#reunited with dazai

[aria-lotus]

So I figured I would post stuff here as well as on my AO3. These should only be posted on this page and my AO3 Aria_Lotus. Hope you all enjoy!

Dazai sits on the couch and stares at the ceiling in silence, the wind ruffling his hair. You walk into the room and pass by him. He turns his face to you gently and speaks calmly.

"Hey. How are you doing today?" He asks and smiles at you slightly, though it doesn't really reach his eyes. You sigh, sitting on the couch next to him, exhaustion setting in. You look over at him with a smile that mirrors his.

"Probably about the same as you, I would assume..." You mumble out softly, leaning into his side and resting your head on his shoulder. There is a moment of silence before you speak again. "I don't know how you do it Osamu... I really don't."

Dazai chuckles softly and strokes your hair gently. "I have a secret, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?"

Relaxing, you chuckle giving a slight nod. "I promise. Let's hear it."

His expression becomes serious again as he leans closer to you. "Well... let's see if I can explain this one properly." He opens his mouth but pauses. For a moment his facade falls completely. He quickly snaps out of it, pulling a fake smile onto his face. "The truth is... I'm actually quite good at reading people. So much so that sometimes even other Port Mafia members trust me enough to share their secrets with me."

You poke his cheek, cuddling closer into his side and getting comfortable. You pretend not to notice the cracks forming in the mask he's worn for years. Knowing already what the secret was, you smile at him with an exhausted but genuine smile. "I already know that Osamu. You may fool everybody else but you don't fool me. I can see right through your mask."

Dazai laughs quietly before hugging you tightly against himself. "That sounds like something only someone close to me could say." He pauses again, thinking over the years. "Thank you for always being here." It comes out barely above a whisper. His tone tells you how far away his mind really is right now. The chasm between both of you widens with every second that passes despite literally being pressed against each other.

"Now then," he says, snapping back to the present and speaking as if words could change the future you both know is coming. "What should we talk about instead? Do you want some tea or coffee? Or maybe something stronger?"

You watch the gears turning behind his eyes as you both sit on the couch in the abandoned building. "Can we just stay like this for a while? I already know what you're planning. I just want to remember this..."

Dazai smiles softly at how content you look sitting there cuddled up to him. His heart aches, knowing what comes next. He decides to stay quiet for now, enjoying the peaceful moment between the two of you. You sit there like that for a long time, soaking up as much of his presence as you can.

After several minutes Dazai finally speaks up once more. "I'm sorry..." He sighs deeply before continuing. "It feels nice having someone here with me tonight. It makes everything seem brighter somehow. Even though things may be tough, sometimes having someone by my side helps keep me grounded."

Opening your eyes, you sigh silently. "We are too young to be feeling this kind of tired..."

Dazai laughs brokenly at your comment, feeling your exhaustion through the bond you share. "Ah but maybe the tiredness we feel now is the kind that comes from living life to its fullest..." He trails off, his own emotions threatening to swallow him whole.

You shake your head knowing he is trying to convince you both that his statement is true. "No Osamu... It's not... We both know it... It's the kind of tiredness you feel when you've hit rock bottom only to realize that there is still deeper to fall... We are the bad kind of tired... You and I both know that..."

He frowns slightly at your comment, understanding the bitterness that underlies your words. "You're right. We are certainly not the type to rest easy. Regardless of our circumstances... I'm glad we're here together. I don't know what I'd do without you... What I would have done without you..."

You nod, already knowing. The bitter cold seeped into your bones as the end drew closer. "I will always be in your corner, Osamu. No matter what." You know the message came across loud and clear when he looked at you sadly, then looked back up at the ceiling.

His face softens again and he smiles warmly at you with a genuine, broken smile. "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you." He closes his eyes and rests against you for a moment before opening them again. "...You know, I was thinking about something earlier... And I wanted to ask you..."

"Hmmm?" You hum in question not having the heart to speak.He sighs quietly as he continues speaking. "Do you ever wish you could have more than one person by your side? More than just one close friend or family member? Or maybe even lovers? Because sometimes I wonder how wonderful it would be to experience such things," he says looking down at you so lovingly but also so sad.

You think about it for a moment. His mind is on Chuuya. You nod, returning his look of love and loss, understanding entirely in that moment. "It would be nice, wouldn't it?"

