#chuuya jealous

[callmegreeneyes]

Hi! Can you write chuuya with s/o but only fluff, lots of fluff<3 that's can be scenario with cuddles and kisses?

Take care!

Scenario: Chuuya just got back after a long-time mission, and since you've missed each other, you cuddled on the terrace in front of a starry night.

Pairing: Chuuya x gn!reader

Genre: fluff af ♥️

Type: oneshot

A/N: Hey, hon! Firstly, I am deeply sorry it took me so long, but I haven't been well. Secondly, thank you for your request ♥️ I love this scenario, it's my favorite, and I think it's perfect for Chuuya! This is also my first requested oneshot, so I hope you’ll like it and that it was worth the wait ♥️ thanks again, and take care! !If there are mistakes, I am sorry, but English is not my first language!

Warm Welcome

One, two, three …

You took a sip from the glass of red wine on the wooden table in front of you.

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten …

The pleasant aroma of the wine made a smile appear on your lips. Despite the penthouse being full of refined bottles and Chuuya telling you to feel just like home, you brought a cheaper one from your small apartment. It wasn’t as exquisite as his, but it was good enough.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen …

Before departing for a long mission, Chuuya gave you a copy of his penthouse’s key, giving you the chance to come over anytime you wanted. That day you seemed to miss him more than usual, so you decided to stay for the night at his place. But it wasn’t enough. So, you decided to wear one of his white shirts. You needed to feel him closer.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty …

Since you two had started dating, you’ve been more anxious anytime he had a long-time mission. You repeatedly told yourself that it was ridiculous. You both worked for the Port Mafia: you were a subordinate and he was an executive. You knew how dangerous your jobs were, yet you couldn’t do anything about it. You got worried, every single time.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…

For the past weeks, you tried to focus on your work as much as you could, but in your free time, you couldn’t help yourself. Fortunately, you found out that counting stars before going to sleep reduced a bit your anxiety.

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…

To your eyes, they were an array of diamonds and you would have spent the night looking at them.

Only one person made you feel that way.

Suddenly, the gentle wind caressed your cheeks and played with a lock of your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed, cuddled by the night wind.

You were thankful that Chuuya's penthouse had a terrace.

- What you doing outta here?

As soon as you heard that voice, you opened your eyes. You turned to your left and stopped breathing. Chuuya was there, before your very eyes, in his usual work clothes. You couldn’t believe it.

- I-I’m j-just enjoying the night breeze. - you stuttered, taken by surprise. You put a hand on your pumping heart and told it to get a fucking grip.

The redhead sat next to you, on the same small couch. He couldn’t help but notice the red wine on the low table.

- You're treating yourself good, I see. - he smirked.

Expert as he was, he first twirled the wine to make it oxygenate and bring out more aroma. Then he sniffed it and took a sip before frowning. - This is not one of mine.

- I brought it from my apartment. - you replied, taking the drink off of his grip and drinking it.

- Why? Y/N, ya know I don’t lack fine red wines.

You placed the glass on the small table and smiled at him. - I’m well aware, yet at the same time, I know you keep your collection for important occasions.

He brushed a lock of hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, a sneaky excuse to graze his fingers along your cheeks. - I see you again after a month. I think it's quite an occasion, don't ya think? - he whispered, inches away from your face.

Your cheeks have grown flushed. In order to hide them, you stood up to get one of his top-notch wines.

- You're not going anywhere. - Chuuya said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you on his lap.

You replied, bewildered. - B-but you just said ...

- I know what I said! - he exclaimed. Then he took a deep breath. - Let’s just do it later ... now, I need you. -. His eyes stared deeply into yours.

You've missed him so much.

You've missed his red curls and the way they tickled your skin, giving you delightful chills on your back.

You've missed his deep, magnetic blue-green eyes and the way they looked at you, longing for you to be his. You didn't remember how many times you've lost yourself in those gems.

You've missed his scent, a mix of cologne and tobacco, that felt almost like home by now.

You realized how much you've missed his lips when he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed you. He could feel the taste of wine on your lips. He found they were sweeter than usual.

He took his gloves off, threw them on the sofa, and brought his hands back to your face. He barely touched you and you felt your heart burning. You've never felt this way before Chuuya. What is this man doing to me?, you thought while softly brushing his neck with your fingers.

About twenty pecks later, your lips got apart and you were even more flustered. - So, how did the mission go? - you asked, trying to shift his attention from your blush.

- Good. Everything went perfectly as planned. - he said, proudly.

- Did you get any injuries?

He shook his head.

- Good. - you sighed out of relief.

You started playing with his hair. - You know ... you could’ve told me you were coming back tonight. I would have prepared something for you.

He wrapped his arms around you and smirked. - Like what?

- Well, I could have cooked dinner …

He laughed slightly. You both remembered the last time you tried to cook. It didn't end very well.

- Hey! I’m getting better! - you protested.

- Oh, is that so? - he said, surprised.

You puffed and started to look at the stars, trying to find other ideas. - Well, otherwise, I would have prepared a hot bubble bath.

He hummed, pleased by your suggestion.

You took it as a sign to continue, so you did. - All accompanied by some candles, your favorite bottle of wine, and maybe some music.

He turned your chin with his hand to meet your eyes. - I would have liked that. - then, again, whispered close to your lips.

- Then, next time warn me when you get back. - you breathed, closing the gap between you.

You started to scratch his neck. You immediately could feel him smiling into the kiss.

The redhead pulled you closer by squeezing your waist. Then, he sweetly bit your lower lip to deepen the kiss, and your tongues initiated a loving slow dance.

Before joining the Port Mafia, you thought you wouldn’t have experienced something like this. You believed that those love stories were just stories.

But then … you met Chuuya.

Thanks to him, you had a chance to discover everything you missed: respect, understanding, trust, friendship, and ... love. You didn’t believe you would have loved someone so much. But, there you were. Kissing the man who stole your heart. Your love for him was so strong that scared you a bit sometimes.

After several minutes, you both were out of oxygen so you broke the succession of kisses.

While catching breath, he noticed what you were wearing. - Angel, is this one of my shirts?

- Yes. - you said, looking at the white item. - Is that a problem?

He shook his head while a small smile appeared on his lips. - No, I think it suits you.

- You do?

Just like you, Chuuya would have never expected to have a serious relationship. He sure had a few affairs through the years, but he never thought he could have trusted someone the way he trusted you. By consequence, he never believed he would have ever been as close to someone as he was to you.

You’ve been dating for about 9 months and, even though it wasn’t such a very long time, for the both of you it was a big deal. You were still exploring your feelings and gradually getting above your boundaries.

He nodded, rubbing your back. - You should wear my clothes more often.

You purred. - Noted.

