A collection of quiet breakdowns no one sees. Inner monologues, hidden pain, and the thoughts they never say out loud. These are the moments behind the smiles, the silence behind the strength.

''It... it wasn't you...'' That was the worst way possible to break the truth to him. On a job in Hiroshima, Chuuya was drunk. He had a one-night-stand with a guy at the hotel, whom he didn't know. He wanted to confess and apologize to Dazai, but he didn't have the courage to do that because he didn't want to lose everything that they had. But at the end, he failed to cover it up. And right when he thought things couldn't get any worse, they just kept worsening. ✨ 18 year-old Soukoku ✨ Romance ⚠️ Sex ⚠️ Blood ⚠️ Self harm ⚠️ Character death 🗞️ No. 1 in #dachuu 🗞️ No. 5 in #doubleblack 🗞️ No. 8 in #dazaixchuuya 🗞️ No. 12 in #soukoku 🗞️ No. 72 in #nakaharachuuya 🎨 Cover Art Credit : rokkyun1 (Twitter) 🎨 Content Art Credit : *unknown*

It had always seemed as though Dazai would be the first of their duo to die. However, sometimes fate loves to mock like lives of humans. Chuuya faces his deadline, and Dazai? Well, he won't accept it. ... He'd expected some sort of scoff or jeer in reply, but instead, Dazai grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Chuuya flinched. Dazai didn't touch him with such warm hands, ever. He didn't dare turn around, for the heat rushing to his cheeks were too apparent. It was always like this with them, hiding their feelings and faking annoyance. Though the annoyance wasn't always faked. Dazai read Chuuya like a book and wouldn't hesitate to prove it. He and his smug arrogance would never shut up, and that sickened Chuuya. Whereas Chuuya was loud and brash, equally annoying Dazai. They hated each other truly, as much as they felt... Well, the emotion was unnameable.

"Since how many days you haven't slept , chuuya ?" "That's none of your concerns, dazai!!"

Poe tells Ranpo he prefers working at the library over the Guild's suite, but Ranpo quickly sees through the excuse. When he discovers Poe secretly quit the Guild, he confronts him-only to find out Poe simply didn't want to be his enemy. Unsure how to process the innocent confession, Ranpo starts questioning Poe's feelings... and maybe his own. A spontaneous invite to the bakery turns into a walk, a fight with a drunk stranger, and an unexpected moment of hand-holding under the setting sun. As the two sit quietly in the park afterward, surrounded by blooming moonflowers, Ranpo begins to realize the truth: Poe might not just be trying to prove himself-he might actually care.