He nods, eyes going blank. "I think so. To have people who love and understand you completely. Who are there for you through the good and the bad. Who would laugh with you and cry with you and hold you tight whenever you need it..."

You nod, your response coming out softly. "It's a beautiful thing..." Your mind drifts a bit to the memories the three of you shared.

"Is there someone in particular you're thinking of?" He asks already knowing.

You smile softly, eyes clouding over to seek comfort in your memories. "You... Chuuya..." You look up at him softly, tears welling up in your eyes as you continue. "It will always be you guys. Forever."

He gently caresses your cheek understanding. "That makes me happy. We've been together for so long now. Many memories together." A small tear rolls down his eye as he looks away. "Sorry it had to end this way. I'm so sorry."

He is silent but you can feel the sobs wracking his body. "Can I kiss you? One last time. Please?" His voice shakes as a sob wretches from his throat.

You nod quitely and he leans forward, gently kissing you on the lips. The feeling of his lips pressing against yours sends shivers down your spine. As he pulls back he stares deeply into your eyes.

His eyes are blank yet the light that is now glimmering in them is unmistakable and completely new. It grows as he speaks "Thank you. For everything."

You nod a single tear rolling down your cheek. "You're... leaving tonight... aren't you?" The question rolls off your tongue before you can stop it. You already know the answer. You knew from the moment Oda died that this was coming.

"Yes. I am. I apologize for not telling you sooner but I didn't want to burden you with my problems." You shake your head. "I've known for a while. Since Oda... I just thought we would have a bit more time... that's all..." His expression turns sad again but that light in his eyes doesn't fade. "No matter what happens next know that I'll never forget. And... if ever you need anything from me... don't hesitate to ask..." He hesitates before looking you in the eyes. "Promise me". He holds out his hand expectantly, pinky out. "Swear to whatever god watches over wretched souls like ours."

You speak softly, your response barely above a whisper. "I swear." You push his hand aside and hug him tightly to your heavy chest. "Be safe Osamu. Please always be safe."

He nods his voice just as quiet as yours. "Thank you. I promise."

You wanted to tell him so much but you know you're out of time so you stay quiet hugging him tightly.

He hugs you back, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Don't cry for me, okay? Just live your own life and be happy. That's all I ask." He stands with that last statement and turns toward the door.

You watch him leave, knowing you won't see him again any time soon. Your chest aches, but deep down you know it is for the best. Osamu Dazia is no longer Port Mafia material. "I will always love you, Osamu." You whisper into the dark, now empty room, looking at the spot he used to stand.

Osamu now stands outside the abandoned building that holds you. He looks back one last time before disappearing into the trees and night around him.

The hinged door finally closes and the lights go off. The room remains silent, save for the sound of the rain outside. You sigh, sitting in the dark alone for hours. Your phone starts ringing and you check the screen. Hundreds of missed texts and calls from Chuuya and Ryunosuke. You set it down and watch your phone as it sits on the table in front of you and finally, for the first time in years, cry. Everything is too much right now.

Osamu materializes in the room, standing behind you. He places a hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you. Feeling pressure on your shoulder and smelling Dazai's scent, you shoot up, turning around to see nothing. You swear that it was Dazai who was just there but there is nobody.

You grab your phone looking at all the texts from Chuuya and Ryunosuke, stopping on one in particular from Chuuya.

'Dazai is gone.'

You knew that already.

I'm still here. I'll always be here. Dazai appears directly in front of you, tears streaming down his face. He grabs both of your hands and looks into your eyes. You'll never be alone okay? I'll always be here watching over you.

You look at the ghost of Dazai and laugh tears streaming down your face. "I am being haunted by the ghost of a man who is still alive. What fucking irony."

You watch the Osamu in front of you fade slowly out of existence, knowing that this him isn't real. The real Osamu is in hiding. The real Dazai is not here. The real Osamu Dazai is long gone. He has been since Oda died.

His voice becomes softer and gentler as if speaking to someone precious as he slowly fades. It's alright...you're safe now... Then suddenly he fades away completely, leaving only silence in the room.

You grab your phone, leaving the abandoned building. Turning, you light a match and flick it into the building and watch as it burns to the ground, covering his tracks. This is the last time you'll be covering his tracks for him. The revelation leaves you spiraling as you turn, walking away to your apartment knowing that Chuuya and Ryunosuke need you right now.

