the other side of paradise | bsd x gn!reader

eight.

After the transpired events, Dazai, Oda and the kids disappear completely. You are curious how they are planning hide from the powerful organization, that is the Port Mafia, but you believe in Dazai and his skills. He'll keep everyone safe. You're sure of it.

Speaking of the ex-mafioso, he kindly lets you know when Chuuya finally returns from his mission, about a week after shit went down. To be fair, it's more of a farewell gift of sorts for Chuuya, but you know exactly what the loud explosion heard in the vicinity of the mafia headquarters means.

Despite it not being a Friday, you sneak out of your dorm to your favourite park. He's already there. Wine bottle and a glass on the floor next to him. He doesn't look like himself and you can't tell that Dazai leaving hurt him, even if he won't admit that himself. He looks exhausted.

"What are you doing here? It's not Friday yet," you ask gently.

"I was wondering that about you," he returns the question. You don't give him an answer, neither does he give one to you.

After a while, Chuuya breaks the tense silence. He starts to tell you all about his mission (well, as much as he's allowed to disclose), but you aren't able to focus on the content of his words. Your mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Anastasia, changing the plot and... Dazai.

"Chuuya," you interrupt. "Would you... ever leave the mafia?" Asking this question feels dangerous, especially if Chuuya already found out about Dazai's defiance from the organization. But you have to know. You have to know where he stands on this. If there's even a slight chance he'd want to leave, you'd grab it and pull him out of there yourself. But if he doesn't... You have no right no decide what he has to do.

It takes a couple minutes of thinking for Chuuya to answer. "No. I would never want to do that, I think. Why?"

Oh.

Of course. Why would you ever think your presence made a difference? Chuuya is his own person, and he has his own personal reason for being in the mafia. You strutting into the picture with a few comforting words won't make him change his mind.

You wave your hand around and chuckle dismissively. "Ah, just something I was thinking about. Ignore what I just said. It's just a silly thought. Continue where you left off."

Chuuya gives you a doubtful look. "Something happened while I was gone. And Dazai was involved, wasn't he?"

The ring on your finger suddenly seems very interesting. You don't look him in the eyes, but his stare lingers on you. "I... don't want to talk about it. Not yet at least. It's something I have to process by myself first."

Chuuya nods in understanding. "Alright. I won't press you for it. As longs as that walking bag of bandages didn't do anything to you, I'll let you be." Taking a deep breath, he looks up at the starry sky and continues in a quiet voice. "Whatever happened was probably one of the reasons that ass finally left, so I'm here to celebrate. I'm finally free of him and his shenanigans. I was saving this one for a perfect opportunity, and I think this is the right one." The bottle of wine is opened with a pop. He pours some in a glass and hands it to you, keeping the rest of the bottle for himself. He rises it up in the air, ready for a toast.

"To the Bastard Dazai leaving," Chuuya chokes out and drinks from the bottle.

You set your glass down on the floor. Scooting next to him, you lean your head on his shoulder. The boy says nothing more, but his body finally relaxes, and he pulls you even closer.

Chuuya gives good hugs, you decide. He hugs you tight, like you're going to disappear the moment he lets go. The embrace is warm and comforting. It makes you feel safe, and you relax in his arms completely. The both of you sit there until sunrise, in bitter-sweet silence.