST

U-Ultra Maniac (wco)?

C= complete

Favorites

C= complete; I= incomplete; D= dub; S= sub; N= not started

R=romance; S=school; SL=Slice of Life; H=Horror; A=Action; AD=Adventure; D=Drama; SU=Supernatural; SP=Superpowers; SF=Science fiction; CM=Comedy; DC= Dark Comedy; F=Fantasy; DF=Dark Fantasy; T=Thriller; P=Psychological; M=mystery; SI=Science; SIF=Science Fantasy; RCM=Romantic comedy; MA=Martial Arts; HA=Harem; AP=Apocalyptic

No- Q, U

Suggestions open, I might look into these.. I will update with new suggestions

Q-Quintessential Quintuplets or Queen's Blade?

U-Ultra Maniac?

A3! C/D N/S SL/D Citron and Misumi Ikagura

A Silent Voice C R/D/S no favorite

Assassination Classroom C/D I/S SF/A/C Nagisa and Karma

Attack On Titan I/D N/S A/DF No favorite

Avatar C AD/C Toph, Suki, and Ty Lee

B the beginning I/D N/S no favorite

Back Street Girls: Gokudolls C/D N/S no favorite

Balance Unlimited I/D I/C Haru Katō

Beastars I/C ...no favorite

Berserk I/D N/S no favorite

Black Clover I/D N/S Finral, Zora, and Lucky

Black Butler C?/D I/S Finny

Bleach I/D I/S No Favorite

Blue Exorcist C?/D I/S Rin and Amaimon

Bofuri: I Don't Want To Get Hurt So I'll Max Out My Defense C/D I/S Maple

Boku no Hero Academia I/D I/S Tsuyu, Bakugou, Tamaki, and Hawks

Buddy Daddies N/D I/S ALL OF THEM

Bungou Stray Dogs I/D N/S Kenji and Chūya

Cowboy Beebop C Ed

Danganronpa:Hope arc I Chihiro

Date A Live I/D N/S Kotoro if I remember right

Death Note I/D N/S no favorite

Demon Slayer I/D I/S Nezuko so far

Devilman Crybaby N/D I/S ...no favorite

Diabolik Lovers C/D C/S FUCK THAT (subaru..)

Dr.Stone I/S Senku so far

Eden's Zero I/D N/S Shiki

Fairy Tail I/D I/S Natsu, Levy, and Mirajane

Fire Force I/D N/S Shinra, Maki, Licht, and Benimaru

Food Wars I/D N/S ...no favorite

Fruits Basket I/D N/S Kyo, Tohru, MOMIJI

Fullmetal Alchemist C/D I/S Edward, Winry, Maes Hughes, Izumi

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood I/D I/S fairly sure its the same as the other version

Future Diary I/D N/S no favorite

Ghost in the Shell C no favorite

God of Highschool I/D N/S Jin mori, and Yu Mira

Haikyuu!! I/D I/S Kentaro, Saeko, Sugawara, Nishinoya, tendou, and Yaku

Hellsing Abridged C/D Alucard, and Seras

HoriMiya N/D I/S Miyamura

Hotarubi no Mori e C no favorite

Howl’s Moving Castle C Calcifer

Hunter X Hunter I/D I/S Kurapika, and Killua

Infinite Dendrogram I/D N/S FLAMINGO

Inuyasha I/D I/S Inuyasha, Shippo, and Kirara

Iwa Kakeru!: Sport Climbing Girls I/D N/S no favorite

JoJo’s Bizarre adventure I/D N/S no favorite

Jujutsu Kaisen C/D N/S Maki, Inumaki, Nanami, and... Gojo

Komi Can’t Communicate N/D I/S no favorite

K-On C/D N/S All of them

Kakegurui C/D N/S no favorite

Kiki’s Delivery Service C Jiji

Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan I/D N/S Uramichi

Lu Over The Wall C no favorite

Mary and the Witch’s Flower C no favorite

Mirai C no favorite

Moriarty the Patriot N/D I/S no favorite

My Neighbor Totoro C no favorite

Naruto I/D N/S no favorite yet

Neon Genesis: Evangelion I/D N/S no favorite

Nanbaka I/D N/S no favorite

Noragami I/D I/S Yato, and Ebisu if I remember right

Okko’s Inn C no favorite

One Piece I/D N/S Ace, Sanji, and Robin so far

One Punch Man I/D N/S no favorite

Ouran Highschool Host Club C/D C/S The twins, and Ryouji

Plastic Memories N/D I/S no favorites yet

Ponyo C no favorite

Princess Mononoke C no favorite

Promised Neverland I/D N/S no favorite

Puella Magi Madoka Magica C/D N/S no favorite

Rosario + Vampire C/D I/S ..no favorites

RWBY I Ruby, Nora, Jaune and Neo

Saiki-K C?/D I/S Saki

Sailor Moon I/D N/S no favorite

Saiyuki: Reload C/D C?/S Goku

Seven Deadly Sins I/D N/S King

SK8 Infinity N/D I/S no favorites

Skip Beat C/D N/S Kyoko

Somali and the Forest Spirit I?/D N?/S no favorite

Soul Eater C/D N/S Soul, Kid, Crona, Excalibur, and Justin

Soul Eater Not I/D N/S no favorite

Spirited Away C Kamaji and Zeniba

Sword Art Online I/D I/S Kirito, Lisbeth, Andrew Mils

The Iceblade Sorcerer Shall Rule the World I/D I/S Ray, Clarisse, and Evi

The Wallflower C/D I/S Sunako, Yukinojoh, and Hiroshi

Those Who Hunt Elves C/D N/S Airi, and Mihke

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun I/D I/S Hanako and Teru

Toradora I/D N/S Taiga

Vampire Knight I/D N/S ...no favorite

Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop C no favorite

X I/D N/S no favorite

Yuri On Ice C/D N/S no favorite

Yu Yu Hakusho I/D N/S no favorite yet