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catmelonwriting · 26 days

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Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

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mvniro · 4 months

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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, MY HIGH TIME ; a nakahara chuuya fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . i can't say no to my hoes, here's your daily dose. woah, I've bars.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, older brother's bestfriend!chuuya, chuuya gets pussy drunk, public sex at night, oral (female receving), angst, fluff, chuuya eats you out and makes you cum two times, swear words, chuuya can't be a brat tamer as he loves you too much for that, indirect confession if you squint, and that's all i can remember tbh.

the drug if once injected into the system, leaves its reminants in the blood stream and the back of the mind and most of the time, when the addiction is too strong for one to shurg it off as a casual habit, that's when dread sets it.

following the dread is anger which resides inside one's body along with frustration on their own self.

you are no different.

you shrug before looking down at the bowl of sliced fruits on your lap again to try and ignore your brother and the way he is still teasing you for something that happened a week ago ; on your day of arrival when you had to hide in chuuya's room where one thing led to another and after being so deep into each other, the moment you laid on his bed after letting him give you a bath, you and chuuya went to being strangers as if the touches and sounds of each other doesn't still linger in your brains for everytime you two saw each other, it ended up with both of your hands being on each other's bodies before chuuya ultimately decided to avoid interacting with you at all costs and he succeeded mostly, except for times like meals and whenever your brother wanted to spend time with you.

chuuya must be really good at ignoring people and acting as if he is oblivious or else how can you explain him not noticing your lingering stares at him, the way you try to initiate a conversation with him only for him to shut you down with quick replies.

you gave up soon, opting to ignore him as well but only if you could see the way chuuya would nervously gulp everytime his eyes fell on your lips as you talked and immediately his desire and attraction asked his mind only one question ; what would happen if he had your lips wrapped around the length of his cock?

"i was the one drunk out of my mind yet you were the one sleeping like a baby. do you know how many times i tried calling you, moron?" your brother grinned and as you were looking down, you missed the way chuuya cocked an eyebrow as he stared at your brother and wondered why the man is making such lame jokes.

"you called me as well." chuuya reminded and you finally looked up, the deep voice of the man which even at normal times felt extremely seductive due to the raspy edge it has had you quickly gulping as you shoved a piece of sliced strawberry into your mouth to refrain yourself from smiling or biting your lip, your heart giddy and beating fast at his voice.

your brother took notice of your behavior before he looked at chuuya who sat on the armchair comfortably, his legs spread apart and head tilted while you and your brother sat on the two seater sofa.

he shrugged it off however and ran a hand through his hair as he groaned upon remembering the memories of that night and the way chuuya, in his words, 'bailed' on him at a time of crisis.

"iguana. was all over me. apparently she wanted to hook me up with her homewrecker bestfriend --"

"wait, what? homewrecker?" chuuya raised both of his eyebrows up and his eyes trailed over to you to see you shove slice after slice of strawberries into your mouth and the sight of your puffed out cheeks as you chewed on the strawberries with wide eyes (you were internally screaming at yourself to get a grip at your emotions) had quite a strong effect on chuuya who felt his cheeks heating up and suddenly the images of your naked body on top of his as you begged him for another round resurfaced from whatever pits he buried them in.

chuuya sat straight and adjusted himself on the armchair.

"yeah, that girl who always used to have a switch in personality infront of akutagawa and his bestfriend's boyfriend?" your brother tells as he waits for chuuya to realise who he is talking about, your brother spares you a short glance and smiled at the way you seemed content with the strawberries. good thing he decided to buy them during his grocery trip earlier today.

you glance at chuuya while pushing another piece of strawberry into your mouth and a bit of the strawberry juice fell out of the side of your lips and chuuya who had been sneaking glances at you more often then he should in the presence of your brother, leaned forwards to swipe the trickling down juice with the pad of his thumb. as he leaned back on his chair, chuuya subconsciously brought his thumb to his lips to lick the juice and you immediately looked away, shyly and quite hot and bothered.

"heard akutagawa's bestfriend broke up with the bastard." chuuya looked at your brother for confirmation and he nodded, seemingly not having noticed the short exchange between you and chuuya as the movie playing on the tv kept on grabbing his attention every few minutes.

"the bastard cheated on her with homewrecker. so anyways, iguana wanted to set me up with homewrecker and i had to make a excuse on the spot and that's where you . . . well you were supposed to be my savior bastard." your brother paused to glare at chuuya who shrugged and muttered, "i was busy."

"what the fuck were you even doing that you didn't pick my call twice?" your brother scoffed and you awkwardly chewed as you stared at the movie but no matter how much you tried to focus on it, you would be reminded of what (or who) chuuya was doing that night and as good as it feels to remember his hands greedily groping your ass, the bitter taste of knowing what you did to the person your brother trusts and said person feeling the same guilt to the point he is ignoring you now mostly, leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

chuuya didn't answer and instead he tilted his head and pretended as if he was thinking before he smirked, "busy ignoring your calls bitchass."

"you think you are so funny, aren't you?" your brother sarcastically smiled before taking the cushion which was on your lap and throwing it at chuuya's face and his smile turned triumphant when the cushion hitted chuuya exactly square on his face.

"hey!" you scoff at your brother but curl your toes as you see chuuya lean near you and offer the cushion back to you, you glanced at your brother to see him watching the movie playing on the tv as another intresting scene seemed to catch his attention.

now a very big part of you wants to embarass and make a fool out of him for ignoring you for so long and that's what you do, you turn your head away and chuuya chuckled silently as he muttered, "what a brat."

chuuya never had the chance to see you act like a brat as your brother claims you to be because you were always such a sweetheart to him so to see you ignore him for the first time certainly has certain feelings bubbling into his chest and the one that dominates the rest is the absolute raw urge to bend you over and fuck that sudden attitude out of you.

but he can't as your brother is here so he does the other thing he is exceptionally good at and that's being a tease.

from your peripheral vision, you saw chuuya take the cushion and place it on his lap like how it was on your's moments ago but what seemed to make you smirk in amusement and satisfaction was when chuuya traced the edge of the cushion with his index finger before bringing it towards his lips and toying with his bottom lip.

"shameless man." you mumble to mock chuuya and he understood the reasoning behind those words uttered. and oh, did it make him gulp his arousal when the man was reminded of why he is avoiding you in the first place. when chuuya's eyes found your face again, you were looking at your brother again and this resulted in chuuya to chew on his bottom lip.

annoyance and a neediness crawled into him. he wanted you to look at him. so why aren't you? he is fairly good at not giving a shit to people ignoring him but not when you are the one doing so. so cue to chuuya who huffed with the biggest pout on his lips as he glared at the cushion on his lap with furrowed eyebrows.

"your dumbass didn't explain why you called chuuya though." you remind your brother and he blinked, "huh?" before he sighed and quickly told as if he couldn't bother to spare you more then a minute of his time at most,

"wanted him to pretend to be my girlfriend."

you opened your mouth but closed it, nodding as you knew you wouldn't be getting a response from him anymore.

"get a girlfriend for fucks sake then?" chuuya grumbled, not bothering to pretend to be fine as he wanted you to know the absolute despair you are putting him through but when you didn't as much as glance at him, chuuya felt what a addict would feel when they don't have any more substance to divulge into.

panick. dread.

"you fucker." chuuya seethed through gritted teeth as he scrunched his nose in disgust but truly, the anger expressed was felt as chuuya needed to blame someone for the way he is feeling as if things are going downhill between you two and chuuya didn't want to blame himself because the restrictions are hindering him from doing what he would've done ages ago if you didn't share such a relationship (of being the younger sibling) with your brother.

"yes i fuck. want to try me?" your brother waves the red head off and didn't particularly pay him any attention.

you snickered and chuuya smirked in annoyance, everything is so frustrating for him right now. he is worried and he doesn't know what to do to make things better but he just wants things to get better and work in his favor ; which directly indirectly implies that the vessel of patience broke.

even the most rational of minds would have one moment when their patience snaps and they are forced to take a impulsive decision.

