Yandere Chuuya? Chuuya is the ginger obsessed with Dazai and they are both in the same school the school is strict every one that made a big trouble in their past school is sent here but there is normal students that came here to study hearing that it's very perfect to study in and have a peaceful life in school or...that's what they heard the school Is too much peaceful because there is multiple annoying people and Chuuya is popular no one messes with him or they'll have a death wish and not a peaceful death probably Chuuya has never showed his kind side to anyone sometimes he shows it to Dazai his kind side because he doesn't want to scare him and lead him away from him (btw English is not my first language)

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⚠️Bottom Dazai⚠️ ⚠️Top Chuuya⚠️ "How did you get the password?" The brunette hummed, shrugging, "Lucky guess."

Love is strange. Suffocating. Unnecessary. Dazai never cared for it. But now there are flowers in his house, gifts he never asked for, and someone who refuses to leave. Dazai knows he should stop it. He knows he should care. ...but the emptiness has already started to feel a little less empty. Content: soft stalking (very considerate 😌) Angst Can be heavy for some people Note: Please don't if you can turn my fic into an illustration. Your request will be denied and comment will be deleted. I don't mean to be rude but please respect this.

With the death of an important individual, another rises. And with that comes along new changes - both good and bad. - This is essentially a remake of one of my most popular books, 'Broken Souls In Love' because I'm embarrassed at my writing almost 2 years ago and would like to redo it with a twist. Some of my followers have requested for a bottom Dazai version as well so I am here to deliver! -

"A...photographer?" The ginger started, brows raising the slightest as his azure blue eyes glanced from the picture in his hand to him. He kneeled in silence and was roughly nudged by one of the men standing guard beside him. "Y-yes. I am...was a master photographer."

"I am Dazai Osamu," he replied, settling into the new persona. And that name, the new name that defined his identity, was who he was for the mission. OR Trapped as "husband and husband," the spy and the criminal are forced into a chaotic domestic life, bickering over boundaries while hiding their true, dangerous occupations. The stakes shatter when their secrets begin to overlap, threatening Dazai's mission and Chuuya's empire. Worst of all, their sweet son, Atsushi, hears every single lie. (Clearly a spyxfamily reference) ⚠️This story has A/B/O dynamics. (Which doesn't even have enough presence in the story- but I had to do it for the f*cking plot-)

After years of silent endurance under Mori's thumb, Dazai Osamu finally breaks. Wounded, overstimulated, and unable to speak, he shows up at Chuuya's door in the dead of night - not as a Mafia executive, but as a shattered boy who doesn't know how to ask for help. Chuuya, still tethered to him by something deeper than he'll admit, takes him in without question. What begins as a night of tending wounds slowly unravels into something far more fragile: trust. As Dazai recovers in secret, hidden from Mori's reach, the two rediscover each other in the quiet. Trauma leaves its mark - in broken speech, haunted silence, and the missing eye Dazai refuses to explain - but Chuuya refuses to let him fall back into darkness. Even when Dazai proposes marriage in the middle of a breakdown, even when grief and guilt threaten to drown them both, Chuuya stays. Together, they plan their escape - from the Mafia, from their past, from a city that never let them breathe. With Ango's help, they fake their deaths and disappear into a life neither of them believed they could ever deserve. A life with a home. A shared bed. A bath filled with lavender oil. A prosthetic eye that lets Dazai be seen without being dissected. And for the first time in years, they begin to learn what safety feels like. But healing is never easy. And love, no matter how deep, doesn't erase the scars overnight. This is a story of survival. Of choosing each other. Of saying stay and meaning it. And of two broken souls building something whole in the quiet. So what would happen if both joined the ada? And what would happen if Mori demands Dazai back after the prison arc?

This is a fanfic of the ship soukoku, it's my first time writing a story, so bear with me please😓 This is NOT a one shot, why do some people skip some chapters😭😭 Some things about their teenage years are incomplete, but I don't know much apart from what was shown in the anime and I want the angst to be about their relationship itself. Dazai and Chuuya started dating in secret at 17, then Dazai left the mafia without a word and they saw each other again 4 years later. Will they solve their differences? Talk things out? Or will they fall apart? Will their surroundings affect them? They still love each other after all those years, but will that be enough to stay together?