Title: "Dance of Shadows"
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Chuuya sighed as he entered the dimly lit bar, his eyes immediately scanning the room for any sign of trouble. Dazai was supposed to meet him here for their usual drink, but as usual, he was late.
He took a seat at their usual table in the corner, ordering a whiskey and nursing it as he waited. Despite his irritation at Dazai's perpetual tardiness, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation whenever they met like this. There was something about Dazai that both infuriated and fascinated him in equal measure.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Chuuya spotted Dazai sauntering into the bar with his usual nonchalant grin. The sight of Dazai never failed to stir something within Chuuya – a mixture of annoyance and an undeniable attraction.
"Chibi, sorry I'm late," Dazai said with a playful tilt of his head, sliding into the seat opposite Chuuya. "You know how it is, couldn't resist chasing after a case."
Chuuya scoffed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're hopeless, Dazai. Always chasing after danger."
Dazai shrugged, leaning back in his chair lazily. "But I always manage to make it back to you, don't I?"
Chuuya rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. He hated how effortlessly Dazai could fluster him with just a few words.
As they bantered back and forth, Chuuya found himself studying Dazai – the way his hair fell across his forehead, the mischievous glint in his eyes, the way his fingers tapped idly on the table. Despite their constant bickering, Chuuya couldn't deny that there was a strange kind of chemistry between them.
Their conversation drifted from work to more personal topics, and Chuuya found himself opening up in a way he rarely did with anyone else. Dazai listened intently, his usual facade of indifference slipping slightly to reveal genuine interest.
Before Chuuya knew it, the night had grown late, and they were the last customers left in the bar. The bartender gave them a knowing smile as he began to close up, leaving Chuuya and Dazai alone in the quiet darkness.
"Dance with me," Dazai suddenly said, his voice soft yet oddly earnest.
Chuuya blinked in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. "What?"
"Dance with me, Chibi," Dazai repeated, standing up and extending his hand towards Chuuya.
For a moment, Chuuya hesitated, unsure of what Dazai's intentions were. But something in Dazai's eyes – a vulnerability he rarely showed – urged Chuuya to take his hand.
They moved together in the dim light, a silent understanding passing between them. Chuuya rested his head against Dazai's shoulder, feeling Dazai's arms wrap around him protectively. There was no need for words; in that moment, they spoke a language only they understood.
As they swayed gently to the faint music playing in the background, Chuuya felt a sense of peace wash over him. For once, he allowed himself to forget about their dangerous lives, about their constant battles and rivalry.
In Dazai's embrace, Chuuya found a temporary sanctuary, a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos of their world.
And as the night drew to a close, Chuuya reluctantly pulled away from Dazai, their fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"Until next time, Dazai," Chuuya murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dazai smiled softly, his gaze unwavering. "Until next time, Chuuya."
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Author: I'm new to this ;)