The fire spreads quickly, engulfing everything within seconds. As soon as the last bit of smoke clears, there is nothing left except ash and cinders. All traces of Dazai have vanished. There are no witnesses or evidence left behind. It seems like every single thing has been erased from existence.

"I will keep your silence for you, Osamu." You whisper into the night.

Slowly, you make your way to your apartment. You see Chuuya and Ryunosuke both sitting outside, looking just as broken and defeated.

"Hey..." You barely recognize your own voice when you croak out a greeting. It's barely above a whisper, heavy and tired, dripping with sorrow.

Chuuya and Ryunosuke slowly rise up to their feet when they hear you speak. They immediately embrace you tightly. Their bodies shake violently as they cry uncontrollably. You hug them both, pulling them close. This is not fair to them, but you already know that. You knew it never would be. This would scar their hearts just as much as it did yours.

You pull them into your apartment, locking the door behind you as you all collapse on the floor sobbing; broken souls seeking refuge in each other. You hold each other tightly, feeling the warmth and safety of each other's presence. It feels like the only thing holding you together. Time seems to stand still as you cry into each other's shoulders. Your tears mix with each other's, creating a river of sorrow that seems to flow endlessly.

You know things will eventually be alright. Time, after all, heals all wounds to some extent. It would just take time. That's what you keep telling yourself anyway. After what feels like hours, but was probably less than 10 minutes, you finally calm down enough to talk again.

You look at Chuuya and Ryunosuke, who are also calming down now. The three of you sit silently, staring off into space, lost in thought. Eventually you break the silence, speaking first. "He's gone..." You whisper, knowing immediately that these were the wrong words as you all breakdown again. It will probably be years before any of you are alright.

Ryunosuke breaks down completely, falling onto the ground and crying loudly, clutching his already bad lungs. Chuuya holds him closely, trying to comfort him while also trying to comfort himself. After several moments of this Chuuya speaks trying to be strong. "I'm so sorry!"

You break hearing him speak between whimpers and deep breaths. "I couldn't make him stay." You cry out, falling into yourself. Shaking sobs leaving your throat loudly as you ugly cry, completely crumbling.

Chuuya looks over at you and sees how much pain you're going through. Seeing your suffering makes him feel even worse for having caused it. He reaches out and grabs your hand gently pulling you closer. "It's okay. It's okay." He whispers softly on repeat, trying to convince himself. His voice sounds weak and tired like he is seconds away from breaking.

You cling to the two men, all of you broken. A week, maybe two is all the time you will have off. You all know. The Port Mafia is a very consuming organization.

The three of you spend your days together recovering from your grief. Most of the free time is spent talking about Dazai or reminiscing about happier times.

"We should get something to eat..." Chuuya says after a long night of talking. "Starving ourselves won't do anything..."

"Yeah." Ryunosuke agrees quietly.

Chuuya walks towards the kitchen to start cooking some dinner. Ryunosuke sits on the couch, staring blankly ahead and not really caring what happens next.

As the days go on, you all slowly get better. The three of you return to work and fall back into routine. Ryunosuke eventually goes back home to his apartment with his sister instead of staying at your place every night for comfort. Chuuya takes longer, but he also eventually returns to his penthouse instead of spending nights at your place.

Chuuya sits on the couch in his penthouse, flipping through channels on the TV. He hadn't really slept much the past few days since returning home, feeling restless and empty.

You sit in your own home, alone. The walls feel like they are closing in around you. You haven't slept in days and hardly eat but you keep moving forward on autopilot. Days turn to weeks. Weeks turn to months. Months turn to years. Before you even realize it, 3 years have passed since Osamu Dazai left the Port Mafia.

Chuuya and Ryunosuke have both healed as much as they are going to. Both of them are bitter and angry. Dazai's presence is felt whenever someone speaks about him.

His absence weighs heavily on all of your hearts and every word about him is tainted with a bittersweet nostalgia. The three of you have grown stronger and wiser, but deep inside all three of you is a part of your hearts that will always be in mourning for Osamu Dazai.

