Angsty bsd short stories. (Majority is not all.)

Idiot.

Chuuya and Dazai had always been an odd pair, their personalities clashing in a way that only fueled their mutual attraction. For years, they had danced around each other, their flirtations and arguments a constant source of entertainment for their colleagues in the Port Mafia. But beneath the banter and teasing, there was a deeper, more complex relationship that neither of them could quite define.

It was a warm summer evening, and Chuuya and Dazai found themselves alone on the rooftop of the Port Mafia headquarters. They had been sent on a mission together, but it had ended in disaster, leaving them both wounded and shaken. As they sat there, watching the sunset, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, a feeling that something was about to change between them.

"Dazai, why did you do it?" Chuuya asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dazai looked up from his spot on the rooftop, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Do what, Chuuya?"

Chuuya felt a pang of frustration at Dazai's nonchalant attitude, his inability to take anything seriously. "You know what I'm talking about. Why did you risk your life to save mine?"

Dazai shrugged, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. "I couldn't let you die, Chuuya. You're too much fun to play with."

Chuuya's anger flared at Dazai's words, his fists clenching in frustration. "Stop treating everything like a game, Dazai. This isn't a joke."

Dazai's expression softened, his eyes studying Chuuya's face with a tenderness that made Chuuya's heart skip a beat. "I know, Chuuya. I'm sorry. I just...I don't know how to express how much you mean to me."

Chuuya felt a surge of emotion at Dazai's words, a sense of longing that he had never allowed himself to acknowledge. "Dazai, what are we doing? What is this between us?"

Dazai hesitated, his eyes searching Chuuya's face for a moment before he spoke. "I don't know, Chuuya. I've never been good at defining things like this. But I know that I care about you, that I need you in my life."

Chuuya felt a weight lift off his shoulders at Dazai's admission, a sense of relief that he wasn't alone in his feelings. "I care about you too, Dazai. More than I should."

Dazai reached out and took Chuuya's hand, his touch gentle and comforting. "We'll figure it out, Chuuya. Together. We can make this work."

Chuuya leaned into Dazai's touch, his heart racing with the knowledge that they were on the brink of something new and dangerous. "I want that, Dazai. I want us to be together."

And with those words, they sealed their fate, their lives intertwined in a way that would never be the same.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of emotion, as Chuuya and Dazai navigated the uncharted waters of their relationship. They were both headstrong and stubborn, their arguments and disagreements fueling their passion in equal measure. But beneath the surface, there was a deep love and devotion that neither of them could deny.

It was a rainy night, and Chuuya and Dazai found themselves huddled together in a small alleyway, seeking shelter from the storm. As they stood there, their bodies pressed together, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, a feeling that he had never experienced before.