The soft beeping of the monitor was the only sound to be heard in the white room.
Dazai sat on a chair beside the bed, expression sullen, hand holding the patient's.
"Please wake up, Chuuya," he whispered, tears brimming, spilling down his pale cheeks, soaking his bandages.
The slumbering ginger didn't move. The only thing indicating the girl was alive was the rise and fall of her chest.
The brunette gave her hand one last squeeze. The moment he was about to get up, his hand was squeezed lightly.
Chestnut orb widened, body whirling around to face the redhead.
Beautiful sapphire eyes slid open.
"Chuu-chan!" Dazai grinned, quickly wiping away his tears, "you're finally awake! I thought you'd be sleeping beauty for a moment there. Knew you'd make it after that blow~"
The young mafia executive blinked, taking note of the lack of a reaction.
"Chuu-chan?" His lips twisted into a smug grin, "have you already fallen for my good looks? I know I'm handsome and . . ."
The bandaged teen trailed off as the gravity manipulator blinked owlishly at him, confusion riddling her face.
"Chuuya?"
Her brows knitted, lips parted to speak:
"Who are you?"
Three words.
Three words were all it took to make Dazai's heart plummet.
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I'm sorry. *bows*
It's my first angst too.
There wasn't any room to write it much, but this one shot takes place back when Dazai was in the Port Mafia. Maybe around 15 or 16? I never called him an executive so he's probably 15 or below. I know Dazai became an executive at some point when he was fifteen.
I also went back to all my other chapters and fixed the grammar mistakes.
I'll see you all next time! XD
Have a great day! ✨😋✨
-Artistic.Stray.Cat
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Bandaged Orange - Oneshots
Fanfiction"I don't want your fucking apology, bastard!" "Oh? Was that an invitation?" A collection of oneshots revolving around the Soukoku pair. •*(Dazaixfem!Chuuya)*• Mainly based on prompts and fanarts~ >>Ratings may go up.<< [REQUESTS are OPEN] ╰( ･ ᗜ ･...