You are walking home from the store when you see him for the first time since that day. Osamu Dazai is walking down the street, talking with a silver haired boy and a blond man with glasses. Your eyes focus on him immediately, assessing him. He looks good. Happier. He is smiling and laughing and there is an aura around him that exudes an energy of content. You freeze, the air expelled from your lungs as you watch him with the two other men.

Dazai turns around and sees you. You can see him freeze, his heart probably racing with a mix of emotions. He hesitates to approach you, not sure what to expect. He hasn't seen you in 3 years and he wonders what you might have to say. Do you hate him now? Are you upset? Do you even want to see him? You can read him like an open book. Just like back then. Nothing has changed.

Smiling softly at him, you give him a small wave and a thumbs up. He was alright. He had found some peace after Oda died. A kind of peace he would never have been able to achieve in the Port Mafia.

His face lights up upon seeing your gesture and he smiles widely with relief flooding his eyes and demeanor before approaching.

"It's been too long!" He exclaims happily reaching out to give you a hug. "How've you been?" he asks while holding onto you tightly, tears forming in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

You hug him without answering, breathing in his scent deeply. Even that had changed. He no longer smelled of blood, gunpowder, and liquor. He smelled of coffee, hazelnut, and amber. It suited this new him.

His two friends had stopped walking and were watching the two of you, confused.

You cry into him, feeling like your soul has finally returned home. As soon as you start crying, he speaks softly. "Shhh..." he whispers, gently rubbing your back soothingly. "There there..." he says quietly, trying to comfort you by letting go of you so that he could wipe away your tears. "Everything will be fine now."

You laugh softly, inhaling his scent and smiling up at him. "You smell different. Its nice. Coffee, hazelnut, and amber. It suits you much more." Sniffle you try to compose yourself.

Dazai chuckles lightly and looks down at you with a warm smile on his face. "Thanks for noticing. You're always so observant." He replies teasingly.

"What do you think about me? Do you still hate me?" He asks teasingly, but the undertone tells you he is anything but joking.

You hug him tighter. "I could never hate you Osamu. I didn't back then and I don't now." You whisper to him. His friends watch you, still confused. "I'm always in your corner Osamu. No matter what."

You give him the same promise from the day he left. You know he recognizes the promise when you feel him shake slightly, hugging you tighter. He nods his head in acknowledgement of your statement, holding you tightly. "I know. And that means everything to me. I know I am not an easy person to love but... Thank you for loving me anyway." He whispers to you with a small smile playing on his lips.

You smile, pulling him closer. "I will always love you, Osamu."

His two friends are in shock, probably never having seen Dazai so vulnerable that he would tear up or cry. Dazai smiles at you warmly, his cheeks still lightly glistening from the tears that had fallen. He knew without a doubt that he still loved you, even after all this time. You were someone who could see past all of his flaws and still love him with all of your heart.

"Thank you. For loving me despite everything." You smile at him with tears in your eyes. "Until the sun dies." The statement falls from your lips as easily as breathing. The promise you had been making to each other since the beginning. You both knew what it meant.

His smile brightens as he looks up at you. He is both amazed and humbled by your love and commitment. He is shaken to his core that you would remember that promise, especially after the past three years; the hell he had left you to erode in while he was freed.

"Until the sun dies," he says softly, his heart splintering from emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. You see tears fill his eyes and pull him close, holding him as he cries. He sniffles and hugs you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He can't believe that someone could love him so much. He knew he was broken and flawed more than most, and yet here you were. "I love you... so much."

"I know Osamu. I love you, too. So so so much."

You hold him, allowing him to cry all he needs and he continues crying quietly as he holds onto you. You can feel his body shaking as he cries out loud, having no idea how to process this new revelation.

"...I'm sorry..." he finally manages to say between sobs.

"I know, love. It's alright. I forgave you before you even left. Just let it out. I'm here." You comfort him for the first time in years.

Both of you can feel the clouds in your hearts dissipating as the light finally breaks through. His friends approach you both slowly, unsure of the situation. He clings onto you tightly, finally being able to fully express the weight of his emotions. He had never felt this safe and loved before. He cries for a long time, letting it all out as you hold him, comforting him. Soft whispers fall from your lips as you caress his back and hair, keeping him safe and grounded in his moment of weakness. You allow him to feel what he needs to feel.

