Idiot
He cursed himself once
Fool
And twice
Fucking dumbass!
And three times.
Dazai hated himself, if only he'd kept Chuuya with him, if only he hadn't...
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Dazai sat there, on the cold metal chair next to the hospital bed. Waiting, waiting for him to wake up
It had been 3 weeks.
The doctors were saying that it seemed he was making a recovery, but somehow Dazai couldn't trust that. No, he still seemed lifeless and empty, like a doll. He reached his hand over and cupped the other male's cheek, smiling softly before pecking his lips, not noticing how the ginger's eyes opened ever so slightly,
Or how a smile was growing on his lips.
But what Dazai did notice, however, was an arm snaking round his back weakly and pulling him into a hug.
"Chuuya?"
"I love you, idiot..."
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Little Problems •{Soukoku}•
FanfictionOnce close friends and partners in crime, now sworn enemies and threats- Nakahara Chuuya and Osamu Dazai fight for their own teams. Although the tables are quickly turned when the Port Mafia send Chuuya to spy on the enemy team, the Armed Detective...
