As their new romantic understanding continued blossoming in private glimpses, Dazai and Chuuya maintained focus on duties as ever. Their partnership remained the Port Mafia's most productive asset.
After one grueling mission, Dazai noticed Chuuya nursing bruised ribs alone. With caring hands and herbal salve, he tended the wounds in utter quiet. Days of trust allowed Chuuya to accept this comfort openly, where once he'd have refused.
Their gazes lingered as Dazai worked, conveying all the intimacy words could not. Kissing Chuuya's knuckles softly in parting, Dazai left him to rest, assured of steadfast support.
On quieter nights, they explored each other gradually - learning what drew forth sighs or brought solace. Chuuya showed surprising skill coaxing Dazai from haunted places with nimble touch. Bonds of body and soul wove ever stronger.
Through it all, duty never faltered. If anything, their effectiveness doubled as understanding deepened. Colleagues took note of the partners' flawless tandem, but the reality stayed theirs alone.
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Demon Progidy's errand
FanfictionIt's a short fanfiction about Dazai wanting to speak Mori, but the secretary made a mistake... (Chapter 1 and 2) I'll also add bonus chapters, because I want to write something longer. It will also turn into a Soukoku fanfiction at some point (all t...
