Hiii I'm back! Thank you guys so much for so many reads! , I feel like I haven't been given you guys enough ships and drama so I thought why not make a Dazai x chuuya story today! I hope guys enjoy it and once again thank you guys so much!
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In the quiet aftermath of yet another mission gone wrong, Chuuya is left grappling with the loss of what once was between him and Dazai. Love isn’t always enough to hold two broken people together, and sometimes, letting go is the hardest thing of all.
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The bar was dimly lit, the soft hum of a jazz record filling the silence. Chuuya sat at the counter, his gloved fingers tracing the rim of an empty glass.
“You’re quiet tonight,” the bartender commented, his voice carefully neutral.
“Just tired,” Chuuya muttered, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid in his glass.
Tired was an understatement. Exhausted, maybe. Drained. Broken.
The door creaked open behind him, and Chuuya didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
“Chuuya,” Dazai’s voice was as smooth and infuriating as ever, but tonight, it lacked its usual edge.
Chuuya didn’t respond, downing the rest of his drink instead.
Dazai slid onto the stool beside him. “I didn’t think you’d come here.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air.
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“You’ve been avoiding me,” Dazai said after a long silence, his tone devoid of its usual playfulness.
Chuuya laughed bitterly. “Avoiding you? That’s rich coming from the guy who walked out without a word.”
“That’s not fair,” Dazai murmured, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
“Fair?” Chuuya slammed his glass down, the sound echoing in the quiet bar. “You don’t get to talk about fair, Dazai. Not after everything.”
Dazai’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I had my reasons.”
“Of course you did,” Chuuya snapped, his voice shaking with anger. “You always have your reasons, and they’re always more important than anyone else. Than me.”
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“Do you ever think about it?” Chuuya asked suddenly, his voice softer now, almost fragile.
“Think about what?” Dazai asked, though he already knew the answer.
“Us,” Chuuya said, staring into his empty glass. “What we could’ve been if you hadn’t left.”
Dazai didn’t answer immediately. He turned his gaze to the bar’s dimly lit window, his reflection staring back at him like a ghost.
“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But thinking about it doesn’t change anything.”
Chuuya’s laugh was hollow. “No, I guess it doesn’t.”
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“I loved you, you know,” Chuuya said quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Dazai’s breath hitched, his hands tightening around his glass. “Chuuya…”
“I still love you,” Chuuya continued, his voice trembling. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ll always put your plans, your schemes, your mission above everything else. Above me.”
Dazai looked at him then, his eyes filled with something Chuuya couldn’t quite place—regret? Pain? Guilt?
“I never meant to hurt you,” Dazai said softly.
“But you did,” Chuuya replied, his voice breaking.
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The two of them left the bar together, walking side by side in silence. The cold night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar, but neither of them seemed to notice.
When they reached the bridge overlooking the city, Chuuya stopped.
“This is where we part ways, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dazai turned to him, his expression unreadable. “It doesn’t have to be.”
“But it does,” Chuuya said firmly, though his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You and I… we’re too different. You’re always running, and I’m tired of chasing you.”
Dazai didn’t argue. He simply nodded, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets.
Chuuya took a shaky breath. “Goodbye, Dazai.”
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Dazai alone on the bridge.
Dazai stayed there for a long time, staring out at the city lights, his heart heavier than it had ever been.
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Weeks passed, and life went on. Chuuya threw himself into his work, determined to bury the pain in something productive.
Dazai, too, continued his endless game, though his victories felt hollow now.
They saw each other occasionally, exchanging polite nods and forced smiles, but the bond they once shared was gone.
And yet, on quiet nights, when the world was still and the weight of their choices pressed down on them, both of them found themselves thinking of the other.
Wondering.
Regretting.
But never turning back.
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I hope you guys enjoy these chapter I don't really like this chapter for some reason 😭 but I be back with some chat fic soon! But u guys enjoy and ily guys and see you tomorrow! Byeee
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