Soukoku onshorts

unsolved part 1

In the dimly lit ADA office, the atmosphere was tense as Chuuya Nakahara, the fiery executive of the Port Mafia, stepped through the door. Dressed in his signature trench coat and fedora, he scanned the room, his mismatched eyes narrowing as they locked onto Osamu Dazai, who was lounging casually by the window.

"Dazai," Chuuya growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down the spines of those present.

Dazai looked up from the book he was reading, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, if it isn't the former partner in crime. What brings you to our humble abode, Chuuya?"

Chuuya approached, fists clenched at his sides. "Don't play dumb, Dazai. We need to talk."

The room seemed to shrink as the tension escalated. Akutagawa and Atsushi exchanged nervous glances, anticipating the storm that was about to unfold.

Chuuya stopped in front of Dazai, their eyes locked in a silent battle. "Three years, Dazai. Three damn years since we went our separate ways. And in all that time, not a single word from you."

Dazai sighed dramatically. "Ah, Chuuya, my dear partner, you know how I detest sentimental reunions. But I suppose we can make an exception for old times' sake."

Chuuya's patience was wearing thin, but he pressed on. "Cut the crap, Dazai. We both know there's more to it than that."

Dazai leaned in, his breath tickling Chuuya's ear. "Maybe I missed you, Chuuya. Maybe I regretted leaving. Or maybe," he added with a smirk, "I just wanted to see if you'd still look as stunning as ever."

Chuuya's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You insufferable—"

But before he could finish his sentence, the office door swung open, revealing none other than the chief of the ADA, Ranpo Edogawa, wearing his signature detective hat.

"Ah, what a delightful reunion!" Ranpo exclaimed, grinning mischievously. "But I must interrupt. I have a mystery for you two to solve."

Chuuya and Dazai exchanged puzzled glances. "A mystery?" they echoed in unison.

Ranpo nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "Yes, the mystery of why you two idiots haven't confessed your feelings for each other after all this time!"

The room fell silent as the weight of Ranpo's words settled in. Chuuya and Dazai stared at each other, the realization sinking in.

"Confess? Feelings?" Chuuya stammered.

Dazai chuckled nervously. "Well, this is certainly unexpected."

Ranpo clapped his hands. "Now, go on, lovebirds! Solve this mystery once and for all!"

And so, in the most unexpected of settings, Chuuya and Dazai found themselves navigating the twists and turns of their own emotions, unraveling a mystery that had been hidden beneath the surface for far too long.

Chuuya and Dazai stood there, the room now echoing with the lingering words of Ranpo's unexpected revelation. The tension in the air was palpable as they exchanged hesitant glances.

Finally, Chuuya took a deep breath and spoke, his voice more vulnerable than anyone in the room had ever heard. "Dazai, you bastard. Three years ago, you left without a word, and I thought maybe it was for the best. But damn it, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop... missing you."

Dazai's usual mask of indifference cracked, revealing a flicker of surprise and something deeper. He took a step closer to Chuuya, his gaze unwavering. "Chuuya, my lovely partner in crime, you're the one person who can keep up with me, who can challenge me. I left because I thought it would be easier for both of us, but every day without you felt like a punishment."

Chuuya's heart raced, his eyes reflecting a mixture of anger and longing. "So, what, Dazai? You regret leaving?"

Dazai's gaze softened, and for a moment, the walls he had carefully built crumbled. "Regret doesn't even begin to cover it. I was a fool, Chuuya. I thought I could escape the pain, but all I did was create more of it."

A heavy silence filled the room as the truth hung in the air. It was then that Chuuya noticed the subtle shift in Dazai's expression, a vulnerability he had never witnessed before.

"Dazai, you idiot," Chuuya muttered, his voice a mixture of frustration and affection. "You better not think a confession like that will magically fix everything."

Dazai's lips curled into a small, genuine smile. "I wouldn't dream of it, Chuuya. But maybe... just maybe, we can figure this out together."

The two stood in the ADA office, the weight of unspoken words finally lifted. The tension had transformed into a fragile, hopeful understanding. As they navigated the complexities of their feelings, a new chapter unfolded—one where Chuuya and Dazai faced the mysteries of love and partnership side by side, ready to embrace the unexpected twists that lay ahead.