A bunch of unrelated fics of SKK.
(Mostly centered around Hurt Chuuya and Comforting/Caring Dazai.)
Total Word Count: 125k+
Note: I take no credits for this fic. Itʼs currently an on-going series on ao3, posted by a friend of mine. Iʼve already ask...
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Summary: What did annoy him beyond his limits was the fact that he couldnʼt just act on it freely, these stupid feelings of his were supposed to be locked in a cage with no way out. Though it felt more like the cage had a door which was unlocked, but what was inside was scared of coming out.
Ignoring the slight ache surging up, he decided to take a walk to calm himself down.
Or: Chuuya had been in the stage of denial regarding his feelings for a certain brunet for far too long. He got a harsh reality check when he saw the brunetʼs advances towards a woman, and the ugly feeling of jealousy that he wished not to acknowledge, rose to the surface.
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Chuuya, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Sexual Content, Hand Jobs.
Word Count: 4,182
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Chapter 1: Pacify Her, Sheʼs Getting On My Nerves
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“Inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.” — Eminem.
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This was stupid of him to do.
Chuuya had a bad feeling since the moment he got the absolutely splendid idea to go to the ADA, of all things. Even though he had no actual reason to go—despite the fact that wanting to visit his stupid partner shouldʼve been enough of a valid reason.
The redhead was simply in his office, doing paperwork neatly. Nothing out of the ordinary. And then his mind wandered, as it tended to do so when he went on auto-pilot, going through the motions of typing as if it was etched into his very bones.
He found himself thinking of sparkling brown eyes and soft wavy brunet hair. He snapped himself out of his stupid thoughts, trying to ignore the sudden urge to go see the brunet in flesh, alive and well. Chuuya refused to admit he missed him.
Even after the last few months, Chuuya still felt a little strange at the prospect of having such feelings for a certain Mackerel. He was no coward, of course. He also wasnʼt a fifteen-year-old anymore. Heʼd grown—in maturity, not particularly in height, but Chuuya refused to acknowledge it—so he wasnʼt afraid of admitting his feelings.
Albeit, only to himself.
Hence, the absolute unneeded—and completely unwanted—desire to see Dazai, wasnʼt as strange of a concept to him. What did annoy him beyond his limits was the fact that he couldnʼt just act on it freely, these stupid feelings of his were supposed to be locked in a cage with no way out. Though it felt more like the cage had a door which was unlocked, but what was inside it was scared of coming out.