His two friends seem like they want to speak, but don't. After several minutes of sobbing, Dazai calms down enough to look around again. The two friends of his are still staring awkwardly while trying not to stare too hard. They're clearly uncomfortable with seeing Dazai break down like this, neither of them ever seeing Dazai genuinely show an emotional reaction like this. Neither one of them dare interrupt or ask any questions.

"Feel a bit better, love?" You wipe away his tears gently, moving slowly to not startle him. You recognize the fragile state he is in, having seen it before. You smile softly at him, keeping him safe.

"Yeah... Yeah I do..." He looks up at you. Your kindness makes him feel more comfortable. Your soft touch on his face makes him sigh contently.

You have always been such a kind person. He smiles at you, feeling less scared and vulnerable now that he knows you won't judge him. You haven't changed, he notes a small, genuine, soft smile falling onto his face as he feels the sun rise in his soul for the first time in years. He has you back. His sun. His soul. You are after all still the sun in his eyes. "Until the sun dies." He whispers the promise again, a desperate prayer set deep in his soul. One reaching out to any that would listen to a broken damaged soul. A plea. May the sun never die.

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((

[underthetree845]

chuuya taking his hat off to hide when he kisses his partner 🤭

Hello saturn lovely! Sorry this took me so long to finish TwT I love the prompt, but as you know writer's block hit me kinda hard the second semester of school so over the summer I've been trying to get back into the swing of posting once in a while!

Hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the request! _

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Nakahara Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

cws: fem! reader, established relationship, bungou stray dogs s5 spoilers, meursault arc spoilers, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda? there was a little hurt, reuniting, airport reunion, ada dazai, reader cries about 2.5k words summary: Chuuya disappeared on a business trip for three whole days with no explanation- and no one would tell you why. Now he's returned to japan and back in your arms. a/n: This is my last fic for the summer before school starts aaa qwq I'm glad I was able to finish it before the semester starts though! *sigh* am I really incapable of writing something like this without accidentally creating so much plot? Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3 divider credit: (x) (x) ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ Chuuya had never considered himself to be a very possessive man; or a possessive boyfriend, for that matter. Protective, sure, but how could anyone expect him not to be? He understood, probably better than most, the risks that came with even so much as associating with a person in his position. It made Chuuya’s stomach churn unpleasantly to even imagine putting you in any sort of danger, so he used his position (along with the power and assets that came with it) to take certain preventative measures. The penthouse you shared was equipped with state of the art security, a technological system truly fit for an executive of the Port Mafia. Additionally, in case you ever needed to travel long distances without him, Chuuya often kept a trusted chauffeur on call. This individual also happened to be a professionally trained underground bodyguard of his personal selection. Even so, Chuuya knew you had a good head on your shoulders. He trusted that you would try to keep yourself out of trouble, or call for him at the first sign of it. It didn’t matter if he was on the road, halfway through a private meeting, or in the middle of pummeling down an enemy organization. Chuuya had always been a man with his priorities set straight. Not even Mori’s notifications were set to come through on silent mode. Coming home to you at the end of the day, allowing you to soothe away the crease between his brows, your voice uttering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear. You had become his lifeline, irreversibly carved your name into every cell of his body. He’d do anything to erase your pain, and it was making his heart break more than anything to know that he was the cause of the salty tears now streaming over your lash line. Chuuya did his best to hold back an ‘oof’ when you threw your frame into his own, burying your sobs in the crook of his neck. He was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, the familiar feeling of your body against his own, the softness of the sweater you wore, and the glimmer that never seemed to escape your eyes. The red colored contacts from earlier had given Chuuya one hell of a headache, which only added to the pressure from taking off and being stuck in one of the mafia’s smallest private jets with the most insufferable jackass he’d ever met and some hair dye obsessed casino manager passed out on one of the couches. Chuuya’s gloved fingers almost trembled as they gripped the fabric of your shirt. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head while the other remained planted firmly on your lower back.