"no but i will fuck your sister." the words uttered were spoken with the purpose of lulling you into the arms of the man whose seduction should be labeled as dangerous for how well he is at it even if he doesn't consciously mean to appear as so.

you cough before sneakily looking at your brother's reaction who tilted his head and glared at chuuya, the lone piercing he had on his right ear had a dangling earing on it and as the lights reflected down on the silver accessory, it made him appear more vicious then ever.

you may have gulped nervously but chuuya didn't, he continued to stare into your brother's eyes with an equally serious expression on his face and the tension this never ending staring contest is emitting is making your palms clammy.

"i see, you sister fucker." your brother narrowed his eyes and so did the anxiety growing inside you as you quietly released a breath.

"you are a mother fucker."

"mhm, i fucked your mother."

and you blinked at how easily the two went back to pretending as if tension wasn't begging to break through the surface ; you.

you were the surface and that was made clear once you left to sleep (you share one room with your brother due to the house sporting only two actual bedrooms).

and chuuya finally understood that your brother saw everything but pretended not to. how can he not when it's so obvious to see the panick in chuuya's eyes as his eyes followed your leaving form with a longing and what is he supposed to do with the epiphany of knowing his best friend is very much in love with his younger sister?

the two males sat in a uncomfortable silence for the very first time in their lives for they have had moments of unbearable silence between them but none felt uncomfortable to this level as it felt almost like the silence is playing with the thin layer of pretence until it broke finally.

"did you?" your brother muttered and even if chuuya could see him stare at the tv screen, he knew your brother wasn't actually watching the movie for the way your brother's hardened gaze was trying to intimidate the screen, chuuya knew he (your brother) was trying and racking his brain for possible solutions to deal with this sudden revelation.

"who knows? you tell me, am i?" chuuya leaned back on the armchair as he ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes.

so it had finally came down to this and that too by chuuya's own hands.

"you look like a lovesick fool -- which is disgusting by the way." your brother scoffed under his breath and stood up to make a quick trip to the kitchen and grab what would be the push the two needed.

chuuya opened his eyes to see your brother offering him a can of beer and he sighed, taking it.

"man i honestly don't know how to react and shit." your brother began and chuuya only listened as he opened the can and brought it to his lips. his shoulders relaxed as the cold liquid flowed down his throat.

but the beer proved to be of no great assistance when all it did was make your brother turn a blind eye to his problems and lull him towards a temporary fabricated and secluded tranquility and made his eyes heavy like how chuuya's heart was as it dawned upon him the feeling of dread and trepidation.

"seriously? this is why you can never trust this bastard with alcohol or even fucking beer." chuuya scoffed under his breath as he stood up to pick both of the beer cans and walked over to the kitchen to throw them in the trash can. during his task, he came across the washed bowl which you previously used to eat strawberries from and he sighed through his nose before a hopeless smile broke on chuuya's lips.

the epiphany of falling down the edges of his sanity and into the dark water made from the strongest narcotic substance and that is love.

it tangles you in its branches and makes it hard and extremely tricky to get out of it or to even think of a solution to tackle this feeling.

chuuya groaned under his breath before he hoisted the man up his back, "fucking siblings." he muttered as he began to walk towards the staircase.

and if you manage to find a way to escape the clutches of what is called as love but truly is an addiction if done in an immature and naive fashion. what is meant by this is the man would begin to miss the feeling of the vine like arms of love squeezing his body but that gesture seemed to provide the man with warmth. and this is why young brains are more prone to fall for the disillusion of addiction being love, toxicity being healthy possession.

chuuya opened the door by pushing on the door handle and entered but due to the newly made adjustment of you having to stay with your brother due to there not being a room for you, chuuya entered the moment you were changing.

the current predicament had chuuya's heart to be alert and inform every cell in his body of your presence and the way his body reacted to the sight of you with your top halfway over your head that revealed your bra and stomach -- was by his skin being littered by goosebumps.

you immediately pull down the cloth over your body again and watch chuuya lay your brother down on the bed before he slowly looked at you again, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"don't you know it's rude to stand infront of someone after ignoring said person for a whole week." your voice reached his ears.

oh lord, chuuya couldn't stop the love strucken smile spreading on his face as the fact that your voice and words even if they were meant as a jab, were directly meant for him and only him.

how can a few hours of being ignored make chuuya so desperate?

drugs sure are strange and seductively dangerous, aren't they?

perhaps they were created because man was growing too strong and he needed to be reminded that even a mere substance can make him bend and forget his realities.

"your brother is an idiot but i am a bigger idiot then him." were the words that greeted you but didn't invite you to see what is going on in chuuya's mind and in his heart.

you tilted your head, none of you two moved till the heartbeat in chuuya's body got too violent to be ignored and he took the first step forwards, towards you.

"you asked me to choose right? loyalty or love?" chuuya continued but you did not understand where he is going with this so you settled with nodding unsurely.

"i needed time to think about it. to ignore you was a mistake on my part but i don't regret it." chuuya stopped infront of you and if there is one thing above the rest that should be admired the most about him then it should be his ability to hold eye contact and just show the person he is talking to about his exact emotions running through him at the moment.

the red haired raised his hand to run his knuckles through your cheek and you shuddered upon feeling his touch after a week and especially after feeling it so intimately.

"fuck, your brother will kill me if he knows what i am doing to you." chuuya sighed fondly before he continued,

"because what couldn't be decided even in a week was made clear in just an hour when you blatantly ignored me -- okay that was my fault and i am a bastard for ignoring you so will you let me make it up to you?" spoken under one breath were the words which revealed the fragility of this man but you were more hurt and you were going to show it to him.

"i don't know if that's a good idea --" your words were stuck in your throat by the man infront of you stepping forwards and clasping his fingers around your forearm to pull you forwards.

your chest bumped into his and your heart almost flipped down to your stomach in surprise and giddy excitement.

"i will make sure you don't regret your time. please?" chuuya tilted his head and once again began to trail his knuckles down your cheeks and towards your throat.

his free hand was by his side yet it shook as it resisted the urge to grab your waist.

"are you -- are you -- you know . . . asking me out on a date?" you stammered as his hand went down your collarbones, you could feel his cold skin touching the area below your collarbones like a snake slithering before it went even lower to play with the edges of your top's neckline.

"consider it one but i swear the real one would be better." he spoke with such exasperation that it made you melt at his pitiful state. eyebrows were scrunched together as he gazed at you like a hungry man looks at those who help him.

but you gulped and were about to shake your head to reject his proposal but how could you when the man who commands seduction traced his fingers up and down the length of your arm.

your knees wobbled under his intense stare and bumped into his as you felt the gravity supporting you play a trick on you or maybe it was your brain who weakened under his stare.

"when?" you try to breath out your nervousness but to no avail as the red head extended his same hand of temptation to carass the small of your back as he leaned down to have his nose graze the curve of your jaw.

many emotions felt by humans happen on a impulse and before said human can realise what situation he weaved, he is already moving through the course of time and paying the role his fate has written for him.

chuuya's sudden panick, desperation and feeling of loneliness and dreadful thoughts can fall under the same category and it is safer to leave his intentions as a result of his epiphany and overwhelmingly strong and overpowering emotions and feelings. to go and try to understand his every action will only be a waste of time because this probability is a small percent or fraction of one percent of chance which he decided to take at this exact second and minute. so to simply put it, the surroundings, his own mental state and feelings and the course of events which flowed out lead him to have this realization and grasp the chance which he craved out himself as the one already presented to him would've been on the following dawn after the night you two spend. he deliberately allowed that chance to slip through his fingers.

and chuuya nakahara was never taught how to handle emotions. for how can he of all feel emotions?

the one who can't distinguish pain from love will always welcome pain with opened arms.

and nakahara was never the first choice so when he found a person ; your brother, who holds him with with importance, chuuya doesn't want to let go of this.

but now love is tearing him and love is making him feel. this makes him panick. this makes him desperate to be quick to make a move.

but this is all just a waste of time -- chuuya doesn't want to understand the meaning of his intentions and feelings and would rather want to go with the flow and swim in his feelings.

after all, no one is a better fraud then he is. confidence is nothing but a mirage he makes everyone believe and the worth to actually have someone to call his own, his lover, is something chuuya is afraid of.

for love is followed by pain and pain is followed by despair.

and he who can not distinguish his fears from his desire can never distinguish pain from love but he did, now. albeit forcefully but he did.

