And Dazai will always leave.

Dazai was a storm, he wrecked Chuuya's life, tore down his walls, opened all the doors to his heart and then dissipated into nothing. It wasn’t truly ruining his life though. Dazai had tormented Chuuya ever since they met, yet Chuuya can't find it in himself to truly celebrate his now former partner’s absence.

Lying to the mafia members around him was easy, they believed him with only a few false statements. They all think he hates Dazai; he hates the insults, the constant arguments, suicidal tendencies but Chuuya knew that all that was simply just Dazai. The red-headed executive found himself enjoying the arguments, enjoying the insults. He, of course, hates the taller males love for suicide, nothing would change that.

Almost everyone in the Port Mafia fell for Chuuya's denial, but of course, Kouyou had seen through it. She knew that he and Dazai had more than Chuuya would admit to anyone. This did not mean she approved of their relationship, she had several chats with Dazai in order to be sure that the bandaged teen wouldn’t break Chuuya's heart.

But now Dazai was gone.

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16 years old

Peach blossoms filter from the trees around Chuuya, in the soft lighting of an April sunset. The redhead looked like an angel. Pink flowers tangle in brown locks as Dazai steps forward to join the older male underneath the gorgeous tree.

“Oi Dazai, why did you call me to a place like this at this time of night?“ Chuuya impatiently questions as he sends a vicious glare towards his partner. “Does the little chibi have anything better to do? “ Dazai teases in reply, pulling a petal off the top of Chuuya’s hat. “Just tell me why you called me here so we can both be on our ways, I don't have the patience currently to deal with your shit, you waste of bandages.” Chuuya snaps, slapping Dazai’s hand away and turning his head away.

“Did you know that the peach blossoms look even more beautiful when they have someone as lovely as you to compliment.” Dazai's speaks softly, gently smiling as he notices a blush on Chuuya’s cheeks. He places his hand over the shorter teen’s jaw, pulling Chuuya’s face towards his own. The brunette watches the cute flustered expression on his crush's face, Dazai could already tell that Chuuya doesn’t understand.

“What do you mean Dazai, if you’re messing around stop. I'm not going to commit suicide with you, you idiot.” Chuuya bites, but the sharpness was lost in his lobster-red blush. Dazai had simply smiled and leaned down so their lips were only centimetres apart. “You're so small and cute. Why would I possibly joke about that Chu.” He then added in a soft whisper; “It’s pretty obvious that I like you Chuuya.” Before he leaned down and sealed their lips together, taking Chuuya’s first kiss.

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17 years old

“Chibi is so mean!” The brown-haired executive complains loudly, clinging his arms around Chuuya’s shoulders. “Shut up you overgrown octopus, this is for your own good” Chuuya barks back at the younger of the two, tugging his boyfriend’s arms off of him so that they could eat the dinner that he had prepared. “I don't wanna eat vegetables. They're so yuck, give me crab. Chuuya is trying to poison me with a toxin which doesn’t kill!” Dazai preaches as he tries to get away from his seat, hoping to retreat to their shared bedroom.

“You already had crab, if you want crab for dinner; don’t eat that disgusting canned shit. Eat your fucking vegetables or I swear I will not kiss you for the rest of this week!” Chuuya screeches, slamming his hands onto the table for added effect. “But its Tuesday which means 6 days without kisses, how would I survive Chuuya, don't do this to-” Chuuya decides to interrupt him by shoving a piece of broccoli into his mouth. Dazai glares at the redhead but gives in and continues eating the greens.

“I cook for you and you still complain about vegetables. Have you seen how unhealthily thin you are, eat more.-” Chuuya continues ranting but Dazai had zoned out. “Chibi is such a housewife. Wait, Chuuya are you my wife? “ Dazai ridicules with a serious tone, interrupting his lover. “Huh, do you want to repeat that. Maybe I should make you more healthy food, less crab. See how you like that, you damn piece of shit.” Chuuya snaps, seething in anger.

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18 years old

The arcade was alive with the gentle atmosphere of one of the most feared duos in Yokohama’s date. They were brightening the room with giggles as they dance on the ‘dance dance revolution’ machine. Their faces are coated with wide smiles, Dazai kept messing up with the movements as his eyes kept getting distracted by his boyfriends fluid movements.

“No fair, Chuuya is far too pretty to be allowed to dance.” Dazai protests, wrapping his arms around Chuuya in a badly hidden attempt to touch the flexible body. The bandaged teen grins as he nibbles on his lover's neck, waiting for a moment before he begins to devour Chuuya’s mouth in a searing kiss. Chuuya quickly pushes Dazai away, glaring at him. While he wishes for Dazai to let him continue the date without getting them kicked out.

They decide to move onto a two-player fighting game. “I swear shitty mackerel, if you are trying to die on purpose I will make you suffer a painful death.” Chuuya threatens as Dazai’s character gets hit by yet another easy to dodge attack.
“Why would I try to die when the tiny Chuuchuu is all I need to make living alright?” Dazai asks mockingly. Chuuya’s hands' movements stop, he lifts his head to watch his boyfriends face for any sign of truth. It was there. He smiles, before a ‘Game Over’ on his screen catches his eye.

“Asshole, you made me stop playing so that you would win! This doesn’t count!”
“It does count chibi, I now get to dare you. What shall I do with you?”

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Even though Dazai had promised his life to Chuuya; in the end, he still leaves without a word.

Chuuya cries while chugging down a full bottle of Pétrus, he had been saving it for his and Dazai’s next anniversary. His sobs became more frequent realizing that they won’t have another day together. Dazai left, Dazai ran away from the Port Mafia. He was probably killing himself as Chuuya cries. He undoubtedly doesn’t even care for the broken heart placed in his now former partner’s chest.

Chuuya’s apartment feels too big for him. Everywhere he looks he remembers Dazai; pictures hung on the wall, clothing in his closet, canned crab in the pantry and even more memories scattered around. He thinks about throwing everything Dazai once owned off the balcony but then his hopes for Dazai to come back and invade him.

The Mafia headquarters feels empty, nobody is following him around and annoying him. Missions feel dull and boring, nobody to yell at for not doing what they should. Days off now leave him wandering aimlessly through the markets.

Chuuya should be getting over him but he can’t.

He was in love with Dazai.

And Dazai had left.