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hella1975 · 2 years

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hi hella i hope you’re doing fine because i know i’m not and it’s YOUR fault. let me explain.

okay i have an exam this week and my fucked up brain decided to start bungou stray dogs (i’m currently reading the manga. pray for me) because APPARENTLY when i run out of things to watch i turn into ‘what hella said was watching?’ and start whatever shit you talk about on your silly little blog. this happened A LOT in the past (i did not forgive you for banana fish). it’s not really your fault i’m neglecting my academic studies to watch gay people but i have to put the blame on someone????? i can’t blame my own idiocy???? ANYWAY. i’m writing this ask not to complain to you about my brain but because i want to know your opinion on something, cause i trust your judgment. genuinely curious: what do you think about akutagawa and shin soukoku????

hope you have a great *insert the time you’ll read this ask* !!!! <3

BESTIE IM SO SORRY SDKGJHSDKJGHDKJSGH but also CHUUYA NAKAHARA like there really is nothing better than that you have absolutely made a good call here

im guessing you're asking about my thoughts on akutagawa and ssk separately and not one in regards to the other? i absolutely ADORE akutagawa like he's sooooooooo funny 'i dont remember introducing myself as mute' KING SHIT but also on a more serious note he makes me sooooooo sad and it only gets worse the more of the manga you read. i can really see some solid foundations for a redemption (mind 'redemption' means in regards to bsd where very few characters come close to actually morally good so yk. pinch of salt) and i just think if dazai got his happy ending the akutagawa should too. there's a whole cycle of abuse in bsd that goes mori -> dazai -> akutagawa -> kyouka and out of ALL OF THEM kyouka was the only one to break away from it, but AKUTAGAWA was the only one to show some sort of humanity. even dazai only complimented akutagawa because he was kinda pushed into it by atsushi, whereas akutagawa UNPROMPTED with ZERO GOOD ROLE MODELS told kyouka that he was proud of her. he's still incredibly young and he was brought into this world when he was even younger and he's very much a 'i excuse his heinous crimes' character bc he was cool while he did it. i just want him to be hugged :(

so yes im a BIG shin soukoku shipper because i love akutagawa but i also love love LOVE atsushi, and i just think them paired together works so surprisingly well. initially it was the classic 'light/dark, sunshiney one/grumpy one' etc, but it's actually more than that. atsushi, someone usually so kind to the point of being a bit of a pushover, never hesitates to snap up Thee Port Mafia's Hellhound. like they argue with each other! and it's so important both for akutagawa, who doesnt really have anyone keeping him in check let alone even ATTEMPTING to enforce a moral code, and also atsushi, who seems to only defend himself so shamelessly, so instinctively, when it comes to akutagawa. they're on complete level playing fields for the first time in their lives and they make each other stronger and they're each other's greatest fear and worst enemy and other half and it's a love story told twice before and certainly will be told again and maybe one day, one day it wont have such a tragic ending

#bsd's generational parallels send me honest to god balls to the wall insane #ANONSTIE TALK TO ME ABOUT CHUUYA I CAN TALK TO YOU ABOUT CHUUYA IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT CHUUYA #good luck with your exam though!#ask #bsd #akutagawa ryunosuke #shin soukoku #also bestie you should read beast it will ruin your day

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ncvqs · 2 years

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No one :

Absolutely no one :

The Fandom, Asagiri, the producers of BSD, the voice actors, and even the Characters of BSD who’ve seen / heard their interaction : They are half of each other’s soul. They can’t live without each other because Dazai would kill himself if Chuuya died and Chuuya would lose his shit of Dazai. They are the brains and the brawns, the diamond that sharpens the diamond. They are in fact one soul in two bodies.

Meanwhile how Soukoku interpreting it:

Chuuya : I’m not your dog-

Dazai : ok, wolf wolf.

Chuuya : I want to murder you every. fucking. day.

#soukoku is the prime example of idiocy help #i kin these two help me #soukoku #dazai bsd #bsd #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #IDIOCY

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saving-empress-ac · 3 years

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The way Mori-sensei looks so proud of his two diamonds. He had endured a lot of idiocy from those two. He must have been so happy to bring them together again.

Mori-sensei, Port Mafia Boss, President of Soukoku Fan Club. 🤣

#Soukoku #mori ougai #ogai mori #mori ogai #Bungou stray dogs

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yogurtlamp · 4 years

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if the world was ending (you’d come over, right?)

