Redemption | Chuuya x Reader x Dazai |

Dumbass -5

Work the next day was simple and easy. Compared to her first day, all she did was file papers and look over cases. She had noticed one member off to the side to herself, Dazai and Kunikida. This male seemed to be the oldest of the group but did not work. He sat looking through papers and eating sweets.

Unlocking the door to her apartment, she slipped inside only to have a few minutes to herself. Grabbing a bottle of wine, she sat it on the counter along with two glasses. The door creaked open to a short male with a rather feminine figure. His coat slid from his shoulder as he hung it on the rack. Shutting the door, he slid his shoes off looking at the female who turned her head with a smile. "Chu!" she beamed, popping the cork from the bottle and pouring it into both glasses.

"I didn't believe them when I woke up. Thought I had dreamed that shit up," he grumbled with a slight glare as he walked over to the female.

"Aw, Chibi did miss me." the female gave a soft laugh handing the red-head a glass. He took it with an eye-roll, perching himself up on the counter. Despite the stools that lined the island.

"I'm not that f-ing short. Plus I'm still growing, dumbass. You're smaller than I am anyway." Softly pouting, she stood lightly on her toes to pat his hair.

"But I'm a girl, so it's cute to be short. Then again, you are adorable when you're asleep, drunk, and upset." she was purposely teasing him. Watching his face turn away with a huff.

"I am not adorable, ass hat. How long have you been back anyway?" he changed the topic relatively quickly as she sat on the counter next to him. "Also, I wanna know how you got my number."

"Close to two weeks now. I did try to locate you but ,not having money or a phone kinda made it difficult," she grumbled. Tilting her head back, she poured the red liquid down her throat. "As for your number... I got a bit emotional and uh got lucky. I happened to be at our old hangout and a certain ex-mafia executive found me. So after a bit of time, he did give me your number. Once I had a phone and stuff I called you first." Chuuya clicked his tongue as he held his empty glass out. "Still drink a lot despite being lightweight." the female snickered.

"You get drunk after two and one-third glasses of wine. Don't even, I can go a good half-bottle before I'm even tipsy." smiling lightly (Y/n) poured him a second glass and filled her nearly emptied glass up. The two were silent for a moment before Chuuya went to speak. The tightness in the air was suffocating him.

"I don't wanna talk about it Chu." It was as if she knew his question would be about her fiance she supposedly left. Her childish personality had left her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair. Sliding from the counter, she set her glass down. "Sorry, well, how about we have a quick dance." she smiled pulling chuuya to the floor as she played music from her phone.

"You're not getting me to dance." Chuuya huffed watching the female childish gleam return. A smirk rolling on her lips as she giggled. Swaying, she grabbed Chuuya's arm and pulled him to the open floor of the hall.

"Come on, we used to do this whenever we drank!" Chuuya sighed giving in to her plea. His gloved hand entangled with the female's gloved hand. They began to spin lightly to the music. Smiling, the female stepped closer to the male. "So how is the mafia? Are you happy there?" the question shocked him lightly as he looked down at the female. Her face was slightly red and her movements sloppy.

"When was the last time you drank?" he asked, avoiding the question. Quickly the girl shook her head with a pout. Sighing he let go with one hand and twirled the female using their connected hand. "I enjoy it, the mafia lets me be myself. I have money and status. Working for Mori isn't that bad, excluding the paperwork." he grumbled, pulling the female to him before wrapping an arm around her waist. A soft giggle left her lips as she looked up with a smile. "So yes, I am happy."

The female nodded stepping back from the embrace, she gripped his hands in hers again. "The last time I drank was our last bar meet-up. So before I left for London." Chuuya snorted detangling his hand from hers again, he flicked her forehead.

"No wonder you're already tipsy. You only had maybe two glasses?" he teased watching as (Y/n) stuck her tongue out playfully. She dipped her hand from chuuya's hand. Running off, she grabbed her glass again, pouring herself a Third glass.

"I'll show you I'm perfectly fine! Not a bit tipsy... not yet anyway!" giggling, she poured the wine into the glass, spilling it over the glass's rim. Chuuya sighed, grabbing the bottle from her hand. "Okay, I may be a bit disoriented! That's only cause I-I chugged it down!" Chuuya rolled his ocean blue eyes as he filled his glass. Sipping on the glass, he watched as (Y/n) chugged down her glass.

"Jeez, woman. Stop chugging glass after glass. Might as well down the whole bottle if you're gonna do that." he could almost laugh at how their roles had swapped. The last time he had a drink with (Y/n), she had been the one scolding him about drinking in that matter. He still did it if he really wanted to be drunk or celebrate. Other nights he'd have a glass or two. He'd sip it slowly and enjoy the flavor. She turned her head towards him with a soft smile despite how glossy her eyes looked. It reminded him of a doll. Though, her form had always been doll-like to him. Her skin was kept soft, most likely because of her abilities regeneration properties. Her eyes tended to gloss over when she drank. Walking towards him, the female managed to trip on her own feet. Her glass slipped from her hand falling to the floor, it shattered into hundreds of shards.

Chuuya caught her in his arms, blinking at her clumsiness. "Sorry! I-I'll clean it up!" her voice shook lightly. The simple way she tugged her body away and dropped down to pick the glass up with ragged breaths caught his attention. The male bent down his hand reached to cup her cheek. He was met with a startled breath hitching at the back of the girl's throat. Her eyes squeezing closed. Chuuya immediately rolled back before staring at her.

His eyes traveled to her arm immediately, his eyes narrowed as he grabbed her arm and pulled back the cloth sleeves, and pulled down the soft felt of her gloves. His free hand turned to a fist as he forced her to drop the glass. His tongue clicked as he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her into him. "So that's why you didn't want to talk about it. He did this, that bastard." he lifted the female and carried her to the bedroom setting her down, he looked at her. Those crystal-like orbs lay shut as she sunk into sleep. Standing, he walked from the room to clean up the mess. Running a hand through his loose strands, he brushed the pieces into a pan and used a towel to soak the spilled wine.

He grabbed a pen and paper to leave her a note for when she woke up. "I'd have slit his throat had you told me how he treated you. -Chuuya." grabbing his coat, he slid it over his shoulders and walked out.