"tomorrow? night?" he murmured against your skin and the man felt drunk yet sober enough. drunk on the feeling of your skin on his, sober enough to relish the sensation. he began to mark your jaw with small and quick pecks. they felt tingly and unfairly short for shouldn't his lips linger on your skin long enough to leave marks?

you do not speak for the inability to speak in a stable tone is not within your limits now. you only hum but even that sounded shaky -- and you only realise it after you feel chuuya's lips spread in a small smile.

"can i kiss you?" chuuya whispered as he raised his eyes to peek up at you while he still continued to peck your jaw and as you lowered your eyes to look at him with your eyes half lidded as they threatened to close due to his lips on your skin and the hormones and emotions it's stimulating, chuuya nakahara became the most humane when he forgot how to breath and what an irony is this that the red head felt the most human and most comfortable in his skin at the moment when he is unable to respire which is fundamental for a human's survival.

no. respiration makes one another animal on this planet, another chordate and another mammal but feeling this sweet emotion, feeling flowers bloom inside his body and feeling optimistic that perhaps a small percentage of things working out in his favor exists, this is what makes one human. no?

after all is human not he who has humanity? and what is humanity if not respect and love for everything? but what is a real human and not a facade of one if he doesn't feel despair?

after despair and pain only does happiness come and he who did not taste despair is unfortunately and will always be unaware of the real taste of joy.

"my brother is passed out just behind you. you are taking advantage of the situation. are you not?" you manage to smile yet it only added more to make your lust for the man available.

chuuya stood straight and leaned near you with one of his arms wrapping around your shoulder as the fingers of said arm gently flicked your cheek and he tilted his head before he smirked, "i have always been an opportunist after all, so . . . may i?"

"can you?" you throw the question back at him, growing flustured under his direct stare.

"i am sure i can." he muttered, leaning closer to your lips but he did it so excruciatingly slowly that it made you want to push him forwards in hopes of showing the same desperation that you are feeling.

"then why don't you?" you whisper and it's a miracle how rapidly your eyes focus on his lips before focusing on his eyes and vice versa. your heart beat is the declaration to your brain that perhaps you can never be mad at chuuya no matter what he does and that's terrifying.

"because i am scared of not being able to stop once i begin." chuuya whispered and the proximity between you two made it so his breath could hit your lips and that was it.

the thread of patience began to stretch when he began to ignore you. it stretched and stretched till it was barely hanging on and now it snapped.

you grab his shirt to pull him closer as you place your lips against his and almost immediately, chuuya wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you closer.

chuuya missed the feeling of his lips moving against your's, the way just a tap on the small of your back was all he needed for you to get the signal and part your lips to allow his tongue inside.

he forced you to take a step backwards while his tongue teased your own with a a feather like, almost barely existent lick which made your knees to shake once and you were sure you would've fell on your knees had it not been for the red head whose hand went behind your thigh to grab it and force you to keep standing.

the moment he pulls back slightly to let you two catch your breaths, you run your hand through his hair before grabbing his roots to tilt his head down so you could capture his lips in your's again. you parted your lips after he gently bit down on your bottom lip before he licked it to soothe the pain.

chuuya continued to make you walk backwards till the back of your knee hits the edge of your bed and you fall on it with him.

his hand carassed your jaw while the other sneaked up from behind your thigh to grab your hand.

when you two separated again, you were panting as you stared at chuuya on top of you who brought your hand near his lips -- his cheeks were coated with a light blush as he too tried to grasp whatever oxygen he could around him.

chuuya began by kissing your knuckles before he continued his trail of kisses down the length of your arm, staring from your wrist which he gently bit on to leave a small mark, towards your elbow and forearm before his lips were on your shoulder.

he pulled down on your top to give him access to your skin and your breath hitched when he raised his eyes to stare at you while kissing your shoulder.

but before he could go on any further, the vibration in his back pocket caused due to his phone and chuuya cursed under his breath. planting one hand beside your head to support his leaning body, his other hand reached into his backpocket to take his phone out and accept the call and as he talked, chuuya looked down at you with a apologetic smile.

"your phone is a real cockblocker." you teased his as soon as he ended the call. he hummed before he leaned down to peck your lips.

"isn't it?" he muttered as he leaned up to look at your face again and it looked as if he wanted to speak something, to confess something, to reveal something but he dared not to in the confinements of the four walls and the one sided company of your passed out brother.

chuuya sat up on top of you, his legs straddling your thighs as he ran a hand through his head before he glanced at the time on his phone which showed it is currently past midnight.

it's not ideal but when has he ever been ideal?

he isn't ideal but desirable and the forbidden which a lost soul searches for.

he extended his hand towards you and you blinked, "pardon?" you muttered and watch how the ends of his lips get curled into a somewhat embarassed boyish grin.

"i might have to change up our plans for tomorrow. got a call from my professor, ya know, extra classes and stuff? oh doll, why is everyone so adamant on making my life more harder, hmm?" chuuya muttered and as you placed your hand on top of his, he brought it to his face to nuzzle his cheek against your palm.

soon you found you are not in a position to ever refuse chuuya but perhaps you knew it all along and never just actually realized the depth of this habit.

you also found that your assumption of chuuya being the calm headed of the two (him and your brother) was incorrect as who in their right mind would take someone to the nearest park after midnight, when not another soul, not even guards are present?

but maybe you loved the thrill chuuya brought along with him as much as you loved chuuya himself so you didn't point out the abrupt and sudden 'date'. you walked extremely close to the redhead as you kept on clinging onto his arm in fear of anything unordinary popping out of thin air to scare you.

the night time, despite your childish terror, is peaceful and still. to be able to walk next to chuuya here as the silence of the air makes it easier for you to hear his footsteps, the shuffle of his clothes and limbs and the way he is humming a tune -- it's all as audible as your own heart beating for you.

"how are you academically?" you asked in hopes of starting a conversation and start a conversion it did.

chuuya's bottom lip unconsciously jutted out a bit as he pondered hard over the question, he looked adorable if you must admit.

"i guess a bit above average?" he finally answered after thinking for so long and even if chuuya is a guy who wears confidence as his perfume, his confidence always carried a pleasant fragrance and not a overbearing and suffocating one.

"you are too humble, aren't you?" you smile before you hummed, looking down at the path you two walked on and focusing on how your skirt (you had pulled out an outfit at the last minute since you refused to go out with chuuya under-dressed, even if said outing is just a walk into the nearest park) brushed against your thighs each time you raised your legs to walk.

"not really. i . . i used to be really sharp in studies in my first year and so but since this year, i don't perform as good as i used to." there was a short moment of distraction caused by the wind blowing which made you shudder and shift close to chuuya, the action done in such a way that the back of your thigh barely grazed his crotch.

"really? why?" you look at him as you tilted your head in a way to study him and find the reason behind his decrease in performance.

and something about the way you stared at chuuya with eyes holding nothing but fondness for him had chuuya gulping, not in panick or nervousness, but rather to gulp down his own nearly bursting feelings and desires.

"c'mere doll," chuuya grabbed the curve of your waist to pull you towards the nearest bench and made you sit next to him, the action causing you to bite your lip as even his mere touch still felt like the touch of a celestial entity. in the sense that one touch is enough to ignite your skin.

chuuya's arm was streched behind you on the bench as he looked at you, the other hand raising to carass your jaw as he explained his reasoning, "everyone is broke unless you are from a rich family and many people find . . . unusual alternatives to earn money fast, i did too. a friend of mine once took me to an underground racing side show. got interested and now that's how i earn."

"through illegal means?" you raised your eyebrows at the revelation as your eyes casted downwards to watch how delicately the tip of his nail of his index finger grazed your skin and as much as it felt ticklish, it felt just as satisfying.

"what's a little harm in breaking rules every now and then?" maybe it's the drop in the temperature or just in octaves of his voice but whatever the reason may be, you shuddered. you raised your eyes to look at his face again and oh, has any man ever lived after staring right at him who is a dangerous seduction or are you an exception because you caught on the softness at the edges of his otherwise seductive eyes.

"honestly don't think you are much of a rule breaker chu." you teased but your words were meant to rile him up even in the slightest to see if he would react in a way which would satisfy you and your ever growing desires.

"what makes you think so?" he raised his eyebrows in amusement, his light and barely there touch on your cheek now turned into his index finger tracing along your neck and towards your collarbone.