Sakaguchi Ango, if Chuuya remembered correctly, stood a few yards away. He simply observed the situation from afar, as if he dared not insert himself into the scene. A government agent whom Dazai used to maintain his connection with the outside world. Ango stood with one hand folded neatly over the other behind his back, the faint ghost of a smile residing behind his glasses as he watched Dazai reunite with his fellow agency members. The brunette walked on a crutch, but the uncharacteristically tired look in his eyes brightened ever so slightly when he was swarmed by his coworkers. Chuuya continued to hold you close, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down enough for you to be able to speak coherently. He loosened his grip slightly, removing one of his leather gloves behind your back and bringing that same hand up to cup your face. A whisper of your name left his lips, and your teary eyes finally refocused to meet the warmth of his own. “Chuuya… how could you just leave?” your voice cracked; he could see the hurt in your eyes. Guilt crept into his chest, eyebrows knitting together as you subconsciously leaned into his palm. This was exactly the sort of thing Chuuya promised himself he’d never do. You were the absolute number one priority in his life. There was no doubt in his mind; he didn’t want there to be any doubt in yours either. “I know, Doll, ‘m sorry, it was never my intention…” he muttered, allowing you to rest your hands on his chest. “I know that’s a shit excuse, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” A beat of silence passed, the indistinct chatter of the agency fell on deaf ears as you zoned in on the man in front of you. His breath, the way his eyes searched your expression, how you could once again feel the warmth of his skin against your own. “You’re not hurt, are you?” your voice was pricked with concern, hands gentle as you cupped his jaw and turned his head from side to side. Chuuya let out a breath, fondness flickering in his irises at your concern. “Barely a scratch,” he murmured, and you seemed to accept his answer. “Chuuya,” you started, and his gaze locked onto yours. He voiced your name in response. “I need you to promise me something, please?” “Anything.” 

You bit your lip. Your mind told you it was a selfish request. You understood, probably better than most, how unpredictable your boyfriend’s line of work could be. But you had accepted it as an adequate price to pay for his love when the two of you started seeing each other, even more so when you moved in together. He was yours, you believed it with every fiber of your being. Chuuya had told enough stories of his old work partner for you to gather that the two had never exactly been the chummiest of pals. So the fact that they cooperated for this mission must’ve meant that it couldn’t have been a minor dilemma. You understood why Chuuya made the decision he did, and that it was probably just as difficult on him. Albeit, that didn’t make your feelings any less real. Your heart reminded you of the unconditional love and comfort that Chuuya always offered you. You knew he’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, especially not without talking it out and making up for it in some way afterward. “Doll…?” he barely breathed, giving you all the space you needed to voice what was on your mind. You took a deep breath. “Don’t… please don’t scare me like that again,” your voice wavered as you spoke, “Everything on the news is scary. And every time I watch it all I can think about is the fact that you’re out there.” You took a moment to glance at the group of Armed Detective Agency members on the airport runway to your left. One of the so-called terrorists you heard about on the news stood amongst the group about ten feet away from where you watched. The world was confusing, and scary, but there was a certain security in your heart that told you as long as you had Chuuya by your side, everything would be okay. “First you’re leaving before sunrise and staying out late on special missions, and I get it, I really do…” you felt a lump beginning to form in your throat, threatening to make you choke over your words, “but then you just leave on a business trip to Europe without so much as a ‘goodbye, I’ll be home soon’? And I have to find out from a call from your boss? I didn’t- I still don’t understand what’s happening. Do you know how scared I was? That I might not ever see you again?” Chuuya’s thumb swiped away the teardrop that ran down your cheek, his eyes trailing over your expression. “You’re right, it’s not fair… I don’t think I could ever apologize enough,” he began, his hold on you tightening slightly, “All that I can ask is for you to understand. I can explain everything to you when we get home. And I promise, I’ll do my best to not leave you in the dark so suddenly. It was an urgent mission, but it must have been scary. You’ll never have to feel like that again, not if I can help it.” Chuuya’s face softened, the corners of your lips curving up slightly at his sincerity as he cupped your cheek. “Shit… you deserve so much better.” You stood there for a moment, just breathing. Soaking in each other’s presence as your heartbeat gradually fell back to its usual pace.

