Redemption | Chuuya x Reader x Dazai |

Mistake -18

Walking through the city streets, the female skipped alongside Dazai. His eyes watched her childish form. Her feet spun around in circles as the two walked their way towards the agency. The warmth of the sun coating their exposed skin. The sky was relatively clear today, a handful of clouds appeared here and there, but other than that there were only the sun and blue skies. "Wanna stop to get breakfast?" (Y/n) called out. Looking back to Dazai as she stopped outside a bakery window, she glared a pleading look. Dazai shrugged, resting his arm on her head.

He didn't really care about getting food on the way, considering there was a cafe on the first floor of the agency's building. "Sure, I don't see why not."

Smiling, the female pulled him into the building. Ordering herself a milk-tea and a coffee for Dazai, she hesitated for a moment before ordering a croissant and a few other pastries to go. Grabbing the bag and paying herself, she pulled out a croissant. "Want one?" she hummed watching him shake his head, before leaning down to take a bit from the one she had just bitten into.

Looking away, she clicked her tongue. "So, you said you had found all these new suicide methods. Are you ever going to share them?" Dazai leaned back as he awaited her answer.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" grinning as an idea popped into her head, she snickered. "We can annoy Kunikida all day with a talk on why they wouldn't work for us or if it's worth trying!" she was about to go into more detail when her phone rang. Fishing it from her pocket, the (e/c)-eyed female glared at the contact.

"Who is it?" Dazai asked peeking over to the phone. When he saw the contact name set as Chibi bestie, he rolled his eyes swiping her phone from her, he answered.

"Yo, are you free later. We need to talk." the voice from the other side sounded drunk, just slightly intoxicated.

"She'll be busy later tonight." Dazai hummed, his face unreadable as the two walked.

"Eh? Dazai? The hell are you doing on her phone! Bastard!", swiping her phone back, (Y/n) stuck her tongue out and shot him a playful glare.

"What do you need Chuuya?" she huffed, handing Dazai the bag of pastries, so she could properly hold her phone.

"We should talk. I was only mad because you were lying to yourself. How about the bar tonight?" her chest gave a soft tug as her hand tightened on the phone.

"Yeah, sure. Right after I'm off work, we'll talk then. I'm apparently busy later so you better be ready because I won't be staying long." she didn't let him reply. Hanging up, she pocketed her phone.

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Stepping inside the bar, she took a seat and ordered a small glass of wine. When Chuuya walked in, he took a seat beside her. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed. "Look (Y/n), I don't care what you do. You know I kill too, I'm a mafia executive. What does bother me is when you lie to yourself and me." he held a finger up for a glass of wine. When it was slid to him he chugged it down.

"Chuuya... do you hate me for what I became?", Chuuya nearly spit the wine out as the words ran into his ears. Coughing lightly as he forced himself to swallow the red liquid, he shook his head grabbing her hand.

"Hate you? How could I ever hate you? God, you're such a fuckin idiot (Y/n). I'm pissed but I don't hate you. You keep leaving and breaking promises. You can be so frustrating but, hate you? I could probably never." her heart pounded as the male spoke. Her fingers grasped her cup as she looked over to Chuuya. Downing the glass she sighed.

"I think I called you at least twenty times while I was drunk last night," she mumbled embarrassed. Chuuya snickered holding up his phone.

"My phone was dead, I picked up the first time you called, then my phone lost charge." face-planting to the bar she groaned. "Were you out drinking?" he asked, observing the female's expression