Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

I Like You.

I like you.

Three words, three syllables, 8 letters, one sentence.

A phrase that we all dread telling someone at least once in our life.

And— the funny thing is, is that saying it itself shouldn't be a big deal.

So then— why is it?

Why is it such a big fucking deal??

Well— Dazai Osamu surely doesn't know the answer to that question.

And, frankly— I don't think he ever will.

And— Chuuya Nakahara?

Oh, he doesn't know the absolute weight those words bear on someone's shoulder.

—or, the weight it bears on Dazai's shoulder.

But— can you really blame him??

I mean, the dude was raised as a literal lab experiment, joined a homeless gang, fought by himself on the streets growing up, and then was randomly pulled in the Port fucking Mafia by a lanky fish-eyed lookin dude who annoys the ever loving shit out of him, found out he was a fucking clone or some shit, and then he finally learned to entrust his partner with all his life— only for him to just randomly leave and abandon him there directly after!

So— do you really think a single sentence with three words, three syllables, and 8 letters is gonna really put anymore weight on his shoulders?

Well— I don't know.

Does it?

Because that's exactly what we're about to find out.

Three times.

Three fucking times, Dazai has tried to confess to Chuuya.

Three times— that Dazai has tried his hardest to say those three stupid fucking words.

"I like you."

The first time— was during a mission him and Chuuya were both sent on.

At the time— they were 16. 

Yeah— Very young.

And at this specific mission, Mori had sent them both to absolutely just destroy and obliterate the living Hell out of this small anonymous organization that was threatening to overthrow the Mafia.

So, frankly— that's what they did.

And— in the end, because they are Double fucking Black, they killed every single enemy lasting out that entire group.

So, now the boys are in a safe house owned by the mafia, somewhere hidden deep in the city which we will never know where because—

—well, that's the point of a safe house, right?

And currently— since Chuuya made a small miscalculation (or more like Dazai, because he is the supposed "brains" of the duo, though— Chuuya hardly believes there's even a fucking brain in that dumb ass head of his), a large bloody and bruised up gash is slashed across the side of his body, crimson blood dripping out and spilling all over the old and crummy wooden floor of the tiny shack.

And, Dazai?— He's treating the wound quickly, a small routine the two boys had picked up over the last year of working together, however neither of them actually wanted to heal each other, but they needed to learn to trust one another.

And— this is where that little "I like you." part comes in.

Because— did I mention how Dazai's feelings even started for Chuuya?