𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢. 𝘯

𝘼𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂?! ; 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

you were confused.

extremely confused.

you desperately wanted to get out of this town.

the conflict between dazai and chuuya is too much to handle at this point. who are you supposed to believe anymore?

they both say they love you.

they both tell you stories, some of them the same. most of them different. so who the fuck were you supposed to believe?

dazai is so good with words. so, so good. but the way chuuya was last night.. the way he was so loving. so passionate. actions speak louder than words. always.

"i'll stay," you whisper, letting out a soft sigh as your heart pounds in your chest. his eyes light up, his tears stop, and his eyes relax. "on one condition." and then, they widen again.

"i want to leave the city for a month. try to remember everything,"

his heart drops, you can tell. you can hear his raspy breath, his pain radiating in his eyes. "bring me with you." is all he says.

you nod, swallowing a lump in your throat. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come." your body relaxes, as you look back out the window. "where should we go?"

"i don't care," he immediately says, zero hesitation present in his voice. "i don't care where i am, as long as i'm with you."

your cheeks go crimson. you can't help but smile. "let's find an apartment. get normal jobs for a month or two, and then we can come home."

he nods eagerly, once, twice, his hands gripping yours. "i can do that. i'll find us an apartment." he whispers, "just as long as you don't leave me."

"don't worry about pricing," he says, scrolling through apartments on his laptop, his back against the headboard as you lay beside him on your phone.

"what did you find?" you ask, placing your phone down as you peek at his laptop.

a gorgeous one bedroom loft, right in the heart of tokyo. "that's nice," you say, a smile on your lips. "how much does it cost? an arm and a leg? your first born child? your soul?"

"shut up," he says, a little smile on his lips as he rolls his eyes. "i said don't worry about the pricing, didn't i?"

sure, chuuya could afford a million dollar mansion, but you didn't want to make him spend a whole lot, especially if he was going to be off from the mafia.

"i know, i know." you sigh, picking your phone back up, continuing to scroll through it. "i just don't want you spending a fortune."

"don't worry about it. i want us to go somewhere nice. this place is nice. right in the middle of tokyo, plus it's got soundproof walls."

your brows furrow, a perplexed expression written on your face. "what does soundproofed walls have to do with anything?"

he smiles, a brow raised, looking you right in the eyes. "i can fuck you as hard as i want to without worrying about the neighbours hearing you."

he says it so nonchalantly, but you can tell by the way he's looking at you, he knows exactly what he just did. he finds it hot, knowing he can say whatever he wants, and you'll just turn into putty in his hands.

he's watching you go through every emotion imaginable, before slowly closing his laptop, and setting it on his bedside table, slowly moving overtop of you with a smile on his face. he pins you underneath him, his hands holding your wrists in place, his legs on either side of you, his hair lightly tickling your face. he can see the way your chest is rising and falling quickly. you're nervous. he's making you nervous.