Chuuya smiled warmly. While he was away, you two barely got in contact because of your schedules. It wasn't necessary for you to say it out loud, it was pretty clear that you wore something of his because you've missed him. That gesture filled his heart with pride and joy. Furthermore, before departing, he secretly took one of your bracelets with him. Anytime he looked at it, it reminded him he had somebody to come home to; then, he would get everything done and over with to come back and see you again.

- I’ve missed you too, by the way. - he whispered to your ear.

You blushed once again. Despite your reasons being implicit, he still figured it out. No one has ever understood you, but him. The feeling was so surreal to you. You started to wonder if you'd been through all you did just to meet him, just to have him in your life.

He caressed your cheek before giving you a kiss.

You both pulled away from each other, and you couldn't hide the smile growing on your lips.

- What about you, babe? What did you do while I was away? - he then asked, brushing his lips against your collarbone. Once again, you could feel shivers down your spine. It took you a couple of seconds to reply.

- Well, I‘ve had some missions. Afterward, I’ve been hanging out with some of the Lizard’s squad and ...

Suddenly, your phone started beeping on the low table. You took it in your hand to look at who was texting you. It was Tachihara.

- Why is he texting you at this time of night? - Chuuya asked, peeking at the sender’s name.

- Well, I’ve been hanging out with him for the past weeks. - you explained, muting your phone and putting it back where it was.

Chuuya groaned. - Couldn’t you hang out with someone else?

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by his reaction. - Why? What’s wrong with Tachihara?

- He keeps calling you ‘princess’! - he complained.

Your colleague has called you by that stupid nickname since day one. In his opinion, your kind manners and innocent appearance (really unusual features for someone who works in the mafia) justified that nickname. However, you’ve told Tachihara countless times to stop calling you that, but he never did, so you decided to just let him be.

- Chuuya, he does it for mocking me.

- So? It still bothers me, Y/N.

Maybe, I shouldn’t tell him I’ve been hanging out with Dazai too, you thought. You got on pretty well with the guy. You found him amusing and interesting. Nevertheless, you were aware of their extremely difficult relationship. The redhead knew how flirty his ex-partner could be and he didn’t want you any closer to ‘that bastard’.

You leaned closer, inches away from his lips, and looked deep into his eyes with pure adoration. - Well, it shouldn’t. Because I …

You kissed his forehead.

- … only …

You kissed his nose.

- … have …

You kissed his left cheek.

- … eyes …

You kissed his right cheek.

- … for …

You kissed his lips.

- … you.

At first, he got lost in your sparkling e/c eyes. After he heard his pumping heart, he then registered every word (and kiss) you delivered to him. He immediately averted your gaze, trying to hide the blush with his hat.

You, obviously, noticed and giggled. - You’re so cute, Chuu.

- Tsk, shut it. - he murmured, visibly embarrassed.

You smiled widely while taking and caressing the hand that held the hat.

Then, his gaze met yours, and a question peeped in his mind. - You mean it? You only have eyes for me?

Both of you have never been loved for who you really were. That was something you understood very soon.

On your part, at the beginning of your relationship, you hardly adjusted to his luxurious lifestyle and, especially, accepted his glamorous gifts. Not only because you weren’t used to it, but also for reassuring him that you didn’t like him for his money.

Chuuya was surprised by how simple and down-to-earth you were and also relieved that you weren't a gold digger or hungry for power.

He really was incredulous about the fact that you wanted to be with him for his person, and not for his role in the Port Mafia.

And when you understood that giving gifts was one of his love languages, you started to look at them differently. Sure, you still had to tell him not to spend too much money on you, but you warmly kept all his presents. He was always happy seeing you with one of his gifts on, especially on dates.

On his part, Chuuya made some real efforts to make you trust him. Despite his gifts, comforting gestures, and sweet words here and there, you had a hard time removing all the doubts wandering in your mind. Because of your past experiences, you kept fighting against your trust issues. In other words, you were quite the paranoic.

The redhead, having the same issues as you, knew the feeling. And since you pushed all the right buttons for him to trust you, he was determined to reciprocate. He wanted you to feel at ease around him and, to your surprise, he achieved his aim. You don't even know how he has done it, but it wasn't important. When you realized that you could put faith in him, you felt blessed.

You two couldn’t have asked for anyone better.

You knew he was wearing his heart on his sleeve, same as you, and that's why your expression was deadly serious. - Yeah, I truly mean it. - you said, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.

Chuuya was totally mesmerized by your actions and couldn't do anything else but look at you like he was under an enchantment.

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt and whispered in his ear. - Let me show you.

You started to leave delicate kisses all over his neck, his hair ruffling between your fingers. You worshipped the man and you wanted to let him know. He deserved it.

Chuuya closed his eyes, relaxing under your graceful touch. You’ve always treated him with the utmost care and kindness and although he couldn’t understand the reason for you to do so, he inevitably surrendered to you.

When your kisses reached his jawline, he clutched you tight.

- I wish we'd spend more time together. - the redhead said, rubbing your back.

- Me too. But we already talked about it, remember? - you replied, still peppering him with small lazy kisses.

You discussed this topic several times. You guys tried to organize your different schedules to find extra time for yourselves. But nonetheless, it was harder than you thought. Firstly, Chuuya was an executive so his tasks were not just more difficult, but they required more time to accomplish; you were an ordinary subordinate and because of that you had more missions on your agenda. Secondly, your jobs were often unpredictable so you could have been called into duty anytime and your missions could have lasted longer. Thirdly, most of the time, when you were done with your tasks you both were exhausted.

You both struggled a lot. But even one hour together was worth the effort.

However, Chuuya was a man full of surprises. - Well, I might have a proposal. - he revealed, smiling smugly.

You stopped your actions and curiously looked at him. - Really? That is?

For unexplainable reasons, the way he looked at you got you nervous.

- Move in with me. - he breathed, staring deep into your eyes.

May I have drunk too much wine?, you asked yourself. You couldn't believe your ears. - Say again?

He took your hand and started to draw small circles on it with his thumb. - Move in with me. - he securely repeated.

You knew him enough to know that he wouldn't have done or said something that he hadn't wanted to; but, at the same time, you'd be lying if you didn't know how impulsive he could be.

Maybe he pronounced those words because we were apart for four long weeks, you believed. - Chuuya ... have you thought this through?

Little did you know he had been thinking about it for some time.

He imagined waking up next to you every single day, giving you good morning kisses, and keeping you in bed, despite your sayings about being late for work.

He imagined you having breakfast together, with you telling him what you had dreamed about during the night and informing one another about your plans for the day.

He imagined intertwining your hand or holding your thigh on the drive to work and giving you a hidden kiss before parting.

He imagined getting back home and cooking dinners together, by the sound of your laughter and smooches.

He imagined having more time for indoor and outdoor dates.