��My my, Slug, is this the lovely lady you were so eager to get back to?” a voice chimed from your left, and you turned your head to face the man at the same time Chuuya snapped his head in that direction. Your boyfriend clicked his teeth, pressing your body closer to his own. “What’s it to you, huh, Dazai?” Chuuya was clearly trying to suppress his irritation. He was doing especially well, considering the fact that he had been holed up next to Dazai on an airplane for the past fourteen hours. “I’m just trying to acquaint myself,” the man went on, a grin playing on his lips despite Chuuya’s glare, “As a responsible owner, I should at least make sure my dog is in good hands.” You tilted your head slightly, and Chuuya sucked in a breath. “You’re treading on some pretty thin ice, Mackerel,” he growled through gritted teeth, “Watch what you say around my girl.” The taller man only took a step forward, his eyes glittering in amusement, a sharp contrast to the hollowed out, almost dead look he carried earlier. “Oh? Holding back your more vulgar language around the lady?” Dazai hummed with mild intrigue, “Perhaps my dog is being well taken care of.” You simply stood and watched with intrigue, the interaction clearly more complex than distinguishable at first glance. Despite their constant verbal jabs and ostentatious insults toward each other, there was a sense of familiarity between the two that was almost palpable to you. They bounced off each other, knowing exactly which buttons to press and which ones to avoid. It was probably a welcome change of tone in contrast to what they had just been through. Your gaze flickered between the two once more, and you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in Chuuya’s shoulders had been released. ���Dazai-san?” your voice was level, and both of the men fell silent to give you their attention. You looked at your beloved, then to his ex-partner, then Chuuya, then Dazai again. Mirth swam in your eyes. “I want to thank you for making sure Chuuya was able to return home safely today. Truly, I cannot thank you enough.” You gave a slight bow of your head, and Chuuya looked like he wanted to protest. For once, Dazai didn’t immediately produce a response; he fell silent at your sentiment. This time, a gentler smile curved onto his lips. “Please spare me, Miss,” Dazai began, “Truth be told, I don’t believe I could have made it out without Chuuya’s help either.” The redhead raised his eyebrows. "I'm passing him into your capable hands now. I trust you’ll take good care of him?” Dazai seemed satisfied with the chuckle that slipped from your throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” you replied, “And I trust that your detective agency will treat you well?” “They always have.” Chuuya let out a breath, sharing a look with his partner before turning to face a black passenger vehicle that had pulled up a short distance away. Tinted windows that prevented anyone outside from peeking in; glass, body, and tires that were all bulletproof. It was one of the mafia’s. 

“C’mon Dollface, we should get going. Don’t wanna be here when the press shows up, and the boss is probably dying for me to give him a call,” Chuuya nodded his head in the direction of the car; you brought your hand up to give a small wave to Dazai and the handful of agency members further away who glanced in your direction. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, allowing your head to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder as you made your way to the car. You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Chuuya swung open the door of the vehicle with his non gloved hand and stepped aside to allow you to enter first. “...Chuu?” you started quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood. “Hm?” he raised an eyebrow. You placed your hands loosely on the back of his neck, fingers intertwined; Chuuya responded by resting his hands on your hips, listening intently.  You could have held more of a grudge. He disappeared overnight without a word, and no one would tell you why. You’d been on edge for three days straight. Hardly even sleeping through the night as you kept up with the news almost obsessively, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To be able to hold Chuuya close again so easily felt almost surreal. A soft smile creeped into your expression, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you tilted your head to the side. Chuuya’s breath stilled. “I’m just…” you paused for a moment, your voice pouring with sincerity, “I’m really glad you’re back, and that you’re safe.” Chuuya paused for another moment, studying you carefully as an equally tender look came to his face. He glanced to the side for a moment, and let out a disgruntled huff upon discovering that Dazai’s head was still tilted in your direction; he kept a curious eye on the situation from several meters away. Your boyfriend pursed his lips for a moment before snaking one of his hands further around your waist. He plucked his pork pie hat off the crown of his head, and before you had the chance to realize what was going on, you were already being gracefully tilted backwards, forcing your hands to grip onto the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket for support. Everything seemed to still the moment he slotted his lips into yours, holding his hat up to act as a shield from certain prying eyes. You didn’t hesitate to pull him in closer, your lashes fluttering shut as you savored what you felt like you had been missing for an eternity. Chuuya’s eyes were shut in concentration, his heart thrumming with delight at the familiar sensation of your lips molded against his own. Chuuya didn’t pull away until you were both light-headed from the lack of air. Cheeks flooded with warmth, looking at each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world. “I missed you so fucking much, you know that?” Chuuya’s voice was low as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. The two of you stood straight, lingering in each other’s embrace for a moment longer. Chuuya lightly tossed his hat inside the car and once more gestured with his arm out for you to enter first. The satisfied smile on his lips morphed into one of slight perplexion when you didn’t show a reaction, raising your fingertips to brush over your lips. “Chuuya?” you questioned, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He replied with your name, all the more puzzled when you let out an incredulous chuckle. “Since when are your teeth so sharp?” 

