Dazai's POV
The atmosphere in the kitchen had shifted dramatically since Chuuya left. I stood at the stove, my heart heavy with confusion. I had wanted to reassure him, to tell him that I was fine, but the truth was far more complicated. Fyodor had filled my head with words of comfort, but they only masked the turmoil beneath the surface.
"Dazai," Fyodor's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me from my spiraling mind. "How is it coming along?"
"It's almost done," I replied mechanically, stirring the pot as I focused on the task at hand. But even as I spoke, I felt the weight of his gaze on me, suffocating yet strangely comforting.
Fyodor stepped closer, his presence wrapping around me like a warm blanket. "You know, Chuuya cares for you deeply," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "But sometimes, those who care the most can be a hindrance to our growth."
"I know," I murmured, staring at the bubbling contents of the pot. "But I don't want to lose him."
"You won't lose him," Fyodor assured me, his voice smooth as silk. "He'll always be there, but it's up to you to embrace your new reality."
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Bound by Obsession
FanfictionIn the midst of a rising war between the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, and the Decay of Angels, Dazai Osamu is kidnapped by Fyodor Dostoevsky, reigniting an old, twisted connection between them. As Fyodor's obsession with Dazai deepens, Ch...