He imagined spending weekends in bed and cuddling in each others' arms.

He imagined giving you goodnight kisses and sleeping together.

Someone would say he almost planned everything.

He had no doubts about it. All he wanted was you, every part of you.

At first, he felt nervous thinking about asking you. He attempted to do it again and again, but every single time your piercing gaze left him petrified and breathless. When you asked if there was something wrong, his cheeks went scarlet.

Though, his long-time period mission gave him the chance to prepare himself and now he couldn't wait any longer. He was more than ready.

- Yes. I’m serious about us. - he declared, kissing your knuckles. His ardent eyes fixed intensely on yours, diving into the depth of your soul looking for a glimpse of something. An affirmative response from you. - So ... will you?

You have never lived with anyone before and you didn't believe you would in the future. You've always been alone. And despite being in a relationship with Chuuya for nine months, you hardly acknowledged when you thought about it.

In a corner of your mind, you thought he would have got tired of you eventually and left you. Just like everybody. But in Chuuya's case, it was different. You always considered the redhead like a star: so bright and beautiful, yet so unreachable and out of your league. In your opinion, he deserved so much better than you.

And although you've told yourself to live this relationship day by day, enjoying the present and not questioning the future ... now you had to face what your future together would have been.

Because this wonderful star wanted you to live with him.

You were incredulous. You didn't know how all this could have been possible still, you were over the moon. You would have joined that precious star. You repeatedly nodded while a cute smile crept on your lips. - Yes. I will.

He smiled widely and pulled you into his embrace once again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close to you as possible. You wanted to cry out of joy. You’ve never even dreamed of such a thing.

- If you don’t have to work, you can move in tomorrow. - he said, brushing your hair.

You pulled away a little from the hug and nodded again.

- Then, we can go to our favorite Italian restaurant. - he sweetly whispered, an inch from your lips.

You couldn’t control the big smile on your face or the sparkles filling your eyes. It wasn't just happiness. It was something bigger and you could feel it because your heart was about to explode. - You don’t know how much I love you. - you breathed, pressing your lips onto his.

Begrudgingly, he broke the kiss and stared at you. - What?

It took you a couple of seconds to realize what just happened. Then, you froze. Shit. Apparently, he really didn’t know how much you loved him. He didn’t know at all.

You mentally slapped yourself. My stupid mouth. Couldn't I just shut up and kiss him?

You had never told him you loved him and in that moment, you had no idea what to do.

- Y/N. You just said you love me ... is that true? - he asked, studying your expression.

Your hands started to sweat. You didn’t want to confess, or at least not in this manner. But it was too late to go back on your feet. You had to be honest with him.

Despite you getting anxious, he deserved to know the truth. - Y-yes, it’s t-true. - you admitted, your voice shaky.

He furrowed his brow. - Why didn’t you tell me?

You answered trying your best not to avert his gaze. - I didn’t know if we were on the same page and I was afraid that if I had told you I would have scared you away. I indeed would have waited longer to tell ...

Chuuya abruptly interrupted you. - When did you think you would have told me?

- At the right time. -. You were not only afraid of scaring him away, but you were scared to be vulnerable too.

In the past, every time you trusted people, you always found yourself to be the only one in pain.

- If you don’t feel the same, it’s fine. -. It's a lie, a voice sang in your head.

Time by time, you grew to learn that if you opened your heart to someone, your heart would have been the one bleeding.

- But, please tell me. - you begged, holding your breath.

When you joined the Port Mafia, you believed that your policy would have been perfect for that kind of environment.

You didn't know how wrong you were.

In one of the most dangerous and cruel organizations, you unexpectedly found the truest relationships you've ever had.

And when you realized you were in love with him, you decided to keep it to yourself. You guessed you were just waiting to be ready to completely open your heart.

Fortunately, once again, Chuuya proved you had no reason to be afraid.

He sighed. - You’re such an idiot sometimes …

- I was j-just trying to p-protect me from … - you tried to reply, but he cut you off again.

- … but I still love you.

Everything stopped. The time, your breathing. You opened your mouth, trying to formulate a complete sense sentence, but no words came out. The only thing you could do was stare at him.

The redhead started to stroke your hair, encouraging you to speak your thoughts. - Y/N?

Your heart was racing and your head was spinning. You replied, stuttering. - … Y-you do?

- Yeah. I do love you. - he replied, his hands cupping your face.

You didn't doubt the truthfulness of his words, but a thought landed in your mind. - W-wait… if you love me, why haven't you said anything either?

- I wanted it to be special. - he explained, caressing your soft cheeks. - That's why I asked you to dinner at our first date's restaurant.

Just like you, Chuuya was waiting for the right moment. But, for different reasons.

He's never told anyone those three little words and since he knew you've never heard them, he wanted to do something unique. He has been planning to tell you for a while.

Firstly, he would have taken you where you had your first date. You two would have had a beautiful dinner, accompanied by suffused lights, sweet melodies, and a romantic panoramic view of Yokohama.

Then, he would have taken you for a walk near the river because he knew how much you liked night walks and the moon’s reflection on the water.

Afterward, you two would have gotten back to his penthouse and he would have given you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

And, after a couple of sips from a bottle of red wine, you would have danced on the terrace under the starry night with the only sound of your beating hearts.

That.

That would have been the moment.

The moment you would have learned about his love towards you.

In front of those words, you felt guilty. He was so passionate and sweet ... and you were the worst. - I shouldn't have said anything.

Being aware of how romantic he was, you were a hundred percent sure that he already had planned something. - I ruined your plans. - you groaned, hiding your face behind your hands.

His eyes softened. He found you so cute.

- You did not. - he said, uncovering your face. - This won't change my plans.

You tilted your head. - You sure?

He nodded and looked at you affectionately. - I’m glad you told me. - he reassured you, kissing your forehead.

You could see his gleaming eyes were sincere and that made your heart get warm. - And thank you for loving me. - he added in a whisper.

You’ve never felt so lucky in your whole life. - I should be the one thanking you.

Chuuya stared deep into your eyes and you couldn't resist any longer. Your hands slithered up his neck and you leaned in to meet his lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet. He put his hands around your hips and kissed you back again and again and again.

Next, he paused and rested his forehead on yours. - Tell me again.

You looked at him lovingly. - I love you, Chuuya Nakahara. - you breathed, unable to hide a smile.

The redhead's heart started racing like crazy. He pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly, and pressing his lips on yours once again. Your hands slowly reached his face and gently cupped his cheeks.

- I love you so damn much, Y/N Y/S. - he sweetly whispered between kisses.

Kiss by kiss, your mouth opened slightly and you could feel his tongue against your own. Then, Chuuya brought a hand up to clutch your hair, pulling you even deeper into the heavenly kiss and sending shivers down your back.

