Redemption | Chuuya x Reader x Dazai |

Is it love? -17

When the sun fell and work hours were over, the brunette male walked from the office to the familiar bar. Walking down the steps, he slipped inside and glanced at the female. She already looked to be drunk. Having her glass re-filled, she looked to see Dazai. "Bad interaction with Chuuya?" Dazai asked as he took a seat next to the female. "I'll just have pop. I'll be driving her home tonight," Dazai mumbled his order as he kept his eyes on the female.

"Yeah, he didn't even wanna talk. He really hates me for leaving." she pouted with slurred words. Downing another drink, she shoved over her phone. "See I call him, but he not picking up the phone." Dazai sighed feeling slightly sorry about her situation. It was shocking considering he never felt bad for people before. He let his hand travel to hers. Resting it on the back of her hand, he looked into her (e/c) hues. She stared back into his bronze eyes, a soft comfort taking over her.

They sat and talked about the things she had missed in the past two years. At some point, the female leaned against him, her head falling onto his shoulder. He couldn't help but chuckle, his cheeks turning a soft pink unknowingly to him. He ran a hand over her head in soothing strokes. Listening to her soft breaths as she slept. Placing what he had inside his wallet down, he lifted (Y/n) in his arms. Carrying her out to the car, he strapped her in before running a finger over her cheek. She shifted a bit to open her eyes. Backing away from her, Dazai strapped himself into the driver's side. "Your address?" Dazai asked.

Giving a half-aware mumble, she read out her address. When Dazai pulled into the lot he couldn't help but stare at the large home. "A mansion?" he questioned himself before walking up to the door. He walked around for quite a while until finding her bedroom. He laid her in bed before she grumbled and tugged on his arm. Tilting his head, he looked down at her. "What?" he asked as he tried to pull his arm away. She yanked down harder, pulling him down next to her.

"Stay," she whispered, letting her eyes fall shut. Dazai sighed, wrapping an arm around her. She smiled before lightly giggling. She pressed her head to his chest, curling up, she snuggled close to him. "Just want company." Dazai nodded, rubbing her back gently. He rested his chin against her head, inhaling the smell of her perfume.

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A female sat on a chair, her eyes still partly filled with a bright light. Her delicate fingers spinning over the phone screen. The digital glare of the screen lighting the dimly lit room. She giggled rolling her eyes as she joked around with a friend. Her cheeks were a brilliant pink as she talked with him. The lights flipped on with a heavy growl. Her phone was torn from her hands before she could reply again. Quickly the male scrolled through the messages. One look at her had his face fuming. Any idiot could take one look at her bright eyes and giggling expression with the edition of her bright pink cheeks and tell she was interacting with somebody she had a thing for. "Please, he's a friend." the female's voice shook slightly as she held out her hands, requesting her phone back. The male looked at her before acting as if he were truly going to hand her the phone. Just before, it dropped, he let the phone slide from his fingers to the wood flooring in their shared room. His foot slipped over the screen before he shattered it. The glass pieces scattered along the floor as he picked the shattered screen up, he slammed it into a wall to make sure it wasn't fixable.

"Dolls don't talk. You belong to me. If I catch you talking to that boy again... it won't be the phone I break." his hand raised and slapped over her cheek. "Clean the mess up. With your hands, I don't want a single shard left. If there is, I'll just assume you didn't listen." hanging her head, the female bit back a snarl. Dropping to the floor in her baby-doll dress, she began to collect the shattered pieces of glass. Ignoring the small cuts the glass gave her, she picked every piece up.

Her body lightly shook as she snuggled into Dazai. Opening his eyes lightly, he looked at the shaking girl.

Her vision went red, the glass in her hand became crimson liquid. Dripping through her fingers, it fell from her hand. The wooden floor became a stack of bones. The sounds of music and static turned into screams. The world spun around her as her breath hitched. Two months ago she had made what she had promised to be the last murder she'd ever commit. It was like a trigger, her brain would force her into this state. Showing her memories of the past. It would rile her up. Play the scene on loop, over and over.