You can also read it on ao3

The end of the world begins with a very anticlimactic start. Maybe you read it in the papers. Maybe you saw a tweet on it. Maybe you heard it on the radio. However you found out, it doesn’t matter. The world is ending.

Some people go jump off a building. Some people write love letters. Some people pool all their money together to buy pasta, intent on becoming internet stars in their last few hours.

Dazai does none of that. He leans against the brick wall of some nondescript building, watches the sky tide over in waves of peach and strawberry, hands in his pocket.

Across the street, someone breaks down screaming. He leaves. He doesn’t need to hear desperate wails of someone who cannot be saved. He’s heard enough of those in his lifetime, some from his victims, more from his own throat.

He feels the pavement beneath his shoes, hears the wind rustling through the trees.

Funny, he’s going to die, yet he’s never felt something so close to being alive.

_________

He gets back to his apartment, and packs everything up. Orderly cardboard boxes that Kunikida would be proud of. Drags them onto the balcony, slowly burns each box. (There isn’t much to burn. There isn’t much he owns. Still, the flames accept it, swallow whatever he can give.)

Smoke curls around him, before swaying into the evening sky, gone.

Smoke is constant. The burning of his orphanage. The pop of Odasaku’s gun. The kiss of Chuuya’s cigarettes. And now, the reassuring caress of his burning possessions.

He considers these. The timeless countdown of hours before he ceases to exist as it wraps its arms around him, Death finally content with being caught after he’s chased it for so many years.

There are many things he wants to say, to many people he will not say them to. Everyone has plans, and he is certain he is none of them. Better to wander, let fate pull her strings and do what she wants with what’s left of his life.

So he does exactly that. He walks by the beach and spots Atsushi and Akutagawa glaring at each other with some complicated mixture of love and anger in their eyes. Listens to the hum of the wind as Kyouka and Kouyou drink tea in the silence of a garden that Dazai isn’t allowed in, but enters anyway. Catches Fukuzawa kneeling before Mori’s grave, contemplating over a scalpel.

He doesn’t interrupt them. They have their lives to lead, their final words to say, and Dazai doesn’t deserve to steal their precious time.

He pops by a bar in a hidden little alley, orders two whiskeys and a Golden Fizz. He doesn’t get angry. Doesn’t tear up. He leaves the drinks in the bar, untouched. A small tribute to what they could have been. Dazai has never been a forgiving person, but he thinks he might start now.

He lets fate guide him, so it's really no surprise she led him here, on the steps of the slums, waiting for something- someone he can’t let himself wait for.

He can’t let himself wait, yet he still does. Waits on some fleeting hope that the someone will be here, with the freshly risen stars a witness to his idiocy.

Quietly, he wonders if this is their last night as well. If they cease to exist when there's no one left to watch them. Such self-centered thought is natural for humans, the belief that the meaning of everything in the universe is dependent solely on us. (For this first time since he can remember, he doesn’t correct himself. He lets himself entertain the idea of being human, it's a small guilty pleasure he rewards himself with on his last day.)

Dazai is a fool to wait. But he supposes Chuuya is a bigger fool for coming.

Maybe Chuuya knew Dazai would be here. Maybe he didn’t. The world around them has always been so easy for Dazai to predict, the people and events nothing but little puppets for him to play with, but it’s never been like that with Chuuya. He hates to admit it, but he can’t see through Chuuya. He knows what to say to make Chuuya hit him, to make Chuuya mad, but he’s lost the moment Chuuya looks into his soul with that hadal gaze.

He doesn’t turn to look at Chuuya, continues to stare up at the stars. Distantly he notes the slight blurriness in his right eye from the eye patch he had been wearing the last time he was here. Maybe he should have considered the impacts of wearing an eye patch over a perfectly healthy eye for years, but he hadn’t expected to live this long. It’s alright though, poor vision in one eye is nothing when you’ll be dead in less than a day.

Chuuya sits on the step behind him, the same height as Dazai for once in his life. He offers him a juice box. Dazai ponders the impact it will have on his image, a lovestruck detective sharing an apple juice with a mafioso, before he realises he doesn’t care. He takes the small carton from Chuuya’s hands and sips.

“So. End of the world.” It’s so rare for Chuuya to start a conversation that isn’t just yelled threats.

