When Dazai fell in love with Chuuya the first time, he saw it coming.
Perhaps there was something in the air that day, perhaps it was just Paris, but Dazai saw Chuuya at that show and he knew. Something was different, and important, and he needed to pay close attention or he would miss it.
Unsurprisingly, he was right. Chuuya became an acute, awful affliction in Dazai’s days and with him came warmth, and light, and life, and with help from gentle time, every look sent his way, every brush of fingertips, every stolen kiss became its own kind of treasure for Dazai to hold close to his beating, bleeding heart.
The day arrived like any other, and he caught the low-lidded eyes of the red beast just before it sank its teeth into his chest. It stung at first, but Dazai had known it was slinking toward him for too long now to be frightened. The beast’s fangs were bloody, and its claws were sharp, and surely it didn’t have them if it didn’t need them, so all Dazai could do was hope that the beast was merciful, and he and Chuuya could find each other in the aftermath.
But when Dazai fell in love with Chuuya the second time, he fell hard.
This is how it happened.
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ily so here's a little snippet from the upcoming mini-series <3
