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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"I have a fascination of you, (Y/N)." Dazai admitted on the dance floor, holding your hand even tighter than before. "I mean it."
"Is that what you tell all the women you want to jump off a building with?" You asked sarcastically. The pace of the music picked up, both you and Dazai's steps syncing up.
He sighed defeated, "No, just you. But if I was asking, will you do me the honor?"
His smug smile had you almost smitten—making you want to say yes. His facial features looked perfect in the dim lighting of candles. Dazai's hair looked so soft you nearly lost conscious of your own actions and reached out to touch it, but you fought it. You had priorities and responsibilities. As much as you would like to quit this horrid life, you wouldn't do it with an idiot like Osamu Dazai.
"Not in a million years."
"So, you're saying there's a still a chance?" He said. All you did was roll your eyes in response. Dazai had started to take control of the dance, leading you to the outer layer of dancers: closer to the exit. He spun you once more, pulling you back into his chest. This time, he held you closer than he ever had before, his surprisingly strong arms keeping your figure in place.
Chuuya watched you intensely, gripping his wine glass for the life of him. His foot tapped against the dark tile hastily, wanting the dance to end faster than ever. He wondered what the two of you were talking about, possibly the weather? (Or so he would like).
Dazai made eye contact with Chuuya, he could feel the red-heads eyes boring into his skull. Dazai took this opportunity to shoot Chuuya a smile, only for his hands to travel to your lower back. You hadn't noticed the boys silent dispute over you—you were too focused on the music.
The brunette maintained eye contact with Chuuya, who was about ready to hop out of his seat and snatch you from Dazai. Dazai leaned his head to hang just above your shoulder, his lips in line with your neck. You could feel the hotness of his breath against your skin, his wet lips making contact with your neck. You took a moment to indulge, you needed to pull away—but no, you didn't want to pull away from the light butterfly kisses.
Chuuya envied the bastard. That should've been him, he should've been the one to hold and swoon you. After all, he wasn't the enemy. He wasn't Dazai: the man who had no right to be labeled as human, as his character is villain in everyone's story.
As the song was coming to an end, Dazai slithered one hand on your hip and another to intertwine with your fingers. In a swift motion, he dipped you, almost allowing your body to hit the floor. He tilted his physique to lean into yours, inching his face closer.
