𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 (Dazai x F!Reader x Chuuya)

i love you (3.2)

Oh dear readers- I'm sorry for the chapter, I probably made it 100x more dramatic than it need to be. But yknow, for the sake of plot and maybe just for the fun of it-

Sorry again- don't get mad at me :)

- Author-chan

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Streets whirled past you as your legs carried you farther down the sidewalk, breathing staggered and blood pulsing to your face. It was chilly out, despite the sun shining bright against the morning frost.

You expected this, it didn't come as a surprise that the brunette wasn't anywhere near the street he had stated. Dazai Osamu had a mind of his own, a mind that took decisions for the greater benefit.

He knows what he's doing.

But that doesn't mean you're gonna let him get away with it.

But seriously? Now I have to chase him down?!

Turning past street corners and peaking into alleyways, you couldnt recognize the familiar mat of messy brown hair anywhere. Sometimes you'd spot the occasional look a like, but the lack of bandages quickly set your mind straight, and you were off once again to search for the boy.

But that's what when you heard it.

His voice was so familiar, and you stopped running, quieting your footsteps when you noticed he was talking to someone. Cushioning your feet against the gravel as you creeped to peak over the corner, you eyed the situation with suspicion. There was Dazai, wide eyed and bright smiled as always as he pranced around. A hat that you identified from somewhere was placed on his head, and you could only narrow your eyes.

I... recognize the hat from somewhere.

I just don't remember where...?

The other man was covered in shadows and you couldn't recognize him apart from a rough accent. The situation seemed familiar, and you felt yourself wanting to approach the man with a strange voice.

Such a familiar voice.

Suddenly Dazai's voice grew dark, but the man with the accent didn't waver, his voice steady and light. So similar, it reminded you of Dazai and his teasing tone, calculated.

So you didn't understand why it sounded so sinister to your ears.

I know this man...

I just can't remember from where.

A noise from above you made your eyes snap up, and you focused in on the figure a few stories away. A man clad in black, no distinguishable features and a weapon in his hands. A sniper clutched in his grip, pointed not at you, but straight below.

Huh-? Why would...

It took only a second later for you to realize just what was going on, the sniper pointed in the direction of the two men. Dazai no doubt hadn't noticed it yet, but with the accented man facing the sniper himself, it surely wasn't pointed towards him.

Shit. Dazai's in danger.

Feet moving before you could register the situation, you now stood in the nimble alleyway with the two men. You paid the accented man no mind, stare pointed to Dazai as you opened your mouth to speak of the threat, to get the boy out of there as quickly as you could.

Yet it was the intake of breath that froze you in place, the man just behind you looked paralyzed in place for a sole second, eyes narrowed in on your figure. The black leggings and oversized jacket on your shoulders was unfamiliar to him, but your h/c wasn't, bright e/c eyes and the curve of your jaw. He recognized you right away.