The drug in me is you

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Many times Dazai tried to flirt with Chuuya. Many times Chuuya pushed him. He knew that even if he was trying to tell him no, it's obvious that those feelings are not one-sided. He knows, he likes him, so why is chuuya trying to keep this feeling a secret when he's not subtile at all.

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When they were both in their office, working one next to the other, Dazai looks at the wall too lazy to work on the report for whatever mission they did it's been a week and less.

"You know if you don't do your work, Mori would kill you, right?" Said the ginger while writing his report.

"Yes...And I genuinely don't care. I'm too tired for this." Taking a pencil, he started doing morse code, or whatever sounds that was annoying to Chuuya ears. He didn't care, this was better than writing a boring report.

"Oh lord. You're so fucking annoying. Anyways. I'm done. Good luck with your unfinished report, Bozo."

Chuuya gets up and go to his bedroom under the ground of the port mafia building ('cause I've decided so).

In his room, this time, he decided to take off his hat and wear something more comfortable. While taking off his chemise, he looks at himself in the miroir.

"Only one year and I can get rid of those.." he said with a frown, hating how his boobs are growing more as the months pass. Even if they weren't that big, it's still annoying.

He can't look at his body without thinking of how much he doesn't feel like a boy.

He knows he is one, just in the wrong body. Why does it has to be like this?

Why does he have to be born in this body?

He sighs, trying to not think about this and wearing a baggy t-shirt ready to relax while reading for hours as always.

"So that's why you don't want to be with me?"

Chuuya freeze. His blood start rushing so fast. What is happening, why is he there. He looks at the floor hoping this was just a bad joke. He just imagined Dazai voice and if he turns around, nobody would be there.

Step by step, Dazai approaches him.

"It's not because you don't like me, it's because of this body of yours-"

"Get out..." said the seventeen years old boy,in a rather calm way. Dazai never heard him like this before. He could almost say that it scared him.

"Why you didn't tell-" his sentence is stopped by Chuuya pushing him.

"What do you not understand in "get out"! Get the fuck out! WHO told you to enter in my room! Fucking get out!"

Dazai tried to say something and even without any ability, Chuuya is way stronger than him. This done, he pushed the brunette out of his room without any problem but a weird feeling in his chest.

Dazai out, he starts turning around taking his stuff and throwing it a the ground.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. He's going to say it. Fuck. Especially with that loud mouth he got. Fuck. Why didn't I just put a fucking locker on this goddamn door?

Chuuya hit the wall then slowly let himself fall on his bed.

Hours pass, it's now the midnight and Chuuya can't stop overthinking. He's asking himself if Dazai already said it to Mori.

Of course, the problem won't be because he got a...Girl body- there's no sexism here, that said, he lied.

Lying in the port mafia was the worst thing he could've done. He didn't told anyone about his body or any other informations that can gives an idea that he's not what people think.

"Knock knock"

Chuuya slowly raise his head looking at the door. He stay speechless too scared to see what's behind that door.

"Chib- Chuuya...It's me.." the ginger could hear a sigh escaping the older one lips.

Chuuya moved forward, standing in front of the door slowly touching the door handle.

"The hell you want...?"

"Just open the door, please- I won't leave t'ill you op-"

He opens the door.

Chuuya looks at him terrified. Even if he tries to confront him eyes to eyes. We can see a certain fear in those ocean blue eyes. Dazai noticed it. Of course he will, he knows Chuuya.

"Listen, Chuuya. I'm here to tell you, I didn't say it to anyone ok."

Weirdly, a certain weight in his chest disappear.

"Also, you didn't have to react like this, you know I would never judge you-"

"We don't know." Commented the ginger. "I could've put my trust in you and you will betray me without any shame. We never know ok and don't ever broke into my room like this and- and-" Chuuya was ready to scream, feeling his anger slowly changed into tears.

He felt so relieved that it brings him tears.

The tallest take the boy in his arms for a hug.

"How emotional." Chuckles the brunette.

"Shut...up..." complain the red head while squeezing his partner shirt.

After a good probably five minutes of tears and hug, which was pretty new of the double black duo.

Dazai back off and close the door with his foot by behind.

"Annnnnnnd soooo..."

"So-?"

"You didn't want to be with me because of this issue or-"

"Shut up! If I say yes, would you fucking leave me asshole??"

"Of course-"

"Thank go-"

"Not. I would leave you, till you say yes. And so technically, I will never leave you if you say yes." Said the boy with a smirk slowly approaching the red head.

Chuuya rolls his eyes and sigh by finally nodding as an answer.

"That's not an answer...Come on Chibi..."

"But- you- does it, really, not bother you?"

"Your height? I'll learn to lean down to kiss you."

"Shut up! You know what I mean!"

"You know I was joking, hehe.. Of course it doesn't bother me, love."

(Probably not) The end