"you seem to be afraid of my brother." you grinned a bit and tried not to focus on how frequently his action is making you gulp, you were afraid of clenching your thighs together but every time you feel your wet core clench against nothing, you were becoming more and more aware of your growing lust.

"what makes you think that little doll?" chuuya smirked as he taunted you and you found it hard to resist smiling as you leaned a bit near him, your forearm brushing against his arm and for a moment that stole chuuya's attention, when he looked back at you again, he saw you grinning smugly.

"because my brother can kick your ass." you tease and chuuya raised one of his eyebrows in sheer amusement before he jabbed his thumb in his direction.

"you think your brother can beat me? chuuya nakahara?" he scoffed but it was all meant in a playful fashion and you nodded.

you were nervous but you still pushed forwards to grab his thumb which was still pointed at himself before you placed it on the space between both your collarbones and slowly began to drag it down. your eyes was on his face and you watched him bite down on his bottom lip slightly as his eyes trailed down to follow your hand guiding his thumb down your chest.

chuuya grinned smugly and bended his thumb when the pad of his thumb came in contact with your top, the action of his causing your top to be pulled down enough to reveal your bra to him.

"what makes you think your brother can kick my ass?" he asked in a low and gravelly tone, raising his eyes to stare at you again as the smirk on his lips was hard to get rid off. he just found you and your assumption to be quite adorable.

"isn't the reason of you not making any move on me not enough for me to think so? with the way you've been acting chuuya, i really doubt my assumptions are wrong. you are scared of my brother." you giggle as you stare at him a bit arrogantly but that did not lasted long as chuuya raised his hand which was pulling down on your top just a few seconds ago to grab your jaw and pull your face towards his, the smirk on his face glinted with danger.

"you really think that?" he asked for the last time under the witness of the few stars twinkling in the sky, the moon not to be seen anywhere and maybe that's why the lamp lights on the park flushed their light down at you two in humiliation of not doing a job as good as the natural celestial body does.

you flushed too, legs clenched shut as your chest heaved upon feeling chuuya's breath hit your lips before you nodded.

chuuya was selfless but you weren't, not in this sense atleast. you wanted him and if he did too then why not push him over the edge?

"i can almost imagine how adorable you will look once i prove you wrong." danger is he, and danced with danger, you did.

"go on, prove it then." you challenged and this is the final pedestal you will place chuuya on if he could keep on his word to make it up or not.

and when has chuuya ever disappointed someone?

"if you say so." he hastily mumbled before placing his lips on your's again and immediately you felt his hot breath moving past the security of your lips to enter your mouth and make you let out a pant, your hands tried to grab at his jacket but the hand which was behind you and on the bench, suddenly found itself holding both of your wrists on your lap, on top of your pubis mound.

chuuya's teeth clashed against your own as he continued his assault on your lips but it wasn't the way he sucked on your tongue that had you whining but the hand which was holding both of your wrists as he pushed your wrists down on your pubis mound and you felt the slightest of pleasure.

your legs parted and chuuya tugged your wrists even lower before stopping when they finally rested on top of where your clit is. he presses your wrists down on your clit to stimulate a weak pleasure before lifting your wrists for a few seconds so the pleasure could disappear completely before pressing your wrists down again.

he separated his lips from yours forcefully to allow both of you to breath before he leaned in again.

this action of your wrists pressed down on your cunt had you digging your nails in your palm as you felt your mind going insane, you felt annoyed and bothered by his teasing and wanted him to do more to you already but he didn't. and so you bit down on his bottom lip but that just earned a moan from him as chuuya adjusted himself to lower his upper body a bit so he could be in line with your lips and he pushed his tongue against your lower lip again as if telling you to bite his lip again.

you found it fascinating how easily you always gave in to him. your teeth gently sinked onto his plush lip again and he whined out, gasping slightly at the newfound pleasure his body is feeling.

he once again broke the kiss but everytime he did to give you time to breathe, he returned to kiss you with just as much passion as the very first time.

you feel yourself growing flush but the embarrassment isn't enough to overcome your arousal and so, despite the shame you felt, you began to hump at your wrists in attempts to feel some kind of friction against your clothed cunt, palms formed into fists as you tried to find an angle where your lips would hit against your knuckles to produce some kind of fiction.

the pleasure did came but only twice and with the amount of effort you put inside to feel it, the pleasure didn't feel rewarding enough and when chuuya noticed your hips stop as you didn't hump against your fists and he stopped holding your jaw and instead, planted his hand to grip on the back of the bench as he slowly climbed on top of you while trying his best to not break from the kiss.

his knees were pressed against the bench and if he tried to close his legs, he could squeeze your hips -- this is how close his knees are to your hips and waist. chuuya leaned his body down a bit and lowered himself till he found himself to be in the position where he could lift your wrists to nudge your fists against his growing hard on. he hissed at the contact and released a whimper when your palms cupped his clothed cock.

you squeezed it and he immediately bucked his hips forwards and did so again when you squeezed it again.

chuuya separated his lips from your's, a thin string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips with his and he smiled at the sight of your swollen and flushed lips.

"i am scared of your brother? what foolish words. he can't do shit to me even as i fuck his sister dumb in a park. but you would like that wouldn't you? isn't this why you are pushing my buttons, preety doll?" chuuya rasped out as he began to make his way down your body by trailing kisses down your lips to your jaw to your neck and down your clothed chest.

the sensation of the very faint feeling of his lips on your clothes as he teased you by kissing your clothed breast had you whining in frustration. chuuya doesn't lift his head up but trails his eyes up to look at you.

"hm? want something? gotta tell me what you want, doll." every word leaving his lips had a physical effect on you as his lips brushed against your clothed yet still somewhat feel-able hardened nipple.

you nod but chuuya only tutted, his kisses trailing down your stomach before he gently smacked your knee.

"use your words, you didn't seem to be running out of them when you ran your cute dumb mouth around just a few minutes ago." chuuya taunted.

"for a guy scared of my brother, you sure have a big ego." you breath out and chuuya raised his eyebrows as he immediately got off you, kneeling infront of you instead.

he sighed in faux disappointment as he grabbed your thighs and harshly shoved them away to spread them, the skirt you wore (only for the purpose of tempting chuuya to have his hands all over you) rides up and he tutted again at the sight of the wet patch on your panties.

"it's my fault after all," chuuya began with a sigh as he raised his middle finger to press the back of said finger right on top of the wetness and to feel the sticky slick on his skin, "giving into your every demand since childhood, treating you like my princess even when your brother told me i am spoiling you." chuuya sighed again before he curled his middle finger and pushed it against your panties, you jumped with a cracked moan as you look down to see him staring at your pussy.

"made you a brat so i guess it's only right i pull the brat out of you too? huh? wanna make you my good doll again so badly." chuuya looked up at you with eyebrows raised for permission and you immediately nodded and stammered,

"p-please chuuya, wanna be your girl! so, so badly!" for who could keep their composure infront of this man who must be why mirrors were invented so he and everyone else could admire his beauty.

chuuya sighed before he smiled fondly, "it's not your fault doll, not at all. i love you too much to not spoil you, come on, be a brat. i'll handle it." he muttered as he raised your skirt higher till it remained racked on your waist before he trailed his hands down, you shuddered and felt your pussy oozing out more wetness at the touch.

"wanna make you my girl as well doll. you are my only girl after all. my favorite forever." chuuya crooned as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and he pushed it down in one motion, letting it drop by his feet as he stared up at your glistening and pulsating pussy.

"gonna knock some senses into your brother if that bastard doesn't let me have you. that fucker better not try to keep me away from my doll and my pussy." chuuya gritted, gulping as he immediately raised his head towards your pussy.

the sight of his face buried between your thighs made you release a shaky breath.

your eyes widened in pleasure before closing as chuuya's tongue touched your inner labia before he licked a long strip along it.

