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Welcome to the last update of today ^-^!
Make sure that you didn't skip the previous two chapters >~<!
I'm not so good at slow burn, but I'm trying lol!
There is no need for the chapter, but I will give my usual warning!
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Chapter song: Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros. If you want, you can listen the song!
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Over the following weeks, their bond continued to strengthen as they spent more time together, sharing meals, going on outings, and even collaborating on a few art projects.
Dazai's curiosity about Chuuya's drawings only deepened with time. They would often spend hours discussing different techniques, styles, and artists that inspired Chuuya. Dazai found himself learning more about the art world than he ever thought he would, and he relished every moment of it.
One rainy afternoon, as they sat by the window with cups of hot chocolate, Chuuya brought out a new sketchbook he had been working on secretly. "I wanted to show you something," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Dazai leaned in eagerly, his eyes widening as Chuuya revealed a series of sketches depicting their shared experiences since they started spending more time together. There were drawings of Dazai on the swings, walking through the park, and even a humorous doodle of him attempting to draw a stick figure.
"These are incredible!" Dazai exclaimed, genuinely touched by Chuuya's gesture. "You captured everything so perfectly."
Chuuya shrugged, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "It's just something I do to remember moments that matter to me."
"Well, I'm honored to be a part of your artwork," Dazai replied with a smile.
His smile was genuine, reflecting the warmth he felt in that moment. The rain pattered against the window, creating a cozy ambiance in the room. Chuuya's sketchbook held a treasure trove of memories, each stroke of the pencil a testament to their growing bond.
Chuuya grinned back, his usually reserved demeanor softening. "I'm glad you like them," he said, a hint of bashfulness in his tone.
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As the rain continued to drum against the windowpane, Chuuya and Dazai decided to embark on a spontaneous adventure. They grabbed their raincoats and dashed out into the wet streets, their laughter mingling with the sound of raindrops.
Their first stop was a quaint bookstore tucked away in a corner of the city.
The bookstore was sanctuary of stories, with shelves filled to the brim with books of all genres. Chuuya and Dazai wandered through the aisles, their footsteps muffled by the patter of rain outside. Dazai gravitated towards the mystery section, while Chuuya found himself drawn to the art books.
"This place is amazing," Dazai remarked, flipping through the pages of a detective novel. "Do you like mystery stories, Chuuya?"
Chuuya nodded, his eyes scanning the colorful covers of the art books. "I do, but I prefer stories that more about human emotions and relationships."
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Nothing Is Impossible || Soukoku
FanfictionStarted: April 23, 2023 Finished: They didn't care what the others said about them. Because they had already fallen in love with each other. Will they be able to face with the destiny together and stay together through all the hardships.