“Mn. How are you feeling?” It’s a simple phrase that asks so many questions, from are you ready to die? to is there anything you want to say to me? Please?

Chuuya responds simply.

“Well, kinda like shit.”

Dazai chuckles.

“So many things to do… yet… no one to do them with. You’d think with so many people around me, I’d be throwing a party or drinking myself to death. But well…” Chuuya pauses. It’s so unlike him to say his deeper thoughts. But then again it's so unlike Dazai to wait for him, so unlike him to accept a juice box and make soft conversation. Maybe in this small world between them, they could have been different, could have been friends. (Maybe more, Dazai thinks, but it will never happen, because this isn’t Soukoku, isn’t their trademark Angry-Idiot-Snarky-Asshole dynamic, and Dazai doesn’t know how to let them exist outside of Soukoku)

“But well?” Dazai prods.

“... It feels like… a disrespect. To waste your last day in some dazed hell, to let everything disappear while you’re busy singing your lungs out.” Chuuya finishes.

“Ah… Well I just so happen to have nothing to do.” Dazai smirks at him, the offer dangling from the Dazai’s outstretched hand.

Chuuya looks at him for a moment, eyes flickering with indecision, and takes it.

________

Chuuya’s list of things to do is nothing fancy. It's full of ordinary things, things not worth making a big deal of (if you weren’t a walking science experiment and a traumatised murderer).

Dazai loves it.

(Dazai loves more than just the list, but he can’t say it or it will become true.)

_______

“Ah! Vending machine! Right there! That's our number 4!” Dazai bounces on his heels and points at the glowing box down the road. Simple happiness is a good look on him, Chuuya decides.

Dazai grabs his hand and skips down the road, dragging a squawking Chuuya with him.

They stand there for five minutes, carefully selecting their drinks, before they realise.

“Hey… Do you have any money?”

“... Not enough.”

“Oh.”

Then they get the most devious look on their faces.

Dazai pulls a pen out of his pocket, tears the corner of his bandages, and with eight hours left, two grown men crouch over the sidewalk, plotting.

_______

Ultimately, their plan ends in ruins. The vending machine blows up, leaving them covered in cold syrup , and the only two drinks left are the worst ones.

They still drink them, bickering over who’s fault it was.

(Dazai thinks that he might hate melon milk, but at this moment it’s his favourite drink.)

________

They work their way through the list, a small taste of everything they missed out on the moment the world decided they weren’t worth a normal life. They rediscover Yokohama, learn what it means to be a person. Chuuya is horrifyingly brilliant at scissors-paper-stone, and Dazai is allergic to rabbits. The wind tastes of something distinctly Home, and the glow of the streetlights is peaceful.

The world is beautiful, and for a second, Dazai wishes it wasn’t going to end.

_______ The idea that small apartments are always cozier than expansive penthouses is absolute bullshit, Dazai thinks, because Chuuya’s penthouse is full of such warmth and life that’s always absent from Dazai’s shoddy two-room flat. But perhaps it's just Chuuya, that his tiny body can’t contain all the bursting vitality so it spills into the space and people around him, unbiased and ever-generous.

Chuuya pours himself a glass, Dazai rummaging around until he finds Chuuya’s hidden stash of capri-sun. He’d throw back a whiskey, but what’s the point of drinking something you hate just to remember someone you’ll probably see in a few hours? (He doesn’t let himself consider the fact that heaven and hell will split them, that he may never see Odasaku again.)

They clamber up to the roof, concrete floor and rusty red railings lined with plants that Chuuya never bothered taking care of. Dazai used to do it for him, to feel like he was paying back some of that warmth Chuuya so freely gave, but it’s been years since they’ve properly talked, much less taken care of each other's rooftop gardens..

Spiels of purple and pink bleed across the sky, a testament to the shortening of their time.

There are many things Dazai wants to say, to many people he will not say them to, but he thinks there may be an exception to that rule.

It’s been building up to this for the past hours, whispering in the back of both their minds as the seconds tick by.

It’s been building up since he left, the ache in both their chests begging them to do something that would be treason to their respective organisations.

It’s been building up since they met each other, fate tying together two broken boys and promising them you’re meant to be together.

Dazai turns to Chuuya, eyes lighted with a certain spark that's rarely there.

He leans in, and Chuuya doesn’t wait, meets him in the middle.