"all barks and no talks isn't a trait that suits you chuuya." you grit out as a deadly mixture of pleasure and anger emits from your body in the form of your words. anger for the way he feels the same as you do yet is hesitant to take a step forwards but so are you so you guess it's only fair, huh.

the red haired man's tongue licked from your inner labia to your clit and he immediately flicked the bud with his tongue before speaking against it in his low voice,

"yeah? but i bite too doll," he told and to prove his words, chuuya gently bit down on your inner thigh before raising his head towards your cunt again.

you felt his wet and warm tongue on your bundle of nerve as you let out small short breaths which soon turned into you full on whimpering when his lips enclosed around the bud and he began to suck on it.

you shakily tilt your head back to rest it against the edge of the bench as you feel chuuya raising your leg, holding your leg by your ankle as he tugged on it to make you look at him and when you did, you bit your lip to not let out a moan.

chuuya licked his lips as he kept his eyes on you, they were half lidded to tell you that just one lick and the man already seemed to grow a extreme liking to your cunt and having it against his face. chuuya leaned his head near your ankle and began to kiss his way up your leg and that, along with the night breezes hitting your bare pussy has you whimpering.

you didn't even seem to realise the setting you are in yet but chuuya did and the thought of someone, possibly a guard walking on a stroll and coming across you two had him sinking his teeth on the side of your thigh. he nibbled his way up and the skin he nibbled on turned a light shade of pink as if it's his mark he is leaving.

chuuya stopped once he was infront of your bare cunt again and he blowed a puff of air on it to see your thighs jerk yet your cunt clenched around nothing.

both of his hands found solace on top of your thighs as he held your legs apart and dipped his head down towards your cunt, he stopped to adjust the grip of his hand and lift your leg over his shoulder.

the anticipation was sweet but the action following it was addicting. your head fell back as you felt chuuya's tongue lapping at your labia again before he thrusted his tongue into your hole as if he had enough of this game of teasing he is playing with you. you moaned out his name when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you as he made out with your pussy and after that till the time you actually cummed, you only moaned out his name again and again as you were a withering mess.

the moans entered his ear and were converted into praises or cheers to continue on and continue is what he did when he raised his head to circle his tongue around your bud again while he entered one finger into your hole to immediately make up for the lack of his tongue.

his tongue swirled slowly yet with force but his finger thrusting in and out of you was fast and some what faint till he inserted one more finger till it was knuckle deep into you and the reward he got was the chocked moan you released when his newly entered finger immediately grazed against your g-spot.

chuuya pulled his fingers back and thrusted them in together --the index and the middle finger. the index brushed against your walls and you clamped around it which made him release a moan on your clit but the middle finger as it was longer in length, found your g-spot and he hitted it before curling his finger and bumping the knuckle of it against your g-spot.

kitty licks to harsh sucks to gentle flicking -- your bud is the sole victim of his abuse and this has you shaking as you feel this along with the thrusts and curls of his fingers pull at the knot in your stomach in two directions, it's stretching and stretching and your abdomen feels like burning pleasantly.

"you better fucking thank me when you come all over my face." chuuya whispered against your bud, his hot breath along with the cold night breeze pulled the knot in your stomach in one direction ; chuuya's middle finger slowly curled and pressed against your g-spot before it began hitting it continuously and hastily and that was what it took to break the knot in your stomach as you screamed in pleasure, thighs squeezing around his head as you cummed.

"thank you, thank you -- thank yo-- aah, chuuya!" you screamed as the man didn't seem to stop but greedily lapped at each and every part of your cunt to not waste even a drop of your cum.

had he been the wanderer in a desert coming across a oasis? or are you a mirage?

whoever you are, you have him greedily lapping at your cunt as his fingers too didn't once stop thrusting and as good as it felt before, now, due to oversensitivity, your hands reached down to grab his hair to pull him up, to let him know you can't take one more orgasm by pulling on his roots had him humming in pleasure against your pussy.

he leaned his head down to push his tongue inside your hole again and it was when his nose bumped against your clit that you began to grind against his face as a newly formed knot in your abdomen played tricks on your brain and you just needed to break it, to release, to cum again and to feel the ecstacy again.

the continuous colliding of his nose against your clit is the main source of pleasure this time and what pushed you over the edge as you screamed once again in the empty park, a little after midnight, without a shame or care in the world.

"thank you! thank you!" you repeated again and again as your thighs and maybe even your legs shaked but none of you paid it any heed, not when you came all over chuuya's face so prettily and not when his tongue lapping and sucking on your over sensitive and puffy cunt is messing with your brain.

you found time to breath and to calm down only when chuuya pulled back from your cunt and looked at you, when you looked back down at him, you nearly released another moan at the sight of his chin and jaw dripping with your juices. chuuya licked his lips, licking your juices as he smirked at you while panting a bit, his own arousal messing with his mind.

"next time you try to be a brat and i'll put you in your place infront of everyone." he threatened and you shook your head, smiling.

"you won't." you whispered as it was hard to find your voice after being eaten out for the first time and chuuya realised it too by the way your thighs were still shaking.

"yeah, i won't -- unless i am pushed to do it of course." chuuya grinned and winked at you before he laid the flat of his palm against your thigh and began to caress it, other hand moving to unbuckle his belt as he demanded, "on all fours, be quick doll. we have twenty minutes before the old guard wakes up."

── ❀ *̥˚─── EXTRA SNIPPET ❀ *̥˚─

"chuuuuuya! please come here, i want to talk to you." your brother sang in a cherry like voice which made chuuya's heart freeze in terror.

the man looked at you with a frown as he nearly whined, "this is it. he's gonna kill me. i am as good as dead meat --"

you lean near the fretting man to kiss his lips gently before patting his shoulder as you roll your eyes, "its my brother. you can literally punch him if he tries something."

chuuya took a deep breath before he nodded with a determined look on his face and stood up from the couch, walking towards the stairs to climb upstairs.

yet the moment he stepped inside your brother's room and closed the door, chuuya groaned as your brother punched him on his side.

"fucker! 'your sister is my sister' bullshit!" your brother growled as he glared at chuuya who smiled sheepishly and raised his arms to surrender himself infront of your brother's wrath.

"you are a fucking snake! a scorpion who stabs people from the back!" your brother yelled as he frantically looked around, spotting a cushion lying on the edge of his bed and he picked it up before throwing it at chuuya who ducked in time to save his face from being hit.

"a fucking crocodile!" your brother threw another insult as he climbed on the bed to pick another pillow before trying to throw it at chuuya again who jumped this time.

"c-come on man --"

"silence." your brother growled again and chuuya immediately placed his index finger against his lips, nodding.

". . 'you don't need to worry. i will treat your sister with the same fragility as you do.' what a disgusting liar you are! you-- come here bastard!" your brother yelled as he tried to get off the bed and catch chuuya who stuck his tongue out, opening the door and running out.

"i do treat her with fragility . . . only not in bed --"

"you punk!" your brother yelled at chuuya's provocation as the two ran down the stairs with your brother still trying to catch chuuya who looked over his shoulder and blew your brother a kiss, further annoying him.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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system-to-the-madness · 3 months

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Why Kenji shouldn't find out if you get bullied

TW: bullying.

Just a small idea (wc: 170) that has been bringing me immense comfort recently due to given events in my own life.

The last person who should find out you, member of the ADA, get bullied is Kenji.

Yeah, the Port Mafia is dangerous (whose members would never admit it, but they care for you, so nobody gets to make you feel bad about yourself). Akutagawa can be overprotective as hell, Nakahara is a force of nature and on the ADA's side, Ranpo can be surprisingly cruel when people he loves suffer (and since you're a member of the Agency he loves you). Dazai, of course, is the incarnation of chaos, and Atsushi, just like Akutagawa, turns very protective and Fukuzawa will not stand for his employers getting mistreated by anyone, but we all know what happens when Kenji gets angry. And he'd get angrier than ever before if he found out the sweet person who he considers his older sibling gets bullied.

Those bullies better start praying real hard that he doesn't find out, because if he does, no force in heaven, earth or hell would be able to save them.

also i may have emotionally adopted Kenji bc we look a little bit alike and i just need someone to emotionally protect me rn.

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thebelladonnaofbuffoonery · 5 months

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❀ MORNING ❀

ngl, i stole this whole scene from a dream i had.

