Soukoku One Shots

Jealous

Chuuya and Dazai met when they were 15, and chuuya fell for him soon after their first mission together, but upon joining the mafia dazai spent his nights out with other women, so one night Chuuya gets tired of it an confronts dazai (drunk of course) they are 17 now

Chuuya walked around the shared apartment to find dazai gone once again. This wasn't abnormal, Dazai was almost always out, and typically either returned with a woman or covered in sloppy lipstick marks, each one etched into chuuyas mind. On all these nights Chuuya locked himself in his room until he knew dazai was asleep before crying or leaving the apartment entirely to go take his anger out on the mafia's training equipment.

Tonight was no different, dazai was missing, and chuuya was sick of it. Not only had he had a long day at work, but now his crush of two years is out fucking around with some random woman he picks up in the bars or clubs he attends to. After an hour or so of waiting, the ginger realized that his partner might not be coming back tonight, so he sat down and downed as much alcohol as possible.

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Dazai opened the door to his apartment with a drunk blonde touching all over his body. He smirked and was about to take her to his room until he looked in the living room. There were 2 empty bottles of whiskey thrown on the floor and one half empty wine bottle in his partners hands.

"Chuuya...?" As soon as Chuuya looked at him he saw the redheads expression change from sad and hurt to pissed and angry.

"What the fuck do you want bastard? Go fuck her and every other girl you take home just like you always do, fucking dick." Dazai was shocked, and honestly a bit afraid. He had never heard Chuuya speak to him with that tone, it was a tone filled with hatred, true deep hatred, and pain, but mostly hatred. The brunette walked to the living room and tried to pick his partner up, but got his hand smacked away immediately.

"DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

"Chuuya in just trying to-"

"Trying to what dazai? Trying to actually care about me? Too fucking late for that, I'm not one of your toys and I'm done with your sick mind games. Tomorrow I'm requesting to move to a new apartment on my own, I can't stand you anymore." Dazai was in shock once again. Why was Chuuya acting like this?

"Akira leave," Dazai said addressing the blonde with authority.

"What but we were going to-"

"I said to LEAVE," he said with a more demanding tone. The blonde woman gathered the things she dropped when she and dazai stumbled into the place then shut the door. As soon as she was gone dazai kneeled next Chuuya.

"What's wrong Chuuya? Are you okay?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Well, what's wrong is that you're a fucking prick. You do whatever the fuck you want without thinking about others, like would it kill you to try to notice how others feel? How I feel? But of course, you're Dazai Osamu, you don't care about anyone but yourself. Who the fuck was I fooling thinking you could actually care for me. What a fucking joke."

"What do you mean Chuuya? Of course I care about you."

"Oh? Then how many months have I been in pain dazai? How many years have I put up with your bullshit? How many times have I sat on the mafia building thinking about just falling off and not using my ability? Not even to mention, how many years I've been in love with you? If you really 'cared' you would have noticed." Dazai looked into those beautiful blue eyes and saw so many things. Anger, hurt, and even a few tears forming.

"What do you mean you've been in love with me? And been in pain? And what do you mean falling off? Chuuya talk to me!" Dazai was beyond worried and confused now.

"Are you fucking stupid?! I thought you were the smart one here! I hate knowing you fuck around with women! I hate when you bring them home and I have to hear all of that! I hate living in this goddamn place knowing that everything here has been touched by some filthy slut who you care more about than me! And most of all, I hate you for making me fall in love with you! I've tried everything to stop loving you, but I just can't! I've thought about just dying to get rid of these feelings, but I just can't because then who would take care of your stupid ass?! Damn you damn you damn you fucking shitty dazai!"

"Shhh Chuuya I can explain just breathe okay?"

"What there to explain dazai? It's not like you could ever love me, I mean I'm not even human, how could you possibly love something like me? Just leave me alone, I'll sleep here, goodnight-"

"Chuuya! We are NOT ending this conversation now so wake up! I do love you okay?! Don't you dare ever think that I don't, and don't you DARE ever speak badly about yourself, you're just as human as me, and even so, I love you all the same. And please Chuuya, never leave my side. Don't find someone else, don't leave our apartment, and do NOT ever think about dying." Dazai rushed in and squeezed Chuuya tightly.

"Stop lying to me dazai, I'm tired of it! Let go of me!"

"No, I'm not letting go nor am I lying. I was with all those women to try and get over you! I fell in love with you the first time we met, I loved you hair, your eyes, your voice, the way you weren't afraid to be in the face of a mafioso, or the fact you never backed down no matter what shitty thing I said." Chuuya burst into tears making Dazai's shirt dampen slightly.

"Y-you bastard... making me think all these stupid things for years... fuckjng dumbass... bastard... shithead... I hate you..."

"I know Chuuya, I love you too."

"I love you dazai..."

"I love you too. Now let's get you to bed, you shouldn't have drank this much when you have such a low tolerance," Dazai said smiling softly while holding his petite ginger.

"Just shut up and take me to my room."

"Your wish is my command princess."