~{𝕯𝕰𝖁𝕴𝕷𝕾 𝕿𝕽𝕬𝕲𝕰𝕯𝖄}~ Dazaixchuuya

10

About every week Mr. Akanae would just invite himself into Dazai's place to fuck him
And today was one of those day's.
He had just left a few hours ago.
And as per usual Dazai was hurled up in his blankets on the couch, since it felt too dirty to sleep on his bed.
Dazai didn't particularly like curling up in a state of self pity but he just
Felt so helpless and lonely.
He knew he could call the ada or cops at any moment and get Mr. Akanae arrested for
Rape and sexual assault, But would it even be considered rape?
If he let him do it? Of he didn't put any effort into stopping him? Like moving apartments
Or telling someone and asking for help, he thinks this to himself almost everyday
Maybe if he was brave enough, he wouldn't be here right now, maybe if he
Weren't so stupid, so utterly pathetic.
But then again, what would happen to chuuya?
Whenever he picked up his phone to dial 119..or to tell someone
He would remember Chuuya's screams and pleads for help..the way Chuuya sobs.
All because of him

Dazai groans in frustration, he hasn't seen the ginger in 3 years, yet he somehow managed
To get him tangled into this mess.

Dazai had decided to go get some groceries cuase he was running out,
not like he ate much of it.
Just an instant ramen cup 3-4 times a week.
He never felt like eating,
the thought of anything in his mouth
Just wanted to make him puke.

The brunette was walking through the streets of Yokohama looking like utter shit.
People staring here and there, but he didn't care if they could see the hickey's that lingered along his neck and jawline.
He was just drooping around,
when he bumped into someone.
"Oh, s-sorry I didn't mean t-to to bump into you. I'm-I'm sorry"
The brunette said slowly feeling nauseous all of a sudden
"Dazai?"
Dazai looked down a little shocked at hearing his name,
"Ch-chuuya!?"
The younger says flabbergasted
"You look like sh-"
Before chuuya could finish his sentence he was pulled into a tight embrace
"You-your ok"
Dazai stuttered out
"Yeah? Uh why wouldn't I be?"
The ginger asked confused
"You- don't remember?"
"Huh? Makerel are you ok?"
"Y-yeah I'm fine"
Dazai says pulling away from Chuuya checking his arms, legs and neck
"Th-thrre's so wounds? But that doesn't make sense!?"
Dazai mummbles to himself loud enough for chuuya to hear
"What the fuck!? Are you sick or something?"
Chuuya ask's raising his hand to Dazai's face to check his temperature
The brunette stiffens shutting his eye's tight getting ready for the feeling of nasty hands
Or a slap.
But he just feels a soft little press agains't his cheek then,his forehead then his, other cheek
"Gosh your burning, and you look pale as fuck, go home and rest dumbass you shouldn't be out in this condition"
Chuuya says his hand still resting on Dazai's cheek as he opens his eyes
"I-I'm fine chibi, don't worry yourself over me!"
The ginger scofts as Dazai pulls on a fake smile like always
"Hey- uh...can I get your number..if you do-"
"Your a real peice of shit you know that"
"Y-yeah I do chuuya"
And chuuya wasn't expecting that, guess people do change huh? But not dazai!?
He's not that type of person .
"What the fuck!?"
"What?"
Dazai ask's tilting his head innocently
"Your acting wierd, and I don't like it"
"I'm not acting g wierd"
And that was a lie, Dazai was currently trying to put together some things
With Mr. Akanae
"So, Do I get your phone number?"
Dazai asks trying to not think on the topic too much at the moment
"It's the same as it was before"
Chuuya say's his eye's slowly trailing down to all the hickey's
His heart aching thinking about Dazai having a partner, that isn't him.
Chuuya was about to walk off when a arm slowly rested on his sholder
"Wait Chuuya can I- can we...meet this Sunday?"
"Yeah sure, text me the address"
Chuuya says bluntly before walking off.