CONTENT: drabble, chuuya x reader, 368 words, fluff

chuuya looked so peaceful when he was asleep. his face softened considerably, with uncreased eyebrows and a little pout on his soft lips, leaving him looking a lot less threatening than usual.

you had one leg over his, your arm rested on his chest, rising and falling with his slow breath as you watched him in complete adoration.

you propped yourself up on your elbow, softly bringing the hand on his chest up to his face to gently brush away stray locks, allowing them to join the rest of his flaming hair fanned out against the pillow.

he barely moved in his slumber, stirring for a moment before sighing in content.

you leaned down to kiss the corner of his lips, smiling to yourself when you watched it quirk up at your action. one of his eyes squinted open, his brows furrowing once more and lips returning to a thin line.

“you missed,” he grumbled horsley, closing his eye again and gently grabbing the hand that had been playing with his hair and returning it to his head.

you giggled and placed a gentle kiss on his lips as your hand returned to playing with his hair. he smiled, his eyebrows relaxing under your affection.

“you’re so pretty,” you whispered, kissing his jawline, down his neck and across his shoulder. when you brought your head back up to look at him, he was pouting.

“i am not pretty,” he insisted.

you hummed in false contemplation before threading both hands into his hair to massage his head, “yes, yes you are.”

he grumbled something like a reluctant “okay” and shut his eyes once more, bringing his hand under your shirt to run his fingers across your back.

his phone on the bedside table buzzed with a phone call, pulling you both from the moment. chuuya groaned dramatically and slapped his hand against it and brought it over, squinting in his sleepy state to read it. akutagawa.

“he can wait,” chuuya decided, throwing his phone back on the side table and lunging for you, pushing you down to lay on your back and nuzzling into your neck, wrapping his arms under your waist to hold you closer to him.

#bungo stray dogs #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #fluff #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chūya x reader

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simp4bsdcharacters · 10 months

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Chuuya Dating Hcs!! (SFW)

Augh I love my boy A-5158 sm

Confession!!

Chuuya was not sure at all how to confess to you

Poor boy just came up at your house/apartment and said « Would you go out with me » with a bunch of your favourite flowers and some chocolate

Chuuya’s look just screamed « accept me »

Hear me out when I say this

Chuuya Nakahara did not scream 🤯🤯

He didn’t want to scare you off for what could be your first date with him <3

When you said yes, he was extremely happy, just concealing it

And yeah, that’s pretty much how you and Chuuya started dating

Dates!!

Chuuya would be the type to take things nice and slow

So you guys’s first date was probably just cuddling on your couch while watching TV

As I said, NICE AND SLOW

If you guys are into first-date sex, it’s not for you that he’ll (politely) decline but for himself

Chuuya doesn’t feel ready 💀

(Tell Dazai about this)

When his trust in you evolves, he’ll feel ready to have sex

But not for now 😌

General hcs!!

If you work at the ADA, Chuuya WILL find Dazai and ask him about how you’re doing when you aren’t answering the phone

If Dazai refuses to tell him anything my dude will fucking fight in the middle of the streets for info 🥴

Call him a stalker he’ll be proud of it

If you’re in the PM and going on a mission alone he’s going to say, I quote « But [Y/N], if you get injured while I’m not here I could never forgive myself!! » just so he can stay with you ❤️❤️

Chuuya would grab your hand on any mission you guys are on, at a random moment

’’CHUUYA, LET GO OF MY HAND HE’S CATCHING UP TO US WITH A KNIFE!!’’

‘’NEVER!!!!’’

Onto the first kiss because it wouldn’t dating hcs if no first kiss 😒

Ahem-

A W K W A R D

VERY VERY VERYYYY AWKWARD

Chuuya will NOT lean into the kiss, you will

He will NOT kiss back until you elbow him

Chuuya gets embarrassed for the slightest shit that could happen what would you expect from him ☹️

Call Chuuya your ChuuChuu Train

He will blush and tell you to stfu but he actually like it when you call him that

Its comforting him smh 🤷‍♀️

He doesn’t know how to express his love for you, so most of the time, it’s just lewd physical touches like groping your ass at a random moment or smth

But Chuuya does help you around the house sometimes

He won’t admit it but it’s because he likes doing the laundry to see what you wear throughout the week

Listen guys Chuuya Nakahara is actually a good cook guys 😔😔

and he mastered the art of cleaning as well for unknown reasons

He’s proud of himself when he achieved something for you, he likes to prove his love

I ran out of ideas (help) anyway byee~

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zaiichuu · 1 year

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hello!! i saw you wanted requests so i’m here ;)) can i request hcs on how dazai + chuuya would react upon seeing their significant other/ex after a couple of years. they didn’t exactly break things off, but when y/n left the port mafia they got into an argument with dazai/chuuya. ofc when they reunite though dazai is in the ada 🙏🏻 ofc if you don’t wanna write it that’s alr <3

hii sorry i took forever to answer 🙏

reunited.

chuuya x reader + dazai x reader (seperate)

warnings ; none i hope? i attempted to make this fluffy with sm angst.

DAZAI OSAMU

- let's say you argued as you were both leaving the port mafia

- idk why you guys were arguing, honestly 🤷

- you probably wanted to come with him, but he didn't want you to or smth

- as for you two meeting (4 years later), you were just walking around and looking for a job

- you came across the ada and decided to try and work there and that's where you saw him again.

- neither of you were really mad at eachother and caught up quickly.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

- oh boy.

- you told him you were leaving and he just gets pretty much mad and sad asking just why

- you also didn't mention you were leaving with dazai.

- after you left he pretty much just ghosted you, and you could understand why.

- 4 years later you're working in the ada with dazai and you had to go on a mission

- during that mission you met chuuya again

- he would pretty much just ignore you unless he actually had to speak to you.

- if you do start talking again he wont forgive you for a while n he'll be pretty frustrated that you just left him with out telling him why.

- he might eventually forgive you and you can begin to rebuild the relationship you once had. <3

thank you for requesting and im sorry i could answer sooner! 😭

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stqrbxy · 1 year

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as the moon rises. [中也] chuuya nakahara.

you smiled to yourself softly as you looked at your figure in the mirror. you wore a tight black outfit that highlighted your curves perfectly, it was topped off with the pair of custom-made matching gloves chuuya had brought you on one of your dates, which were beautifully threaded together while his one was of leather. despite the broad difference, it counterparts both yours’ and chuuyas' hands elegantly.

seeing as your outfit was complete all you had to do was to put on your shoes, which you stuck to a pair of long, high, autumn red platforms. you applied some strawberry lipstick and headed outside with your minimalistic obsidian tote bag which somehow suited your opposite, formal wear; getting your phone out of your bag, you dialled his number.

"hello?" you softly whispered through the loud breezes of the night air blowing pleasantly in your direction.

"doll?" you heard his voice mutter out, in an equally quiet voice, which made a soft smile make its way up to your lips. you nodded, despite knowing that he couldn't see you, right when you were about to answer, some words had already split from his lips before yours.

"i'm to your right, doll." you looked towards your right to see a ducati 1299 panigale parked with its owner on top of it, hovering slightly. he flashed you a confident smirk as he lowered his cell phone when you called off the call and walked towards him with a soft smile. seeing your movements, he too got off his motorcycle

"you look gorgeous as always." he smirked teasingly at the heat appearing on your cheeks, as you kissed his cheek.

"ah, you missed." "hm? what do you mean…—" you were cut off by a pair of soft, moist lips landing on yours.

you blushed as his lips left yours moments later, you giggled slightly at the state of his lips as a sweet colour smudged his normally pink lips. chuuya rose an eyebrow at this before you gestured to his lips, making him smirk as he looks at the smudged lipstick. he looked so beautiful, a star in the dark, absolutely breathtaking. as he smiled to himself, a soft blush dusted his porcelain skin, he took a deep breath before reaching his right hand to you and placing his left hand on his back, shooting you a lovestruck smile as you returned him starstruck eyes.

“shall we head out to our date, my love?”

[ a.n ] my first ever fanfic / drabble, how was it? ^^

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verlaines-corner-archive · 2 years

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Telling them you want to marry them (PM, minus Mori, Elise, and Kyu)

@sips-tea-cutely said you wanted a pm version 👀

Chūya chokes on his wine, coughing into his elbow before turning to you. He asks if he heard correctly, and when you say he did he’s fighting back a wide smile, trying his best to remain composed. His attempt at remaining calm is clumsily endearing, especially when it all but melts as soon as you embrace him. He silently thanks whoever blessed him with you, keeping you close for the rest of the evening.