_______

“I love you.” He says, in the centimeters between them.

“I love you.” He’s said in a million ways, from the cool touch of No Longer Human against Corruption, to the waiting beside his hospital bed after every mission.

“I love you.” He’s never said, too clogged up with the acrid petrol in his head to properly admit it.

“I love you,” he says, and he feels his answer against his lips.

_______

In the end, the way it happened doesn't matter. The world could have been ripped apart instantly, or dissolved into meringue smoke. Ultimately, it's inconsequential. What matters was that they have each other, and not even the end of the world can change that.

#soukoku #dazai #fanfic #chuuya

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ao3feed-skk · 4 years

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by RayvnAshes (IronScript)

Can the wizarding world handle the combined chaos (and idiocy) that is Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara? Probably not. But they're going to have to just deal with it.

A collection of one-shots following the BSD characters at Hogwarts, mostly focusing on Soukoku.

Chapter 1: Amortentia

Words: 433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 31 of Bungou Stray Dogs fics

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Hogwarts!au, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Soukoku, Potions Class, Amortentia, they're Seventh Years, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

#Soukoku #ao3feed #fanfic #Bungou Stray Dogs #Skk #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Chuuya #Dazai

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oh-tetrabiblos · 6 years

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Roommate in distress

So this was somewhat requested by Meri in discord, and it’s based on this song here. It’s a soukoku Roommates Au that somehow ended up as a 2k+ words fic even though I promised a drabble. I’m sorry I never know when to stop xD. Hope you like this rushed thing! :D

“I hate him.” Chuuya complains. “I can’t even stand to see him anymore. I despise his face, his voice, and even his clothing. Have you noticed his fashion sense? Such a disgrace.”

There’s a sigh that comes out of Chuuya’s laptop screen, where a tired Tachihara is leaning his head against his knuckles, more than used to his friend rambling.

“Chuuya-san, please, don’t spend all our conversation speaking about your roommate.” Tachihara tries to get into the topic once more, but fails miserably since Chuuya groans in frustration at said roommate’s mere mention.

“Speaking about him.” He says yet again, and this time is Tachihara who whimpers internally. “Do you know what he did to me this morning? He wasted all the stupid hot water by taking an hour and a half long shower! What the fuck is he supposed to do in there that long?”

Chuuya stares at his friend through the video call window, and even though he is only pinching his nose in outrage, Tachihara knows he’s not meant to intervene.

“And,” Chuuya continues, then Tachihara assumes that his tiny crush on the redhead is going to be the death of him, “you are not going to believe what he said to me when I confronted him.”

“I’m sure I won’t, Chuuya-san.” He murmurs, not actually sure his words are being payed attention to.

“The bastard had the guts to say “Next time let’s shower together, Chuu”.” The redhead mimics his voice. “What the fuck does that even mean?” Chuuya looks at Tachihara as if expecting the answer to all his problems, yet he knows better than to interrupt his friend’s rant. “Now I can’t even look at him in the face without wanting to punch him!”

Tachihara moves his head against the other hand, quietly staring at Chuuya squeezing the too long sleeves of a sweater big enough not to be his.

“I get this weird ass feeling in my stomach every time I come across his face, and it happens almost constantly since we live together.” Chuuya confesses, lower this time as if he is trying to obtain a reason out of it. “It must be loathing. I must detest him so much I’m having feelings of hatred inside me.”

Tachihara has never been that close to tearing his own hair out as in that moment. Chuuya is staring at him as if there is no other logical explanation, thus Tachihara decides he might as well grab a snack for the amount of time Chuuya is going to need to realize his real inner feelings. That, and also for his slightly broken heart that is pleading for self-destructing comments and chocolate.

“Yeah, that has to be it. I’ve hated him since I first landed my eyes on Dazai, so it’s only natural that the feeling grows stronger.” Chuuya concludes, seemingly satisfacted with the discovery.

“So, if you hate him that much, Chuuya-san,” Tachihara says, unwrapping a chocolate bar, “why don’t you move out?”

His question hangs midair, as both sides of the call remain silent. Chuuya is staring at him as if he had just said the most unreasonable, stupid, global harming thing of all, and Tachihara shrinks somewhat down on his chair.

“Are you out of your mind, now?”

