it was a rainy day , and i had to sit with my colleagues for some boring meeting thing which just consisted of ranpo whining about jobs , hiding his snacks , and kenji asking questions , while kunikida just continued to drone on and on and on .
honestly , i couldn't remember all that much from that meeting . my mind just drifted to the thoughts of chuuya nakahara . he was violent , but he was perfected . his hair was beautiful , for a start . it would look a lot better without that stupid hat he always seemed to wear . i took it off him and held it above my head to tease him , and he was not happy with me for it .
his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue . like the ocean . i loved them a lot , and i wish that i could just stare into them for eternity . just like how i wanted him to be mine for eternity . i loved him . i loved him so much , words can not describe it .
" oi , dazai . are you listening ? " i felt a firm yet gentle poke on my shoulder , and i looked up .
i zoned in and saw ranpo staring at me , his head tilted to the side . he was holding a bunch of papers and of course he had a lollipop stuck in his mouth .
" huh ? is chuuya here ? " i said quickly , making him laugh .
he smirked and nudged my shoulder . " no , but our next mission is to go to the port mafia , and infiltrate it . " he stated . " you'll infiltrate it but don't mess around too much , alright ? "
i nodded , a smile on my face .
i'll be seeing chuuya more and more for the next few days , it seems .
the mission may be dangerous , but i don't care .
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haha , yes , i finally updated this shit
show . i had no ideas for it , which is
the main reason why i didn't update
it , but now that i have an idea , updates
will be more frequent !
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