As the kiss intensified, you brought your hand behind his head, his hair ruffling between your fingers, and Chuuya lightly moaned into your mouth because of your enchanting touch.

The kiss got so passionate that you both sank deeper and deeper into each other, totally lost by the intensity of your actions.

When you finally pulled away, you both were out of breath. Chuuya stroked your cheek as he broke into a smile when his eyes met yours again.

- I think it's the perfect time for a 1964 Romanée-Conti bottle now. - he suggested, smirking.

You gulped. Saying that bottle of wine was expensive was an euphemism. - Chuu, you sure? I know it's very pricey. - you said, scratching the back of his neck.

- Yeah, 'm sure. - he replied, pecking your cheek. - And since I liked your earlier idea, what do you say you take two glasses and the wine while I take care of the hot bubble bath, mh? - he whispered against your lips.

- I’d love it. - you answered, kissing him one last time.

Chuuya took you in his arms and went inside to celebrate your relationship’s new chapter surrounded by bubbles and perfume.

Afterward, you both spent the rest of the night peacefully sleeping between the sheets of your soon-to-be shared bed.

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[minkkinii]

Day 4

[empyreux]

SAD NEWS: PORT MAFIA EXECUTIVE IS FRIENDS WITH A PARROT!!

CARELESS EXECUTIVE CAUGHT IN AN EMBARRASSING MOMENT: 22-YEAR-OLD OPENS HEART TO PARROT

[juicebox72664]

Yes, Dazai’s jealous

Dazai was a possessive man, especially of Chuuya, and he wasn’t even trying to hide his glare at the man talking to Chuuya.

They’d been talking for just a little too long.

Sitting just a little too close.

And touching just a little too much.

He wanted to kill the guy; but Chuuya would be mad if he blew the mission; he might make him sleep on the couch.

So he stayed where he was.

That changed very quickly.

It changed the second Chuuya looked uncomfortable.

He knew Chuuya could take care of himself.

He also knew Chuuya would do whatever it took to get the mission done.

So he marched straight over there, interjecting himself into the conversation without hesitation, covering up his distain for the man with a very fake smile; and he’s sure the man knew it was fake because he gave a similar one.

“Sorry; I really must borrow Chuuya for a moment.”

He didn’t miss the glare that Chuuya shot him; this might be the only chance they have to get the intel they needed.

That didn’t stop Dazai from forcibly pulling Chuuya away.

Once they were far enough away from the man, Chuuya pulled wrist away. “What the fuck, Osamu? I had him.” He would be yelling, but he didn’t want to attract attention.

“We can ‘have him’ another way.” Dazai remarks, his jealousy, and not to mention his hatred for the man, lacing his voice.

Chuuya crosses his arms over his chest. “I cannot believe you.” He rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’m going to try to salvage this.”

Dazai grabs his wrist before he can leave, pulling his back against his chest.

“Osamu.” He says evenly. “Let go.”

Dazai hold only tightens. “I don’t want him around you.” He grumbles.

“I know.” Chuuya turns around in his hold, cupping his face. “I just need to get the information, and when we get home, you can have me all to yourself.”

Dazai groans, but relents, letting Chuuya go. “I expect your full attention.” He pouts.

Chuuya laughs and pecks his lips. “You got it.” Then he turns heel and heads back to the man that Dazai hopes he’ll be allowed to kill after the mission.

[myshipsbesailing]

For a man who only appeared for like 15 minutes in the entire show the amount of control he has on the Fandom (and me) is not okay.

Also Chuuya sweetie , no straight man ever poses like that

[flamie-42]

Soukoku Marriage Saga pt 6

Kunikida: Ranpo I need to talk to you

Ranpo: *wakes up* mhm?

Kunikida: did you know Dazai was married???

Ranpo: yeah of course! I figured everyone else knew?

Kunikida: and that it was with Nakahara from the Port Mafia??

Ranpo: yeah? That was the most obvious choice *shrugs*

*Dazai arrives*

Ranpo: you really scared Kunikida haven’t you Dazai?

Dazai: why?

Ranpo: *laughs* I think he is jealous of your marriage

Kunikida: *yelling across the room* I AM NOT JEALOUS

Part 7 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 1

[lovelymalleus]

“Chu-Chu!” || Jealous! Chuuya Nakahara x G/N Reader - Bungou Stray Dogs

Warnings: Just some mild swearing (it’s literally chuuya), that’s pretty much it.

Chuuya grit his teeth as he watches you hug a plushie of him tightly, completely forgetting about his presence for the 5th time today. He already felt like ripping that stupid stuffed toy apart and throwing it out the window.

How dare that thing take his rightful place…? It should be HIM you’re hugging, not some damn plushie!

You were only sitting beside him with the Chuuya plushie held close to your chest, causing the actual Chuuya to narrow his blue eyes at the thing that was stealing your attention away from him.

You wouldn’t pay Chuuya any mind or attention the entire night due to your consistent coddling towards the plushie as you held it close to your chest.

“Goddammit, when are they going to throw that toy away already…?” He thought to himself with an almost envious scowl, glaring at the plushie in your arms.

Chuuya hated to admit it, but he was jealous...Jealous that stupid plushie of him you sewed got more attention from you than you give him him. You barely paid him any mind, only paying attention to the cute plushie instead, and it infuriated him.

The plushie even looked exactly like him. The orange hair, the grey tux, the fedora hat, the coat, it just looked more cotton-like and small.

Well...Small-er.

Chuuya remained quiet and took another sip of his cold drink. His gaze fixated on you until he finally clicked his tongue in frustration and slammed his drink down quite angrily.

“I'll tear that thing to shreds, maybe they'll finally acknowledge my damn existence..." He mumbled to himself with a scowl, voice low enough for you not to hear him.

Before you could even react, Chuuya abruptly snatched the plushie from your arms, glaring down at the thing that was slowly poisoning your mind.

You gasped, startled by the sudden snatch and spun your head towards the source, only to see your boyfriend holding the plushie in his grasp tightly, "Chu-Chu!" You cried dramatically, trying to grab it yet Chuuya held it far away for you not to touch it.

"Chu-Chu...?" Chuuya repeated in disbelief with a glare sent to you. He slowly raised his free hand, the other holding the plushie securely, and pointed it at you, then he started to speak up again in a harsh tone.

"You've got some nerve..." He began with a cold stare, "You don't even speak to me at all. But when it comes to this ugly piece of cotton, you're willing to yell it's name out loud?! Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!"

"It's not ugly, Chuuya! It's cute!" You gasped dramatically at your boyfriend, offended by his words as you continued to try and grab the plushie that just had a small, unwavering smile on it's face.

"It's hideous!"

"IT'S ADORABLE!"

Chuuya lowered down the hand holding the plushie, turning the other way while rubbing the bridge of his nose with an exhale leaving him.