Chuuya’s passive-aggressive inquire has Tachihara under the need to explain himself further. “I mean, you only speak about how much he pesters you, isn’t that true, Chuuya-san? Then it can only be natural to change roommates. You’ve been living together for two years now, so leave him.”

Chuuya lets out a chortle, making Tachihara feel as if he is no bigger than a kid that still doesn’t understand how the world functions. Leaning closer to his laptop screen, Chuuya maintains the smile on his face.

“That’s just plain stupid, Tachihara. Unfortunately, it looks like I’ll have to live with him forever.”

“Chuuya-san, you’re just college students. In two years top you’re done sharing a roof.” Tachihara intends to offer some tranquilizating words to his friend, even when Chuuya is apparently in another astral plane judging by his calm expression.

“Yeah, but we’ve talked about renting a flat together after graduating.” Chuuya says, and Tachihara definitely doesn’t understand a word.

“Didn’t you just say you hated him?”

Chuuya looks back at him unimpressed.

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

Tachihara sighs and doesn’t bother ending the call before slamming his laptop shut for good.

“Dazai, get your ass out of my couch and get your part of the assignment done!” Kunikida screams from his flat’s kitchen. “Now!”

“Ugh.” Is the only thing Dazai says as he keeps lazing around under the apologetic stare of Kunikida’s flatmate, Atsushi.

However, his nap attempt is soon cut short when Kunikida comes back to whack him to the floor.

“Such an unmannered man. Right, Atsushi?” Dazai complains without moving, and the aforementioned only shrinks in his armchair.

“Shut up and get to work.” Kunikida commands, turning his computer on without sparing a glance to the still lying body on his flat floor.

“But I’m not motivated anymore, Kunikida-kun.” Dazai whimpers, and doesn’t bother to raise. “Unmotivated. Un–” He starts accentuating each syllable– “mo–”

“Dazai…”

“–ti, va–”

“Alright!” Kunkida explodes, “Why are you unmotivated, Dazai, care to tell?”

Dazai jolts up from the rug. “So straightforward, Kunikida-kun!” There is a grin on his face hat almost costs him another blow, though he dodges it. “However, it’s all because of Chuuya.”

“Your roommate?” Kunikida frowns, already typing the report he deeply knows Dazai is not going to do. “What does he have to do with your idiocy?”

“Everything,” he says, “his face, his voice, his fashion sense. Everything is a disaster. On top of all, his inexistent stature. It physically pains me.” Dazai finishes his list, all while leaning down again on the couch with a whimper that leaves a pout in his lips.

There is a moment of silence in the room which only pesters Kunikida further.

“If you aren’t going to work then leave.” He ends up saying after listening to his classmate’s nonsense.

“But Kunikida! I can’t leave! I’d have to see Chuuya’s face at home and it gives me the goosebumps!” Dazai turns around so he is able to kick in the air like a child, only to spite his friend. “Living with him is such a torment!”

“Is he really that bad?” The question escapes Atsushi’s lips before Kunikida can warn him with a pointed look, and Dazai practically jumps on the sofa in excitement.

“Oh, believe me Sushi! He is worse! He steals my clothes, makes the best curry ever, and has an astonishingly intoxicating scent impossible to resist!”

Dazai claps his hands together and then forces an expression of disgust. Atsushi leans his head to the side in confusion, though he doesn’t try to understand the man. That is a battle he surrendered from long ago.

“But those are only good traits?” Atsushi speaks again as if Kunikida isn’t silently begging him to leave the topic.

“And the worst of all is that he always interrupts my suicide attempts!” Dazai cries, “This morning I was trying to drown myself in the bathroom, but he just had to come and tell me to rush!”

Atsushi feigns a sound of understatement after Dazai stares at him for a moment. “O-oh.”

“I obviously told him he can always join me. He turned the cutest shade of red!” Dazai trails off along with vague hand gestures, “I wouldn’t mind taking a shower with Chuuya at all…”

“But doesn’t that mean you like him, Dazai-san?” Atsushi hesitantly asks, and Kunikida groans loudly at last.

Dazai’s strident laughter interrupts him.

“Me? Like Chuuya?” He says in between giggles, “I loathe him. He,” Dazai needs to take a breath for a second, “He makes me want to pry my eyes out in disgust. I’ve got all these feelings of revulsion inside of me every time I see him, you know? My blood rushes and my head reels at the mere sound of his name, it’s terrible.”

