Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

It Starts in my Toes

(I JUST LISTENED TO THIS SONG FROM MY CHILDHOOD I FORGOT EXISTED CALLED "BUBBLY" AND NOW IM WRITING A FLUFFSHOT OF YOUNG DAZAI BEING CONFUSED ON HIS FEELINGS OUT OF IT SO ENJOY

Word count: 1124)

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Dazai has a problem.

Well— he has many problems, but this one is...

...it's...

...a bit different.

—different than most of his problems.

It all starts from his toes.

Okay— that's a bit weird out of context but— he doesn't know how else to explain said problem.

It's like this... this feeling. A weird feeling. One that he only gets when a certain someone is around.

A certain someone— someone with bright, striking auburn locks and bright, gleaming blue eyes.

A certain someone with a rather loud mouth and terrible attitude.

A certain someone who is currently sitting two seats away from him, a seat belt strapped around his front shoulder as he stares out of the window of the large, black mafia-SUV. The Sun's rays are poking through the thick glass, hitting the young ginger boy in all the right spots and only accentuating his rather... soft features.

Like instead of most boys having this sharp, paper-thin-looking jawline, Chuuya has this... soft... this soft, and smooth jawline. One that is prominent, not eye-striking but rather... something gentle. Something sweet.

—kinda, I guess.

Or the way the rays hit his pale skin, warming it up and letting his splattered light-brown freckles poke through his skin like some pale, melting snow and grass complexion. His nose, too. To the side, the tip of it is up-turned, making him look like some soft little piglet, bright, soft eyes staring up into the blue-sky which matches his irises.

The way his lips too, they were so soft. Pink, and always looking as if they were flushed out. The same lips who would spout non-stop nonsense and crap towards the brunette, were also a pair of lips that looked so utterly smooth under the infrared Sun's rays.

And also the way his—

Wait...

Sitting there, Dazai paused for a moment, his eyes snapped themselves away from his distracted partner's face and averted his gaze towards his bandaged hands resting atop his lap. His eyes shifted to his feet, and he rubbed the tips of his shoes together.

There...

...there it is.

The feeling, the weird feeling,

The one where he feels all... tingly in his toes.

But that's not it.

That's not where it ends.

That's just how it starts.