"And what about me?" He then asked with a frown, turning to face you, "Am I not handsome? Do I not deserve your acknowledgment? Do you know how stupid it is when you give a goddamn toy more affection then you give me?"

You were clearly taken aback by his words as your brows furrowed and your hand dropped onto your lap.

"What are you—" You cut yourself off suddenly as a smirk slowly spread across your face, "Are you jealous...Of a plushie, Chuuya...?"

Chuuya stiffened at your words, a blush creeping on his cheeks, and he went silent for a moment before he looked back at you with narrowed eyes. He was thinking on whether to tell the truth or not, but he had already said too much.

"Yeah? So what?" He glared, holding the plushie in his lap with a firm grip, "You've been paying more attention to a sack of cotton more than you have been me! Of course I'm upset!" Despite how defensive he's being, he still looked pretty embarrassed and even tried to not make eye-contact with you.

You only laughed, throwing your head back against your chair, causing Chuuya to grumble.

“You're seriously jealous over Chu-Chu?” You snickered, trying to contain your laughter.

"Quit calling it Chu-Chu like it's a human being!" Chuuya demands, slamming his hands on the table, dropping Chu-Chu in the process to which you quickly caught with your foot and bounced it back up in your lap.

You finally stopped laughing, but your grin was still visible on your face as you fixed your position in your seat. You couldn’t believe this was the same Port Mafia executive who would kill someone heartlessly with cold blood, “Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll put Chu-Chu to the side, then we can cuddle and you can have all the affection you deserved!" You grinned wider and put Chu-Chu on the table in-front of the red lounge sofa, spreading your arms out for him to enter.

Chuuya narrowed his eyes skeptically as he stared at your open arms, he was still annoyed but you knew he couldn't say no either. He slowly approached you, not saying a word and he eventually sat on your lap and wrapped his arms around you.

"I don't know how I got such a ridiculous lover." He said as he buried his face on your shoulder, "You can be such an idiot sometimes...Yet, I can't stop loving you."

The fact he was calling you ridiculous despite getting jealous over a plushie, and was only calmed down by cuddles was pretty ironic, but you decided not to say anything.

"Uh-huh, I love you too..." You instead giggled, leaning your head against his and holding him closer. Chuuya smiled lightly against your shoulder at your words, a light blush spreading over his cheeks which you didn’t seem to notice.

The two stayed silent for awhile as they laid in each-other's arms peacefully before you suddenly broke it.

"Can Chu-Chu cuddle with us?” You asked sweetly, blinking your eyes in an innocent matter.

Chuuya was about to object, but sighed and glanced at the plushie for a moment before he looked back at you as if you were a child asking for a toy.

"Alright, the toy can join us," He said grumpily, "for now..." He added which came out as a mumble.

You grinned and reached over to grab Chu-Chu, placing him in between you and Chuuya before going back to cuddling with him.

After a few more minutes, Chuuya could hear your soft breathing and snores against his chest, and he took that as his chance to kick the plushie off the couch and away from them.

He held his leg up and swiftly kicked it directly where it’s face was located, causing the plushie to collapse on the ground with a soft thud!

A triumphant smirk spread across Chuuya’s face as he watched Chu-Chu lay flat on the ground like a starfish, the smile still on it’s face.

“Serves you right, little bastard…”

Live laugh love Chu-Chu, he does no wrong 🫶🫶 and I made this while my cat was laying in-between my legs, BUT HE WON’T MOVE AND I’LL FEEL TOO BAD IF I GET UP 😭😭

the chuuya plushie in question:

saw this plushie on ebay and I immediately thought of making this

[forthetaintedmemes]

Chuuya: What are you doing?!

Dazai: Trying to win my boyfriend back.

Chuuya: What boyfriend?

Dazai: Sigma

Chuuya: Sigma's not your boyfriend, I'm your boyfriend!

Dazai: Say that again?

Chuuya, blushing: No.

Dazai with an evil smile and recorder: It's ok I've got it right here.

[executive-chuuya]

*Poe was currently sitting in the living room, reading a mystery while petting Karl.*

// @the-raven-oftheguild

Chuuya was currently at work for an undercover mission, at least until he opened the door and walked inside, setting his coat and hat on the rack next to the door like he always did.

What was different, however, were the lipstick marks on his neck and the collar of his white button-up, staining both the fabric and his skin with dark red. Chuuya hadn't seemed to notice the marks were there yet.

[bnnywngs]

There are few things that annoy Dazai the most.

The first one is definitely losing to Edogawa senpai in the school exam ranking (he's aiming for first place this year, it's his last chance before Edogawa graduates, studying seriously for once in his life).

The second one is the most important, but also the trickiest. He absolutely hates that Chuuya is so popular. Every year since last year of middle school, when they met when Chuuya transferred to their school from France, Dazai is forced to watch boys and girls and anything in between fall in love with the red head. The amount of chocolate every Valentine's is frankly appalling. Or worst - the amount of times Chuuya has been called from class to receive a confession or an invitation to Christmas dates or to walk together during the cultural festival.

Dazai feels like murdering every single one of those ugly and annoying teenagers who dares to breathe the same air that Chuuya. Odasaku and Ango are always looking at him weirdly when he says those things aloud so he just stares and glares silently. And writes in his Chuuya diary (but that's a secret).

And here he is, second year of high school, having to go through another Valentine's Day yet again.

Everything is going as he predicted and that's annoying him a bit too much that it's starting to show. Dazai himself received some chocolates, both romantic and friendly, and gave none (although there is a little heart shaped box hidden in his bag and he refuses to think about it). Chuuya already has an overflowing bag of chocolates beside his feet by his desk, and there's probably more to come and Dazai is seriously considering murder.

But it's okay, everything's okay. Chuuya never once before accepted any of the confessions. It's fine.

(Dazai is definitely not biting into his metaphorical handkerchief, he's not)

(maybe on the way back home today, he can—)

"Chuuya-kun!"

Dazai turned his head so quickly, his neck made an odd clicking sound that hurt, but he ignored it because standing by the door with a grin and a square box of chocolate in one hand, was Edogawa Ranpo.

"Senpai." Chuuya greeted, voice composed although his expression was of confusion.

Edogawa walked inside their class as if it was normal and paused beside the red haired boy, putting his little chocolate box on his table without another word.

"There's a café I want to go to, I heard their pancakes are delicious. What do you think?" Edogawa asked, shocking everyone around.

Never once before the third year showed any interest in anyone.

Chuuya blushed. Chuuya blushed. Chuuya never blushes.

Oh no, oh no, no, no nonononono—

"Today...?" Chuuya asked, voice breaking at the end.

"If you're free." Edogawa's grin widened.

"I— Yes! I mean, yes. I can go."

Dazai will murder Edogawa, to hell with seniority.