“But that’s precisely what it means to be in–” Kunikida steps in before Atsushi can finish his sentence and send his afternoon to hell.

“Dazai,” he says, “if you get on with your part of the project I’ll let you crash on the sofa tonight. That way you won’t have to see your roommate’s face.” Kunikida really tries to give a reassuring expression. “Only start it. Deal?”

There is silence. Then, Dazai gasps and immediately looks at him as if he has just said something impossible. His unrelenting look makes Kunikida feel as if he had grown a second head, or worse, decapitated an animal. And even though he knows his classmate doesn’t make sense at all most of the time, Dazai looks like he has been greatly offended, thus Kunikida wonders what wrongs must he have done in his previous life to deserve such a punishment.

“Do you mean not going home to Chuuya?” Dazais’ voice is hardly perceptible.

“Didn’t you just said…?” Kunikida asks, not even remembering why the hell is he even participating in the conversation in the first place.

Dazai deadpans. “That’s just plain stupid Kunikida-kun. Do you plan on passing this project with that atrophied mind of yours?”

A vein twitches in his classmate’s forehead. “Dazai…”

“Ah, now I really am unmotivated. Nothing can ruin the mood more than hearing nonsense.” Dazai says before standing up, stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll be taking my leave, then.”

“What?” Kunikida grunts, bewildered. “Come back here! You still have to do your part!”

“Oh, and just so you know,” Dazai turns around in front of the door to look at them, “there is no way I’m not going back to Chuuya at the end of the day. Don’t ever suggest that again.”

Dazai closes the door after him.

“I’m back, chibi!” Dazai shouts from the door, quickly scanning the place to find Chuuya sprawled down on their modest couch typing in his laptop.

His chest feels lighter at that image, and Dazai rushes out of his shoes, barely leaving the coat hanging before throwing himself on top of the redhead.

“Unfortunately, mackerel!” Chuuya groans, shifting so nor Dazai, his laptop or him end up on the floor. “Welcome back.” He adds with a sigh anyway, because deep inside him it wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t.

“Say, Chuuya,” Dazai raises his head from Chuuya’s stomach, “is this my sweater? Again?”

Chuuya doesn’t bother lifting his head from the screen.

“I won’t deny or confirm anything.”

Dazai chuckles while dragging himself up so his head is resting against Chuuya’s shoulder. The redhead allows him to accommodate over his body without a word, and once he is done Chuuya buries his fingers in Dazai’s brown locks, caressing his scalp with slow motions.

Dazai humms in appreciation, indulging in the feeling with his eyes closed. “What were you doing?”

“Just finished telling Tachihara how much I loathe you.”

Dazai bats an eye open to stare at him in something akin to amusement. Chuuya ignores it in favor of discarding his laptop over the tea table, and then swifts down over the couch, only halting once his head is at the same level than Dazai’s.

“That Tachi-something guy really is a nuisance.” Dazai comments, both his eyelids closed again.

Chuuya makes himself comfortable against his roommate’s body. He notices how Dazai’s bangs have already fallen down to cover up his eyes, and how his lashes fit beautifully against his clear cheeks. There is also the almost imperceptible mole against the side of his nose. However, Chuuya doesn’t dare look lower than that –he knows better than to get himself into the lion’s den.

Against all odds, what he does is murmur in contentment. “Hmm, please don’t do something stupid.”

Dazai barely lifts his lids to stare at him. “Since you asked so nicely.” He says, and then his arm is encircling Chuuya’s waist to drag him closer. “I despise you, too.” Dazai whispers against Chuuya’s just licked lips. “So much.”

Chuuya smirks, yet doesn’t take the step further. He grabs a fistfull of Dazai’s hair, not with the intention of pulling apart but for giving the assurance of how close they are instead. Dazai parts his mouth in half a silent moan.

“Don’t do that, you make my skin crawl.” Chuuya groans, slowly lifting his look from Dazai’s lips to his eyes.

“I can’t stand seeing your face either.” Dazai stares deep into Chuuya’s eyes, his hand already finding a place in Chuuya’s warm nape.

All it takes is Chuuya biting down his lower lip and a quick look from Dazai to his mouth for them both to give in, as usual.

#soukoku #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #I publish here because it's not good enough to be on Ao3 #sorry for the inconvenience #Roommates AU #this is fluff #but like: FLUFF so beware #ugh #it's rushed so spare my life #my writing #request

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