Kōyō lets out a small gasp, hand moving to cover her mouth. She refuses your eye contact for a moment, cheeks dusted pink as she tries to figure out what to say. Marry her? No, no. She had forsaken love, cast it aside as weakness. She is not fit for such things. Yet when you say her name, concern lacing your tone she falters, scolding herself for even thinking of turning away. Kōyō pulls you into her, holding you selfishly close as she promises to forever treasure you.

Akutagawa coughs into his hand, eyes widening and body filling with an uncomfortable warmth. He won’t deny that he’s thought about such things before, but to find out that the feeling is mutual completely throws him off guard. He asks if you’re certain and when you say yes he weakly calls you an idiot before almost hesitantly taking you into his arms. He can’t fathom why you’d ever want to marry someone like him, but he does know that’d he’d be a fool to refuse.

Gin tells you that she feels the same immediately, her voice full of conviction. She’s red in the face, shaking slightly from the embarrassment, and every nerve in her body is telling her to run away. Yet despite this she takes your hands in hers, never breaking eye contact. She refuses to hide at such an important moment, refuses to not face you and express her love.

Higuchi squeals when the words leave your mouth, mind and heart racing. She’s unable to form words at first, so overwhelmed that she simply stands there for a moment before almost knocking the wind out of you in a hug. She sways the two of you back and forth a little, tears forming in her eyes as she starts to ramble about how she’d love that and just how lucky she is to have you.

Tachihara grows quiet, nervously scratching the back of his head. He doesn’t know what to do. On one hand he wants nothing more, but on the other his true identity makes things difficult. He requests some time to himself and later that night he promises that the two of you will marry someday, just not yet.

Hirotsu contemplates what you said, taking a drag of his cigarette. For a moment he wonders if he’s too old for marriage, wonders if it’d be a good idea. Another moment and then he decides that no, it’s never too late to do such things. He’s calm as he places a kiss on your forehead, saying that feeling is mutual.

Oda lets out a thoughtful hum in response, hand moving down to his jacket pocket before producing a small velvet box. He’s casual as he places it in your hands, saying that he’s been meaning to put it to use for some time now. There’s a smile on his face as he looks at the ring on your finger, silently patting himself on the back for the choice. Makes a quip about needing to Dazai-proof the ceremony before making a more serious comment about announcing the engagement to the kids. They’ll be delighted, he’s sure of it.

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bobattea · 1 year

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Sugar daddy Chūya sugar daddy Chūya 👀🫠

#bsd x reader #bsd #bsd chūya #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chūya x reader #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bungou stray dogs x reader #Bungou stray dogs fanfic #chuuya imagines #bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction

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catmelonwriting · 1 month

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Again with me! I have a lot of ideas lately😭

I hope I'm not disturbing you

I request a clingy reader(fem!reader) with Chuuya(can be incest or no, your choice), I will say headcannons or not, so basically, they get in a argument, and Chuuya hits her!!! Out of anger! *gasp* :O

And chuuya tries and will make it up to her

Can be smut!

Angst to Fluff to maybe Smut????

I'll Make It Up To You

Warnings: Fem!reader, Slight manipulation, Hurt/veryminimalcomfort, chuuya being a freaking meanie, I'm much better at hcs but I wanted to practice doing oneshots, Kinda ooc

Characters: Chuuya

A/N: ilysm you are NOT disturbing me 💯 please keep requesting!!! You give me tons of motivation. All I have on this account is smut so I just made it hurt/comfort I hope that's okay 😇😇

Your front door slams, you hear shit falling off the walls and know he must be pissed. You creep down the stairs, tip toeing over to your boyfriend, pulling him into a hug. "Not in the mood." He grumbles, pushing you off by the head.

You wince a little at the pain of him tugging your hair, but say nothing about it. "Did you have a bad day at work?" You ask gently, taking a step back. "Oh my God, can't you just leave me alone? Are you capable of that?!" He snaps, turning around, glaring daggers into your eyes. "..Chuuya.. I just wanted to make sure you're oka-" Smack!

You look up at him, and he stares down with guilty eyes. Neither of you say anything until.. "Chuuya! What the fuck!" You take another step back, trying to stop the tears welling in your eyes from falling. "What is wrong with you??" You yell, your voice squeaky.

"Doll.. I'm sorry. You know I just had a bad day at work." He sounded exasperated. Really? Over him hitting you?? You storm back up the stairs, into your shared bedroom, and lock the door behind you.

You slide down the walls, head in your hands as you contemplate everything that had just happened. Was it really your fault for bothering him? No, it couldn't have been, those ads you see on YouTube.. those billboards on the road, always say it's never the victims fault. But are you really a victim? He only hit you once.. does the really count. You sat here for a minute, your mind pacing.

Your train of thought is broken by a small knock on the door. You stand up immediately to open the door, but you stand in the way of letting him in. He looked guilty, genuinely, really guilty. "Baby girl.. I'm sorry.. I just-" you cut him off. "Yeah, you fucking should be!" You yell, the tears starting to fall from your eyes. "..Isn't that a bit.. dramatic?" He groans.

"Dramatic? You're calling me dramatic now?" You scoff, staring at him in the eye. He sighs. "Bunny.. you know that's not what I meant, please, just let me make it up to you." Bunny, Doll, Babygirl, you were fucking tired of it.

"Stop with the fucking pet names you cunt! I'm pissed at you and you're calling me baby girl?!" You can't help but laugh. You're so angry and it's not funny but you just can't stop laughing. "What is wrong with you?" You ask, watching a pang of guilt in his eyes, "Ill.. um.. ill give you some more time." You swear you could hear his voice getting all squeaky and high pitched too, but you didn't comment on it.

You sat on your bed, contemplating the meaning of your existence, when you check your phone. It had been two hours since he came up to check on you, two hours since you made him feel shittier than he made you. You felt like such a terrible person.

You get off your bed, slowly opening the door and creeping downstairs to the living room where Chuuya is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and a book. He looked.. unbothered. Meanwhile you had tears and mascara streaming down your face.,

"Chuuya?" You whimper, he looks up, sighs and looks back down at his book, patting the couch next to him. "Come sit down." He mumbles, turning the page. You practically run over to the couch, digging your face into his side, he wraps his arm around your curled body as he sighs and puts the book down, keeping the wine.

"..I'm sorry. What I did was not right. There's no excuse for me to hit you like that." You hear his voice shaking, and you know he feels guilty. "It's okay.." you can't tell if you're telling the truth. You don't know whether it's okay. Can it ever be okay? "I'm sorry too.. for yelling at you and calling you a cunt." You sniffle, feeling, embarrassed? You felt overdramatic, like you needed to stop making a big deal out of such a little thing. It wasn't his fault, he was just stressed.

"Don't stress it." He sighs, leaning back into the couch. "I love you." He mumbles, and you mutter it right back, just like always. "I love you." That was true. And you knew that, and that's all that mattered. You two love each other and sometimes people in love make mistakes. Just keep telling yourself that.

"I'll make it up to you sweets." He mumbles, putting his glass down and laying his head on top of yours. "It's gonna be okay, I won't let this happen again." It feels like he's talking to himself more than you, but you still appreciate the sentiment.

"I love you." You whisper, one more time, before falling into a deep, well needed sleep.

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alyszuha · 8 months

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okay so if i wrote a oneshot with the general feeling of take my breath away by berlin, who would you guys want me to write it for? also im wondering if it should be a similar story to the scene in top gun 👀 lmk in the replies

edit: comment if you wanna be on the taglist !

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system-to-the-madness · 1 month

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Cherry Blossom Walks 🌸 Nakahara Chūya x Reader

Pairing: Nakahara Chūya x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 360 Warnings: mentions of death + illness + poverty Summary: Chūya takes you on a date but things don’t quite go as he expected

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All of a sudden, Chūya wasn’t so sure anymore, whether it had been a good idea to bring you to this park. Two years, that’s how long he had waited for the perfect time to ask you out, you a member of the armed detective agency. Two years in which he had scraped together his courage again and again to talk to you, only to always be interrupted by this idiot of a bean stalk called Dazai. But finally had done it, asked you to accompany him on a nice walk in the park to watch the cherry blossom together.