"Chuuya—" Dazai started, only to be cut by another senior.

"Oy, Ranpo-san, class is starting." Yosano-senpai said, lowering her phone, clearly taking pictures of what happened.

"See you later, Chuuya-kun." the older boy waved sweetly and walked out of class.

There are few things that annoy Dazai the most, but only one thing he hates.

And that thing is called Edogawa Ranpo.

[ravencincaide]

Just like Dazai 

Summary:  No one liked being compared to someone else. Especially when you suspect that there was much more to your boyfriend's relationship with his ex partner than met the eye. But did it really matter? After all, you'd never be able to meet his expectations. Because you weren’t Dazai. No matter how much he compared you to him. 

Pairing: fem! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara 

Inspired by Raven’s special anon prompt: “Chuuya accidentally hurts the reader with something he said or done. And he realizes it only when he sees her hurt expression and when she runs away from the room? “ 

Warnings: Cursing, mention of alcohol consumption, hurt/ light angst. hint at SSK, 

Enjoy

“ Goddamn it, you’re just as fucking bad with your bets as Dazai” 

The smile faded off your lips and twisted down into a frown. Your laughter which rang out together with the loud music of the arcade died down in your throat. All that was left behind was the obnoxious tune of the game you two had been playing for the past hour or so. The victory dance and loud screech on your screen and the ’you lose’ on Chuuya’s with an even louder melody which seemed to mock the ginger. Without your joy and laughter you could clearly hear it now; the frustrated growls of having lost yet another round of the game he swore he would kick your ass in. The musings at the fact that he was supposed to be better than you, the bitter one-line comparisons between the way you played the game and Dazai. 

It was always Dazai. Dazai would have made a different attack in that last second, and then Chuuya would have had you where he wanted you. Dazai would have missed that last shot and then Chuuya would have been able to– 

His quiet rant left a bitter taste in your mouth. You had only ever caught sight of the ex-mafia executive once as a new recruit  but now you seemed to constantly exist in his shadow. Dazai, who was supposedly only a mission partner, was someone your boyfriend compared you to. Dazai, the bastard who was no longer in the Port Mafia. Dazai who was so much smarter- he would have goddamn planned better for the mission and then there’d be no casualties. Dazai who’s reports were always short and straight to the point when delivered to Mori, while yours were always too long. Dazai this, Dazai that! 

Dazai wasn’t there- he had left of his own volition while you stayed and served and slaved. Fought for the Mafia- fought for Chuuya. Showered him in love, affection and care. And yet still, somehow, despite not being Dazai you lived in his shadows. 

 Whatever for? 

Suddenly, Chuuya’s firsts made contact against the dashboard of the arcade machine between you two- an action which caused several other patrons to inch away from you in visible fear. Normally you would have scolded Chuuya for his brash actions, now you merely glanced up at him in question. There were two tokens clutched in his fist- a frustrated demand for yet another rematch. “ Another time, this was just dumb luck, yeah! Final round and I’m gonna kick your pretty lil ass, sweets!” 

But you were not in the mood for games. 

You were bitter, angry in the way no one seemed to understand. On edge in a fashion that not even the cocktail beside you- or the alcohol in your system- could calm. You didn’t bother to plaster a fake smile on your lips as you slid off the slightly too high chair. Your heels made contact with the sticky arcade floor and you bitterly mused that Dazai would have likely moved with more grace than you had. No, he wouldn’t have needed to jump down; he was the perfect height to just slide off the stool with dignity. The thought made anger flare in your gut. Your eyes looked anywhere but at Chuuya. “ Another time, okay?  I realized I forgot something”

You caught sight of his surprised expression, the confused hurt look on his face as you turned on your heel. Of course you disappointed him; that’s all you seemed to do. Unlike Dazai who– 

You cut your trail of thoughts off and hurried out. You did not wait for his reply, did not look back at him as you stumbled out of the arcade room. Past the pool tables, pushed through the sweaty tipsy queue of other patrons who waited to order their up-tenth drink and then out into the chilly evening air. Your feet carried you faster and faster for every second, until you turned down unfamiliar streets which lead you away from Port Mafia territory. That lead you further and further away from Chuuya. 

But at that moment you did not care. Because why should you? Why had you even bothered trying in the first place? Why had you put effort into getting to know Chuuya? Why had you bothered trying to share your skills and passions when all you were to him was nothing but a replacement? A replacement for the partner who left Chuuya behind. 

A man you would never be able to surpass, and so you were doomed to forever reside in his shadows. Because no matter how hard you tried, you would never be Dazai. 

Author note: So we start off Raven's specials with a little angst. (Yes I know it's not Sunday, but I have a plan, trust me. So shhh)

Don't forget to check Raven's masterlist! and wait for the next Special ;) ©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reposted/copied anywhere else without my consent, please inform me!

[evilkaeya]

Yuichi Kurosawa Cherry Magic could go head on with Dazai Osamu bsd on insane freak competition (obsessed with their partner category) and win probably

[residentgaykid]

"An unconcious Sigma" let's smack him against the floor 15 tines because he's too pretty for this world

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Dazai and wanting his pretty long haired partners to go bald

[nonbinary-akutagawa]

look Dazai just call Chuuya your bitch, you obviously want to.

[underthetree845]

Alrighty April, can you write a yandere! Chuuya x reader fanfic (hcs or oneshots whatevers easier) where reader is single (More of a hopeless romantic type thing) and she's talking and laughing with Dazai? Maybe Dazai will hold your hand or something and he snaps. Maybe he could like kidnap you, or kill dazai, or something? Idk, I'm just trying to give you ideas, do whatever you want with this request :)

Hey! I know this took me awhile to answer, I just had some other things I needed to push out of my drafts first, so I do apologize :') I'm going to tag you just to make sure you see this: @a-random-weeb And please let me know what you think!

(As previously stated) I have never written yandere content before, and I don't feel comfortable writing anything too dark, so I did my best with this. It might come off as a little more jealous/possessive, but I stuck to the prompt.

Dogs Are Better

Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

Cws:  gn! reader, jealousy, yandere if you squint, reader is a dog person (it makes sense later I promise), dazai getting beat up (by chuuya), possessive! chuuya, unhealthy possessiveness, chuuya does genuinely care, implications of stalking, alcohol, drinking, slightly tipsy reader, reader gets a hangover, overly trusting reader, kind of kidnapping? 

About 2.7k words

Summary: Chuuya is already overly protective of you, how would he react if someone threatened to take you away?

A/n: Please note, I did my best to altar their roles and limitations to fit the prompt, but this is not necessarily how I ultimately view Dazai and Chuuya as characters! Also- in case it's unclear- Dolcetto is a type of red wine.

Chuuya’s gloved hand grips his drink tighter. The bartender has been growing worried that it will just shatter under the pressure.