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ a/n: Thank you so much for reading! Have a day/night/morning/evening as lovely as yourself. tagging: @judasgot-it (I noticed that I wrote down that I agreed to tag you for chuuya fics but I can't seem to remember why?? TwT please tell me if this is incorrect! Thank you <3)

[carbonateds-oda]

teen dazai finding kid atsushi post odas death and getting super attached to him out of loneliness

he just constantly rambles on and on to this tiny child abt oda and what a great person he was bc he doesn’t wanna b one of the only two ppl alive who remember him that way

dazai, with atsushi tucked under his chin: he was a real good guy. he would’ve taken you in.. you’d have lots of siblings if they were still here…

atsushi who doesn’t like how sad dazai sounds saying that: I have you! :)

dazai, trying not to burst into tears: …o-okay! time for bed now!

[cryptidkey]

HI. I SAW DOODLE REQS OPEN, RAN OVER. COULD YOU PLEASE DRAW KUNIZAI CUDDLING OR SMTH...THEM DOING LITERALLY ANYTHING TYSMM

Okay this is more just hugging that cuddling but idk how to draw cuddling

Also a bonus kunikida for you because I love him and drew him alone too

[sylrela]

reunion

[naetles]

starting to experience withdrawal symptoms because it's been nearly seven years since we have last seen kunikidazai interact

[dazai-on-my-mind]

You ever get hit with the sudden realization that despite being reunited Dazai and Chuuya's lives will never be as intertwined as they were previously and their past relationship will never be the same because of how much they've both grown over the years.

[evilkaeya]

Are we about to get yet another "Dazai caressing Chuuya's cheek fondly" moment

[nyxi-pixie]

how did he survive three years of this before.

[starstuc]

what did he do to you atsushi 🤨

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Dazai’s empty seat…I can’t do this anymore

[lotus-pear]

started playing mayoi and i forgot how much i missed them😭

[kakesuki]

Have to share my new skk obsession after watching the haikyu movie. So, new haikyu AU with our favorite duo, the double black. Little headcanons about their overall positions!

Firstly, I am convinced that Chuuya would be the main attacker. Obviously given his size we would think more of a libero, and I have no doubt that Chuuya could receive without too much difficulty because buddy is solid; with strong arms in addition to being fast, but no. The man is, in the manga, used to destroy adversaries against whom no one can do anything, when the situation degenerates; like an attacker, an ace, who will demolish the block of three in front of him because he has the fucking physical strength to do it. To just slam the ball against their arms and make them crack anyway. For me he would also jump super high, but that's because I go with the mentality of "in his work he literally controls gravity" so for me even when adapting it in a universe without powers I always have to note that. Chuuya would therefore be a complete player with remarkable physical abilities who could provide both defense and attack (even if his strong point remains attack, once again I take his abilities into account in bsd and adapt. In the manga he is very complete and he is an adversary with remarkable power and techniques, literally the PM's best martial artist.) but the fact that he loses his temper quickly will perhaps do him a disservice.

Otherwise to make up for it there is the our bandage on two legs, Dazai. And here too I would say that it is rather obvious. Already because Dazai in the work never really attacks himself, he makes sure to get others to do it for him and manages to make the enemy suffer without having to fight himself (typically a passer. ) but also because it is precisely the role of the “tactician” who calculates everything and reacts. The one who touches the ball the most but also someone who must open the way for the attackers. Physically he doesn't have the strength to demolish block's like Chuuya, even more because I genuinely imagine him to have a poor physical health, and so they complement each other. (I could also have put Dazai as a libero, since it is the role which cushions/removes the power of enemy attacks thanks to his receptions but that aside the role does not suit him at all. He was born to be a passer .)

[carbonateds-oda]

ppl still debating who the pm transfer will be like im not under asagiris bed whispering junichiro over and over again while he sleeps

[skkpaws]

little late but it’s still the 19th for me so happy birthday dazai .. i hope we get to see that smile again soon :,)