After Dazai had left the Port Mafia, you were a "replacement" for him. Filling the position as Mori's favorite, as well as Chuuya's partner. You and Dazai come into contact accidentally. You couldn't stand the man, however you also felt something fo...
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"Care to share?" You asked, standing beside Chuuya on the balcony you had in your shared office. It was the perfect place to kick back and watch the rain (a roof was provided to cover the balcony). The entire day was gray clouds with a slight breeze and heavy rain here and there—the perfect day.
"You weren't a prick today, so I suppose." Chuuya spoke, pulling a cigarette out of the Marlboro packet in his gloved hand. He put it in your mouth, raising a hand to protect the flame from going out as he lit it for you. He said in a tone as you pulled away, "You're welcome."
"Thank you." You said, smoke escaping your lips and swirling in the wind, with the smoke either dispersing or getting caught in the rain. Taking the cancer stick in between your fingers and pulling it away from your mouth, you turned to face Chuuya. "And thank you for earlier."
Chuuya paused, choking on the drag he in took. He had a coughing fit, which echoed throughout the Port Mafia garden below. His cheeks became a light shade of pink—you couldn't tell if it was from the coughing or embarrassment, but either way, you let a chuckle escape.
"Yeah, n-no problem." Chuuya choked out, his coughing had stopped. He turned away, finding some excuse to look away from you, knowing you were staring at his peony face. In a way to change the subject he (horribly) tried to distract you with the rain. "Hey, would you look at this weather. It's fantastic."
"It sure is." You said wholeheartedly, inserting the cigarette in between your lips and inhaling the toxins. Chuuya turned back, watching you exhale the smoke as you looked over the city. It was beautiful in the gloominess. Umbrella's of every color walked down the street with their person under them. "The rain is beautiful."
You fell more and more in love with the dark atmosphere as you watched the water droplets fall and splatter onto the concrete and hearing the pounding on the roof over head of the balcony. You inhaled deeply, giving all attention to the breeze passing by, following with an exhale.
The man next to you was admiring your side profile, taking in every detail of your charming features. Your nose, perfect, as if it were sculpted by a fine artist who knew what they were doing; sculpting you like it was their calling. Your (E/C) eyes—cold as ever, they made you look dead, like you've seen everything happen all at once in this horrid place of a world. Your soft, plump lips parted ever-so slightly, Chuuya knew he shouldn't be, but he was drawn to them. He licked his own dry lips, desperate to see what yours tasted like.
"So, what really happened with Dazai?" Chuuya asked, leaning forward over the edge of the balcony. His cigarette hung from his mouth, nearly down to the last bit of tobacco. "I know you saw more than what you're letting on."