It’s been over an hour and you haven’t stopped encouraging Dazai with that stupid grin on your face. It’s nothing like the one you give him, the one he lives to protect. 

You’ve got a heart that longs to be loved, one Chuuya wants to nurture. How can he make you understand that you don’t need to jump around from person to person to receive compliments and feel validated? Why can’t you see that he’d be more than enough?

With a slam of glass down on the polished wood, Chuuya slides off his barstool and makes his way around to where you and Dazai are seated. 

-

It was a stormy day, but nonetheless, Chuuya decided to make a run to the little shop one block from his place. He was set on picking up some appetizers that would go well with the red Dolcetto sitting in his kitchen cabinet. 

Leather shoes splashed in the puddles along the sidewalk, rain pittered against the black of his coat and umbrella. He held the plastic bag of gouda and roasted turkey slices with one hand, doubling up on the knot in hopes of preventing any water from leaking in. The shade of his hair was the only reason he didn’t blend into the bleary background. The city was a monotone watercolor painting; dozens of droplets falling from the sky, lights flickering on as afternoon turned into evening, the usual rush hour bustle muffled by the cold rain of the murky clouds above. 

Anyone would’ve paused for a moment if they found a soaking figure crouched down on the sidewalk. Anyone would’ve tapped them with their foot to see if they needed help. Anyone’s heart would’ve melted a little when they laid eyes on the shivering puppy the person had been shielding from the rain. Anyone’s heart would’ve thumped a little harder making eye contact with you for the first time. Not just anyone deserved to. 

When you refused to take the umbrella and leave Chuuya without one, a compromise was made that he would walk you home; somehow, that resulted with him sitting on your bathroom floor, caring for a wet puppy, and trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat with every laugh that spilled from your lips. 

What kind of person halts everything, soaks themself to the bone for some random dog, and lets the first stranger to offer them an umbrella into their apartment? He began to question whether it was the puppy or you who needed more protection. 

The redhead found himself wandering into your city block more often. He noticed your favorite coffee shop, and decided that it had to be added to his routine. Lovely little coincidences slowly allowed him to engrain himself into your everyday life. It was all for your own good, after all. 

Someone getting a little too friendly on the metro? That same man’s body was found beaten half to death in an alleyway the next morning. No evidence, no fingerprints; the perpetrator used gloves. 

Crying because of the things your friends say behind your back? Chuuya isn’t hesitating to accidentally stumble upon your hiding spot and offer his shoulder to lean on. 

On a particularly windy day, his hat blew off, and you just happened to be nearby to catch it. 

It had to be some form of fate. He was meant to find you and you were meant to be with him. 

Such a precious creature you turned out to be; he found it sad that no one had ever bothered to get to know you properly. To understand you. Not like he had. 

You were a drug to his mind every waking second and every night as he laid awake staring at the ceiling, arms crossed behind his head.

Everything slid into place so naturally. He messaged you good morning and you followed through with a goodnight. On the best days, he walked back through his front door unable to wipe the lovesick grin from his face. 

His presence gave you something solid to fall back on, it was nice. 

He should’ve known it could only last for so long. 

-

Some people are like parasites. They squirm around their miserable existence until they can find something lively to latch onto. They use it to fill their own void, draining the other being of its life and leaving it behind once they’ve had their fill. 

“Oh, Chibi! Didn’t expect to see you here,~” the brunette chimes. Liar. 

You spin around on your barstool and a smile lights your eyes up when your gaze lands on the redhead. 

“Y/n-san and I were just sharing a drink. Do you two know each other?” Bastard. 

“Chuu, it’s good to see you,” your voice melts in his ears. “Do you want to join us?” 

“I don’t know why you didn’t introduce me sooner,” a grin spreads across Dazai’s face, “They’re an absolute treat.” He swirls the sake around in his cup before raising the glass to his lips. Parasite. 

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” Chuuya replies politely, taking the seat to your right while Dazai is on your left. 

“So how do you and Dazai know each other?” you question innocently. The two men make eye contact for a brief, unnoticeable moment. 

“Work,” they both reply in unison. “We dealt a lot with trades between organizations,” Chuuya explains.

“Many jobs here and there,” Dazai adds. You nod your head in understanding. 

“But enough about us!” a fox-like grin crawls up onto Dazai’s face, “I’ve barely gotten to know you yet.” 

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about,” you reply with a humble smile. 

Chuuya sighs and turns to the bartender to order another drink. If only he could make you understand. 

“Nonsense!” Dazai rests his chin in the palm of his hand, “Why don’t we play a little game?” 

“Okay,” you nod with interest. “It’s either or,” he continues with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “First question: Tall men or short men?” Chuuya chokes on his whisky. “Hmm,” you tap your chin in thought, “I don’t think height matters much to me.” 

“Interesting,” Dazai folds his arms in front of his chest. Chuuya glares. You’re treading on thin ice, Mackerel. 

“Next question: Do you think dark eyes or light eyes are prettier?” Dazai tilts his head, you stay silent. “Sorry, but I don’t think I want to be asked these types of questions,” you state politely, Chuuya has to hold back his smirk. “Ah, I see, I do apologize,” Dazai leans back, “I’ll change the topic. Cats or dogs?” He’s not worth starting a bar fight over, Chuuya internally screams, he's not worth it, he's not worth it, he’s not worth it. 

“Well, that’s a tough one,” you hum, tracing your finger over the rim of your glass, “but I’d have to say dogs.” Chuuya’s ears perk up. “They’re so protective and loyal, and I’ve never met one that wanted to sink its teeth into me just because it can.” “I see,” Dazai smiles slyly, narrowing his eyes. 

Chuuya sighs. You shouldn’t be wasting your breath on such a snake. Can’t you tell he’s done this a million times? The way his lips move, when his finger slips under his glass to set it down softly, how his eyes trace over your form like a wolf studying its prey. 

“What about you, Chuu?” your voice breaks him out of his trance. He blinks at you a few times before raising his eyebrow, your giggle practically squeezes at his heart. 

“Do you want to take some tequila shots with us?” you tilt your head. Chuuya raises an eyebrow. “Tequila? You don’t drink very often though,” he furrows his eyebrows in concern, “Tequila is pretty strong, you’ll end up with a shitty hangover.” 

“Dazai says he can have a few shots without getting too tipsy though,” you reply. Dazai sits with a conceited smile. 

Of course he can, that man’s alcohol tolerance is concerningly high. 

“Fine, but just one,” Chuuya’s tone is stern, “two at most. You’ve already had three drinks.” 

“I’m not even tipsy though,” you pout softly. Dazai chuckles as he raises his hand to call the bartender over.  

