Warnings!
*way to fluffy for any normal person to handle!
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Dazai and Chuuya never broke up. They knew they should have, but they couldn't let each other go. It was selfish—they knew that. But they couldn't stop; they were addicted to one another. Hopeless romantics.
Without either of them realizing it, they had moved back in together. Neither said a word. Dazai's things just slowly returned to where they had been before he left their line of work. They slipped back into their old routine—wake up, cook, eat, go to work, come home, have dinner, and cuddle to sleep.
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"Chuuya! I'm home!" Dazai called out as he entered the living room of their shared apartment. Chuuya had texted him earlier that he'd gotten home first, which meant more time for Dazai to gush over how gorgeous his boyfriend was. God—maybe he'd be his fiancé soon. He just had to wait a couple more days.
"I'm in the kitchen, 'Samu!" the brunette heard. He'd heard that voice a million times, but it was always like magic to his ears. He knew he didn't deserve the man—but honestly, he was just glad the ginger was his. With a grin, he made his merry way to where his sexy-as-hell boyfriend was.
As he walked into the kitchen, there stood his soon-to-be fiancé. The brunette felt nervous, but he knew—for whatever godforsaken reason—that the man before him loved him. Dazai walked over and planted a kiss on the man's neck, smiling at the way Chuuya's breath hitched.
"What're you making?" he asked, eyeing the curry on the stove.
Chuuya sighed. "Use your eyes, dumbass. It's curry. Though you probably knew before even leaving the agency, you pig."
Dazai pouted. "Chuuya is so mean! I should just drop dead for that!"
The sentence didn't sit well with Chuuya, so Dazai was promptly sent off to shower—alone. How cruel.
By the time he had finished showering and re-bandaging himself, the curry was done. It smelled good—though he would've preferred crab. They sat comfortably in silence as they ate, aside from the occasional mini-rant Osamu went on about work. Still, it was one of those rare, peaceful moments between the two.
They usually stayed up late doing... various activities. But tonight, neither of them was in the mood, so they opted for a movie night instead. They settled on The Chronicles of Narnia. Eventually, they ended up tangled on top of each other in a position that looked incredibly uncomfortable, but somehow, it was perfect.
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The two lay in their usual spots on the bed, with Chuuya spooning Dazai—despite being much shorter. Somehow, it was comfortable for both of them. Dazai smiled to himself when he heard Chuuya's soft snores. Maybe—just maybe—living wasn't so bad. How hadn't he seen this before? Maybe they could even leave this city. Mori wouldn't stop them; the man wasn't stupid.
They drifted off together, blissful and content. Dazai was practically buzzing with excitement about the ring he had bought months ago—he could finally show Chuuya where that missing money from his paycheck had gone. God, he was excited.
The next day went the same as usual: wake up, whine about wanting to stay with Chuuya, eat, and head to work. But something felt off. This time, the simple fact that he wasn't watching over Chuuya was enough to make him uneasy. He knew the man could take care of himself—of course he could—but the gnawing feeling in his gut wouldn't go away. Still, he chose to ignore it and pretended everything was fine.
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Eventually, Dazai got a call from... Higuchi? Why would she call instead of Akutagawa? Still, he answered the phone.
"Hello?" Dazai said in his usual sing-song voice.
That tone quickly faded as Higuchi informed him of what was happening. Some miscalculation had occurred, and now Chuuya was using Corruption. According to Higuchi, an ability user had somehow forced Chuuya to activate his ability without him even realizing it. And to make things worse—they were far away.
Without a word, Dazai bolted out of the office. He didn't have a vehicle of his own—so what did he do? He stole one. Tires screeched as he sped through the streets of Yokohama toward the address Higuchi had given him. But by the time he arrived, Chuuya was already past his limit.
Still, Dazai ran to him, dropping to his knees and pulling him close. "Hey—hey, Chuuya! Baby, I'm here. I made it. Please, hold on... please." His voice cracked as he stared at Chuuya's face—usually strong, fierce, and beautiful—but now fragile in a way that tore at his soul.
Chuuya stirred weakly, whispering, "'Samu? Hey..."
Dazai froze. Normally, Chuuya pushed him away in front of others—they wanted their love to stay hidden—but now... now he just needed to feel safe. Dazai took a deep, shaky breath. "Hey, baby," he whispered back, voice thick with tears. "It's going to be okay. I promise. They'll be here any second to help you. You did so well."
By the time people arrived to get Chuuya, it was too late—everyone on that field who was still alive knew it. Yet Dazai acted as if everything were normal, not acknowledging the lifeless form of Chuuya cradled in his arms. Instead, he calmly instructed the men on how to tend to Chuuya's wounds, insisting that he would wake soon enough. He didn't even notice Higuchi sniffing quietly nearby as she made a call.
Soon enough, Kunikida, Atsushi, Ranpo, Yosano, and even the president arrived. For some odd reason, the bastard Mori was there too. Nobody had died—if they had, that wouldn't normally call for Mori's presence. So why were they here? Still, Dazai went about insisting they take better care of Chuuya's wounds, not registering Atsushi hesitantly inching closer with Kunikida by his side, both wearing sad expressions. Eventually, he was forced to leave.
Kunikida made sure Dazai stayed with him, and everyone else ensured he couldn't slip away. For some reason, Chuuya wasn't replying to his messages. Was he mad? Dazai had told him why he hadn't come home.
Soon enough, though, Dazai escaped. He went home—it was time for Chuuya to be home. Oh, how he hoped Chuuya had made crab; he really wanted crab right now.
He entered the house, calling out for his boyfriend. No reply. That was odd. He searched the house—Chuuya's things were there, minus the few items he'd taken for work the other day. He should be home by now. His wounds hadn't been fatal.
Frantically, he began calling various people at the port, trying to find out if anyone knew where his darling boyfriend was. He didn't care if people found out—everyone stayed silent, then hung up, even Akutagawa. Eventually, against his better judgment, he called Mori.
Mori's voice was cold and steady. "Chuuya has passed."
Dazai stayed silent, a lump forming in his throat as his eyes fell on the ring he'd grabbed while searching for Chuuya—to make sure Chuuya never saw it.
"...You're lying," Dazai whispered, cringing at his own voice. "You did something. You're hiding him." His voice cracked as it rose, "You're lying! I'll find him, you stupi—"
The call disconnected.
Oh god, how he wants to go home already.
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