𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 (Dazai x F!Reader x Chuuya)

Wet Shirt (2.5)

More backstoryyyyy, and uhm, I had no idea what Itsuki would look like (but I figured a visual representation would be good to picture up) so he's the guy on the photo right there. Cute right? Not nearly as cute as Dazai or Chuya (it's an offence to even compare him to them) but yknow, there you go.

Anyways, enjoy :)

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"Dori!"

Fists against cold steel, the cell doors stood like barricades in front of your small form. Your jacket was burned, eyes teary as your hands and arms shone of bruises. Trapped like a prisoner, the gravel beneath you could only bring shivers down your spine.

You'd made a mistake, a simple mistake that ignited a fury you'd never seen in the dark haired mans face before. It had all been fun and games before, your sense of value and empathy gone like the wind. That's what was required to be a killer after all, your intuition and purpose derived for the devilish hobby.

"I'll do anything... just please let me out."

Having been known widely around the area, it was no surprise that the man used you to his benefit. Your gift was meant for horrors, it was meant for bloodshed, what else was there to do with a scythe?

You didn't know what to think of Dori, he had been the one to take you in, the one to teach you and help you out. Killing was all you'd ever known, therefor killing was all you'd ever do.

"You ruined it." You heard a soft voice from the edge of the room, lost. You knew it was Dori crouched in his seat, staring at the papers on his desk with a forlorn look.

Dori was smart, even as a small child you could tell as much. But as intelligent as he was, he was equally unstable, the position you were in proving that fact. You couldn't run, even if you escaped from here...

He could easily kill you.

Slumping back down on the floor, tears gathered around your eyes, threatening to spill. But you never cried, never sobbed into the metal bars or screamed when blood poured. This was your lifestyle after all, growing up to become only one thing.

Death's Needle.

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"Who are you staring at?"

Pressing a finger to the brunettes lips, he only narrowed his eyes, captivated with your small form as you peeked from behind him. The event had begun, people roaming and dancing around the big mansion like banquet. Your eyes however were locked on someone else, and  asking it obvious you were staring, you took a step back.

"Ah, Itsuki, don't mind me, I'll be back in a bit." As rude as it would typically be leave your date in such a rush, It was hardly considered so for just the mission. After all, what you were about to do had little to do with the actual mission. Little, but reason was still there.

Time to annoy the hell out of Chuya.

Coming close to their group in the mass crowd of people, all it took was a little footstep to the left to shake the waiter off his course, bumping into the group of Port Mafia. He stumbled of course, and you would've congratulated him for the fact that he hadn't tipped over like you had hoped.

Do I have to shove him?

You didn't plan to make yourself apparent to the ginger haired boy yet, and approaching the waiter again, you put your hands behind your back, rocking your feet back and forth in an innocent manner. "Say... you see that orange kid over there? He told me he needed a drink, despite his height, he's actually of legal age, trust me-"

The waiter gave you a stare, as if to say that your height wasn't any better, but he went off as ordered to give the boy a drink.

This time however, stepping on the back of his shoes was all he needed to trip onto the group you had tried so much to avoid. Blending back into the crowd and stifling a laugh, you put a hand to your mouth, risking a glance back when you were a good distance back.

Good thing there's so many people...

Otherwise it would've been obvious it was me.

Just like you hoped, the ginger haired male was the only one drenched in the drink. You were glad to see no one else was touched by the drink, and you heard comments from the black lizard, obviously pestering the boy.

Well... I didn't do this just for prank.

To be quite fair, you'd been thinking of getting Chuya out of here long ago, just so that you wouldn't have to risk fighting him. You both had mentioned it teasingly, occasionally bringing the topic up and who would win.

I don't want to know who wins...

Get him out of here as soon as possible, that was what you had settled with. He would need a new change or clothes after the drink incident, and hopefully, he wouldn't come back.

Skipping back over to Itsuki who was wallowing in a corner, you offered him another dance. He seemed content with it, so the two of you headed back to the dance floor, grabbing a few drinks and snacks before doing so.

Itsuki was more chill than you thought he would be, and playing off everything as silly as you would, you actually thought you were having a good time. However, the intensity of his stare at some of the guests reminded you that he probably was somewhat dangerous himself. You both were still keeping an eye on people, more so at the Port Mafia, but there hadnt been any suspicious motions just yet.

He's back.

You noticed Chuya the minute he came back into the room from the washroom, subtle smile and the casual wipe of his shoulders as if there was dust. He was wearing new clothes, a tighter tuxedo that... well, they clung to just the right spots. Lingering your eyes, you secretly wondered if he had anything eye-catching under the shirt.

Like a pair of abs...

No Y/n!

Almost slapping a hand across your face yourself, your cheeks reddened. Itsuki again cast you a confused look, and you didn't question the flushed look on his face. When he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, you winced at his words. "Ah... Y/n, are you nervous...?"

Staring at Chuya, the two of you continued to sway to the music. Your lips pursued, and looking down you sighed. "S-sorta..."

"M-me too!"

It was then that you really went to notice the way his cheeks flushed, eyes wide and eyes locked on yours. The poor boy leaned in closer, and it finally clicked.

I was so focused on thinking about Chuya's abs that I-

The image once again flashed in your head, and cheeks heated. Risking a glance to the flustered Itsuki, you pointed to the food on the big banquet table. Offering him a break from dancing, he nodded in a rush. You didn't want to give him the wrong idea, it was your fault for being so busy with other people to notice the signs.

"Oh! Look," the boy then gestured to the group of people that began to swarm the middle of the ballroom. When you tensed up, he put a hand to your stiff shoulder. "Chill Y/n, can't you see it's just part of a dance?"

"What's so special about it then...?"

The grand majority of the people swayed to the music with a partner, and it was then what you saw what was so peculiar to the dance. You'd switch partners every time the music took a turn and the parters swung the other around for a dip.

Itsuki noticed your slight interest, and nudging you forwards, you saw him grin. "Cmon, let's try it out. Almost everyone is participating, it would be no fun if we sat this out."

Clasping his outstretched hand, you took a step forward, unbeknownst that it was the same step that would lead to all the chaos and fighting.

"Sure."