Chuuyanakara Stories

soukoku fanfic about the first time Chuuya uses corruption and goes on a mission with Dazai :') also there is no smut u horny lil shits just angst and fluff and I tried to make them pretty in character so I hope you enjoy 🤝 [All cover art for the chapters and stuff are all official BSD art. Unless credited otherwise.] Started before September 25, finished January 6. (I am rereading this in fucking July and realizing how cringe it was BUT it was my first fanfic 🚷 I am still creating new ffs, but will be uploaded on AO3 under the name mk0991!) Bungou Stray Dogs belongs to Kafka Asagiri and Sango Harukawa !

It's been 2 years since Dazai Osamu died. What happens if Chuuya,on his 16th birthday, finds out that his suicidal friend could be alive? Trigger warnings: character death, derealization, murder, suicide.

There is a small park in the most forgotten corner of Yokohama. Too quiet. Too hidden. Too heavy with memories. It used to be theirs. Back when Osamu Dazai was still part of the Port Mafia, that park was where missions ended and silences began. Where arguments dissolved into something softer. Where they could exist without ranks, without orders - just the two of them in the dim glow of broken streetlights. Then Dazai left. He left the Mafia. He left Chuuya. And, without ever saying it out loud, he left whatever they had been pretending wasn't there. Years later, they meet again in that same park. No mission forces them together. No coincidence excuses it. Just an old habit neither of them ever truly broke. Chuuya tells himself he learned how to breathe without him. Dazai tells himself he never needed anyone in the first place. Both of them are lying. Because absence didn't sever the bond - it poisoned it. Every word is a test. Every glance is a challenge. Every step away is a silent plea to be stopped. It isn't love. It isn't hatred. It's something far worse. It's knowing the only person who can unravel you completely is the same one who once understood you without explanation. And choosing to come back anyway - even when you know they will never stay.