Redemption | Chuuya x Reader x Dazai |

End (Chuya) -23

Four months passed before she was ready to make her decision. Walking up to Chuuya, she smiled. Her face a deep crimson as she fiddled with a few strands of hair. "I made my decision," she mumbled looking at him. She lifted her head and pulled the other male in for a short kiss.

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Underneath the sheltered roof of the bar, the female fiddled around. Smoothly running a hand over her glass with worried eyes and a distant smile, she ran her hands through her hair. Her gloved finger raised to touch the soft skin of her lips. She half-doubted herself that these feelings of hers were reciprocated by the ginger. His ocean eyes and almost feminine face popped into her mind as she sat and waited.

A voice pulled her mind from the clouds of thoughts plaguing her mind. "You sure like to set things up real late shorty." the rough, almost European voice of the ginger startled the petite female. Her body jolted from his unexpected appearance.

Turning around with a smile, the female slipped a smile over her face. "Chu! Yeah? I know, but I know it's the only time you're off work and I'm free." rolling his eyes, the male sat down and called out for a bottle of wine. "Don't chug it tonight, alright?"

Clicking his tongue, the male's ocean eyes communicated a challenge to her request. "Just cause you said not to, I think I will down the whole bottle." a soft giggle escaped the female as his cheeks brightened in a soft rose. Chuuya swished the ruby liquid in his cup as he stared down at her. Yesterday she'd made the initiative with her choice. All he had to do was tell her he still shared those same feelings.

However, that meant admitting to feeling something like that. What if he lost her like he seemed to lose everything? First, those six friends who had been there since he entered the mafia. Then, as much as he would never say it aloud, he had lost Dazai. He had left without a second glance. What if she left him too, or if she were stolen from him. What if instead, he was the one to hurt her? They would be dating through two different sides. Isn't that breaking some sort of rule? "You're so easy to read Chu." the childish tone dropped from her voice as she stared into her half-emptied glass. "There was something I wanted to talk to you about." maybe it was her tone that worried him.

"You spend too much time with the bandage-wasting machine. You picked up on reading people like books. It can get creepy (Y/n)." Chuuya grumbled his words as he took a sip from his wine. The small sip ended up turning to half the glass in one shot.

Snickering slightly as she picked her glass up and took a sip, she smiled. Setting the glass down, she took a deep breath and gulped down her fears. "If you won't accept my feeling because... because I am... because we are not on the same side, in the organization then... then I." her voice shook despite how confident she was. "I'll go with you to the mafia."

He set the glass down with a quick thud, with almost enough force to break the glass. He shot to face her. His hands moving to grip her shoulders. "No, I won't let you go there (Y/n)." his voice was stern as the female averted her gaze from his face.

"What difference does it make? It's not like it would be a big change. I spent years in the same type of business." Chuuya moved one of his hands to her chin. Holding her chin, he forced their eyes to make contact. The anger in his eyes shared space with worry and concern.

"You like your job though. You smile and even laugh. Plus, there's that damned Dazai there." the female's hands moved to shove his chest, glaring lightly.

"But I want you! I don't want Dazai! I want you to hold me late at night! I want you to be there when I'm upset. I want to be there for you when you have rough days. I want to be with you Chuuya, it's always been you who was there for me. I've loved you since we were 15. I don't... no, I can't lose you again." her hands tangled in his vest, her eyes threatening to leak soft tears.