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Snow day || Soukoku

TW: Rape/Non-Con

"It's not as cold as I expected." Chuuya whispered, taking in the breathtaking view of the snow. "Wish I could be you." Dazai replied. He shuddered, he hadn't thought much about his clothing and was just in what he usually wore during his time in ADA. Unexpected much, but yes, Dazai and Chuuya had come to the snow.

It all began when Fukuzawa and Mori announced to both the PM and ADA that they were all going on a 'trip' to the snow. They had not revealed the reason why, but nearly everyone was happily packing their bags to enjoy a free ride and potential vacation. Besides, the one and only, known for his temper, Nakahara Chuuya.

Chuuya was very sensitive to the cold. Staying in Yokohama, a bright and warm city, for most of his life had affected Chuuya in a negative way where he was extremely vulnerable to the cold. Unfortunately, Mori had declared that this trip was mandatory and that there was absolutely no excuse to being left out. Chuuya cursed in his mind and started packing his suitcase.

By the end of the day, Chuuya's room was a total mess. Every wardrobe, drawer, and closet had been opened, cleaned inside of, and left opened. Chuuya sat by his bed, struggling to catch his breath, as he had been running all across his room for the past 4 hours. He scrambled to the drawer on the left side of his bed in order to check that he had packed everything that he needed. "Five pairs of thick pants, check. 3 snow jackets, check..."

And now his worries had all been demolished, standing by the local woods with Dazai, Chuuya really thought that he had over packed. But at that very moment, Dazai sneezed abruptly.

Chuuya turned his head around to show a face of disgust towards Dazai but settled his face back to normal as he saw his face. Dazai's cheeks were bright pink, as well as the tips of his ears and he was trembling violently. Mocking concern to annoy Dazai, Chuuya rushed to his aid, asking him what was wrong in a high pitched voice.

Dazai let out a sarcastic laugh, only to be turned into a furious cough. Noticing that his cough was genuine, Chuuya decided to actually lend a helping hand, only to flinch at the temperature of Dazai's body. "Holy shit Dazai, you're so cold...are you alright?" Dazai did not respond. Irritated, Chuuya decided to recreate the iconic Dazai and Odasaku scene but instead, replacing Dazai's place and gently supporting Dazai who somewhat seemed to be freezing to death. Dazai weakly placed up a hand to touch Chuuya's face. 'Might as well die like Odasaku did'

A thought instantly revived Dazai from the brink of death.
'I can't die a virgin'

Dazai regained all his energy to quickly throw Chuuya to the ground. His breath was as thick as fog as he recalled what he was about to do. He swallowed and said meekly, "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do."

Dazai tore off Chuuya's layers of clothing, Chuuya didn't know what was going on but could easily guess that it wasn't anything good. "D-Mackerel, what the fuck are you doing?! Give me back my clothing!-l" Dazai planted a kiss on Chuuya's lips. Chuuya's eyes widened in shock, or more of a type of feeling that he didn't recognise. After Dazai finished playing with his lips Chuuya felt like a whole other person.

Dazai was a bit hard to resist honestly. Chuuya tried to look over Dazai's shoulder's but was blocked immediately. He sighed and took of the rest of his clothes by himself. The area they were in was isolated anyways, only decorated with the trees making up the forest, he didn't mind too much. Only for his bare legs to be touched by the burning cold. Chuuya shuddered, he closed his eyes tightly, he was terrified yet intrigued on what Dazai would do to him.

Chuuya opened his eyes and stared at the blinding openings in the tall trees. He felt a sudden stab somewhere quite specific in his lower area. His face burned and darkened into a bright red. It wasn't what he had expected at all. But it felt good. Dazai stroked Chuuya's long ginger hair. "What conditioner do you use?"he said playfully. Chuuya scoffed. Even in this ghastly situation Dazai still had the nerve to crack a joke. "I-" he stopped talking. The stab had turned into a shove, and that shove a push. It hurt like fucking hell. Chuuya winced, it was so painful that a few tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. It wasn't pleasurable anymore, not only was he cold, he was also feeling an intense pain from his insides. But he didn't know what to say to Dazai. The pain grew every second, Chuuya racked his head for a way to tell Dazai that it hurt like living hell. In the end, all he could manage was "Pull it out." Before letting out an undignified moan.

And of course, being Dazai, he did not bother listening. Oh now it was sore and burning. Tears streamed down Chuuya's face, turning to ice before hitting the snow ground. Chuuya did not know what would be more painful, his entire body both being penetrated from both the inside and outside, or burning in hell. Just as he thought that he would pass out from the pain, he heard the familiar voices of Fukuzawa and Mori. "Dazai, Chuuya, where are you?"

"Shit, Dazai get the fuck off me" Chuuya pushed Dazai and quickly put on his clothes again. Although Dazai had just probably turned his insides out, Chuuya still felt a tinge of sympathy and lent Dazai one of his many jackets. "Thank you chibi~" Dazai put on Chuuya's jacket and fled the scene. Chuuya followed Dazai and they regrouped with ADA and PM. Strangely, they proceeded to interact as usual.

As if they didn't just fuck in the middle of a forest.

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