It was clear from the start that you had no intention of heeding Chuuya’s advice. After two shots, you were giggling all over yourself and Chuuya had to keep a hand on your back to prevent you from falling off your barstool. “No, Y/n, give that back, hey! Dammit!” Chuuya attempts to swipe the glass away, but you’re just fast enough to steal his shot and throw another mouthful of tequila down the back of your throat. 

“Mm!” you beam with satisfaction, “I told you Chuu, I’m fine.” The warm-toned lights of the bar seem to complement the hazy flush of your cheeks that bleeds into your smile. He adores the way you lean into him so trustingly. He’d probably have a smile similar to your own creeping up into his cheeks if it weren’t for the dark-eyed lynx sitting just to your left.

“They told you ‘Chuu,’ they’re fine,” Dazai’s lips form a smirk, one Chuuya wants so badly to smack off his face. He glares for a moment, but reminds himself of who his top priority is. He leads you to your feet by your forearms and catches you when you fail to hold yourself up. “Y/n, I’m going to take you home now, okay?” Chuuya’s voice is gentle, he slings your arm around his shoulder and turns to walk out the door. You look over at Chuuya and suddenly gasp, “We’re going somewhere? Where?” 

“I’m taking you home, Y/n.” “Come on Chuuya, you’re really not willing to share?” Dazai calls loudly. 

Chuuya pushes down the feeling boiling under his skin for your sake. You’re trusting him to get you home safely- admittedly your judgment may be a bit skewed at the moment- but still. 

“What’s so special about them, huh?” Dazai prods and Chuuya’s grip on you tightens. You’ll never get to know. You don’t deserve to. That’s my right, this is my person. Who the hell do you think you are? 

“I may just have to steal them away and find out for myself,~” Dazai smirks and Chuuya freezes. It’s only for a brief moment. He continues walking, but a dark cloud settles around his chest and in his mind. 

-

“I’ll be right back,” Chuuya reassures you as he buckles you into the passenger seat of his car, “It’ll take two minutes, I promise.” “Where’re you going?” you look at him with a half-lidded stare, fingers still gripping the edge of his sleeve. “The bar has a bug problem,” he smiles deeply, “I’m going to go help them sort some things out.” 

-

Dazai hadn't turned his head back after Chuuya’s fist came into contact with his cheek, the beginning of a bruise certainly beginning to form where he was hit. “Ouch,” Dazai keeps his voice steady, and his eyebrows lowered. He rests his hands in his pockets, ignoring the stinging pain in his back from being slammed against the wall in the alleyway out back of the bar. “I said, do you understand me, Dazai?” Chuuya grits his teeth, clenching his fist as he uses every drop of his remaining willpower to not crack Dazai’s head open like an egg. He takes one step closer. 

“You really feel that threatened?” Dazai laughs lightly, “Aren’t I allowed to take an interest? They really are a very intriguing pers-!” Dazai grunts and his chest concaves as he feels the wind being knocked from his lungs. He looks up, back flat against the ground, Chuuya’s heel digging into his chest. “Something isn’t clicking in that brain of yours, so let me spell it out,” the mafioso glares, his frame silhouetted by the moon. “Y/n doesn’t need people like you in their life. The world doesn’t deserve them, I have to protect them from it. There’s no one else who can, don’t stick your nose where you don’t belong.” Chuuya takes a step back, allowing Dazai to sit up before turning on his heel to return to where you wait. Dazai’s scoff makes him freeze. “Shouldn’t that be something Y/n decides for themself?” Dazai’s voice echos, Chuuya doesn’t even need to turn around to see the haughty smirk on Dazai’s face. 

In a split second, Chuuya’s heel comes into contact with Dazai’s other cheek, knocking the man roughly to the ground for a second time. “Tch, I don’t know why I even bother with you,” Chuuya snarls. Dazai stays low until his ex-partner walks around the corner and out of sight. 

Dazai sits up and the corners of his mouth curl into a grin. He wipes blood from his bottom lip and chuckles deeply. “Damn, Chibi.” 

-

Your mind keeps slipping you in and out of consciousness. One moment, you’re riding next to Chuuya in his car. He’s gripping the steering wheel tightly. The next, you’re in his arms, and he’s carrying you into a strange house. You accept whatever he puts in your mouth, swallowing it with the water he holds up to your lips. 

You awake with a jolt, immediately laying back down when a sharp pain shoots through your head. You groan slightly, rubbing your eyes and trying to adjust to the morning sunlight. The first thing you notice is that you are still wearing your clothes from last night. The second thing you notice is that your shoes and jacket have been removed and placed on a chair next to the bed, and there’s a bottle of hangover medicine sitting on the nightstand to your left. The third thing you notice is that wherever you appear to have spent the night is definitely not your house. Ignoring the ache in your head, you throw the covers off and stand up cautiously. There’s something indistinctly familiar about the room’s scent, but you shake it off. 

Creaking the door open, you observe the wood furnishings and step hesitantly into the hallway. Something in the next room smells heavenly- like a hearty broth. You can hear someone shuffling around. You tiptoe forward, but any apprehension churning in your stomach dissipates as soon as you lay eyes on the familiar head of red hair standing in the kitchen. 

“Chuu?” you crinkle your expression in confusion. He smiles slightly and places a wooden spoon over the pot on the stove before looking up at you. “Y/n,” he turns down the heat and walks over to you, “How are you? Do you have much of a headache? I hope the medication helped.” 

“Yeah, it’s not that bad…” you reply, scanning your eyes around the room, “is this your house?” “Mhm,” he replies, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “Well, our house now. You take a half step back. “What do you mean?” you question, “You know where I live, I have my own home.” Chuuya just shakes his head. “That isn’t going to work anymore,” he sighs, “I did a lot of thinking last night. Trust me, this is what’s best for you.”  A shiver runs up your spine. The look in his eyes is so… impassive, nothing like the man you know. “What are you saying?” you shake your head slightly, “What, are you going to just keep me here against my will?”  Chuuya steps forward again, his eyes boring into your own. “You won’t mind after a while,” he replies, taking one of your hands in his and brushing his thumb over your knuckles, “I’ll give you a good life, I promise.” You try to pull your hand away but Chuuya grips it tighter. You’re both silent for a moment, the air in the room seems to still. “Chuuya, you’re scaring me,” your voice wavers slightly. 

An invisible force pulls you closer to the man, you stumble into his chest and he catches you by the waist, using his other hand to cup your cheek. A cold, thick sense of dread is present in the back of your mind, but you’re having trouble focusing on anything except his gaze. For a moment, his eyes soften. He looks at you tenderly, like the Chuuya you thought you knew. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he speaks closely. You find yourself unable to move as he presses lips against your own, holding you close as if you could break at any moment. 

A/n: I realized while writing this that this is actually the first time I've put a kiss into my writing! I am also open to feedback since I don't try to write this type of character/relationship very often. Thank you for reading!