Chūya had been fairly certain he had made himself clear enough so that you would understand he had a romantic interest in you, but still he had been uncertain about how you would interpret the situation. Just to be sure, he had brough you a small bouquet of flowers when you had met up in front of the closest train station.

Now you were holding the flowers in your arm, a mix of whites, pastel pinks and light greens; a perfectly romantic, not too heavy, lighthearted spring bouquet. Your other arm was linked with his, rather formally he noticed, and not at all as close as he would have liked, making him question everything he had said and done in the past twenty minutes since you had met up.

You had seemed to be so happy about the flowers, had taken his arm so casually when he had offered it to you, had laughed so unashamedly at his dry sarcasm. But ever since you had first stepped through the gates of the park, you had stiffened up. Did you not like the park? He was sure he had told you where he intended to take you for your date. Had something happened here, and coming back made dark memories resurface? Did you not like the flowerbeds, filled to the brim with all the colours of the spring? Were you allergic to the cherry blossom that was in full bloom over your heads?

Just as you had reached a point, from where the water of the bay below reflected the already low sun beams in orange and golden sparks, and glittered through the pink petals of the Sakura trees, you suddenly stopped walking. Chūya, who had been about to suggest sitting down on a bench, got startled out of his thoughts. Confused at your sudden halt, he finally fully turned his head to take in your expression, which he had avoided doing in the past minutes, only glancing at you from the corner of his eyes until then. Shock raced through his body when he saw tears swimming in your eyes.

“What’s wrong,” he asked so quickly that he stumbled over his own words, not even caring about the way his voice hitched. Quickly he pulled away from you, placing his hands at your shoulders instead and chasing your gaze as you closed your eyes and turned your face away from him. “What’s wrong, talk to me, please.”

“Can we sit down for a moment,” you asked instead of answering him.

Your voice was quiet, but Chūya quickly nodded his head, gently but firmly guiding you to the closest bench. Warm afternoon sunlight flickered through the branches of the trees above you, making your skin glow beautifully. A tear ran down your cheek, catching the sunlight and glittering like a diamond.

Chūya’s heart broke at the sight of that tear; he was sure the crack had to be loud enough for you to hear.

What had happened?

Why where you crying?

Had he done something wrong? You had wanted to sit down, maybe your shoes were hurting your feet? No, he thought after a quick glance down, you were wearing sneakers. Unlikely that they would hurt your feet enough for you to cry. Maybe you had a stomach-ache, or cramps. Or a headache. Or all of that at once? Or had he had done something wrong? Said something wrong? Had you expected him to-

Before his thoughts could spiral further out of control, you suddenly spoke up.

“Do you even know how beautiful this park is?”

The question caught him off guard. He had expected a lot, had hoped you would address the cause of your distress, but you wanted to talk about the park? Alright, he would indulge you.

“I mean, it’s a beautiful park,” he shrugged, his eyes wandering over the plants and small pathways before you. “I like the colours and the way the sunlight reflects in the harbour.”

“I never could have imagined something so beautiful to exist in the world.”

Chūya blinked. Was that why you were crying? Because you thought this place was beautiful?

“How long have we known each other, Chūya? Two years?”

“Two years, three months and about one week,” he mumbled, although he wasn’t sure you had actually meant it as a question.

“Did you keep track?” The amusement in your voice lessened some of his anxiety.

“Of course not.”

Of course he had. Two years, three months and one week since he had first met you, since he had watched you burst into a semi-serious fight with Dazai and continue to scold Dazai for just running off and apologizing to Chūya for any inconveniences Dazai might have caused. At that point you obviously hadn’t known about Dazai’s and Chūya’s intertwined past, but Chūya had immediately known that no matter what anyone else thought, you had to be the closest thing to an angel that existed in this twisted and cruel world, and he would do everything to make sure you were taken care of and looked after.

How many times had he sent out someone to make sure you were kept away from the most dangerous fights? How many times had he threatened a very amused and smug Dazai to protect you and make sure you got home safe? More times than he could remember. But it had paid off: you were here with him now. Only that you were crying, and he still wasn’t quite sure why.

“So two years, three months and one week,” you repeated. “How much do you know about my past?”

Chūya blinked again, turning back to you. Your eyes were open now, looking past the stems of the trees and staring into the sparkles of sunlight on the water of the bay in the distance.

“What does the past matter,” he asked. “The present is all that counts.”

“But the present is built on the past,” you disagreed.

Chūya bit his lip. The reason for your sudden change in emotions lay in your past?

“I know that you joined the ADA when you were seventeen,” he slowly spoke. “Edogawa-san was the one to recruit you.”

“And before that?”

Chūya felt like he was being quizzed in a classroom in front of the entire class. And hadn’t studied.

“I know you were living on the street for a while, but-”

“I grew up in the slum of Suribachi City.”

Your sudden interruption made him shut up. The slum? He hadn’t known that, and honestly, he had trouble imagining you down there, with the scum of society.

“You know Suribachi City, don’t you?”

Chūya nodded. He had spent enough time there, between the corrugated iron huts and carton shelters.

“The slum is the deepest part of the City. Down there, the smog is so thick, you can barely see the next corner of the street. Rats and other pest live between humans like their pets, and the sheds stand so close that sunlight barely reaches down there.”

Chūya had only been to the slum of Suribachi City once. Back then it had been only out of curiosity, but that had quickly been satisfied when the stench in the air had made it hard to breath. The hems of his trousers had been stained with mud and other unidentifiable liquids, which he never got to wash out properly and he had ended up throwing that pair of trousers away. Back then, he had only seen a couple of criminals lingering in the shadows between barracks, but the thought that children might be living down there had never crossed his mind.

“My parents ended up down there – I don’t know how – and had me. I was born on the coldest day of the year and my mother always said that’s the reason why I ended up surviving the rest of the winter. We barely had anything when I was little. We were living so far down that even the concept of sunlight was reduced to a faint shimmer within the fog.” You closed your eyes and tilted your chin up, letting warm sunbeams brush over your cheeks. “Most days we didn’t have any food. I can count the days, in which I went to bed with a full stomach on one hand. My parents… they were the best parents anyone could wish for. They both worked hard, and still made sure to spend time with me. There was never a moment where I needed them, or wanted their attention, in which they weren’t there for me.”

Your voice had grown rough over the past sentences, and Chūya reached out a hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. They were so cool that he could feel it even through his gloves.

“The first time I saw the sun without the smog of the slum… I must have been six or seven years old. The first time I saw a flower, I was twelve, the first time I saw a tree… fifteen. That was after my parents had died.”

“How did they die,” Chūya asked, realizing too late that his blunt question might upset you. In his head he was already plotting to bring justice to whoever had taken their lives.

“It was the autumn of that bad flu outbreak,” you answered. “All three of us had it. First dad, then mum and then me. We all got sick within a week, and two weeks later they were dead. I could barely move, but I made it out into the street, trying to find help. That’s how Ranpo-san found me. He brought me to Yokohama to a hospital, got me a job at the café, got me a private tutor to teach me how to read and write, and eventually convinced Fukuzawa-san to employ me at the Agency.”

“I didn’t know…” Chūya gently tightened his gloved fingers around yours, relieved when you returned the soft squeeze.

“Other than Ranpo and Fukuzawa, hardly anybody knows,” you shrugged. “Dazai probably figured most of it out, but only the broad timeframe. The others… they don’t pry. And I like it better that way.”

“Then I have to thank you double for trusting me with your story,” Chūya said, slowly lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a small kiss to your knuckles.

When he looked up and found you were watching him, his breath hitched in his throat and quickly he lowered your hands again.

“I’m just sorry for making things awkward,” you sighed, holding a little tighter to Chūya’s hand, when you felt him trying to let go. His fingers immediately wrapped back around yours. “It’s just… I spent so long living without proper sunlight, no knowing what trees looked like, how songbirds sound or how roses smell, that sometimes… it’s all a little overwhelming.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Chūya shook his head. “There’s nothing to apologize for. And you didn’t make things awkward. I was just worried I had done something to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured him. “Quite the opposite really.” You took a deep breath. “I know you waited for a long time to go out with me, and now all I’m doing is crying because everything’s so beautiful here. That must be quite disappointing.”

Chūya chuckled. “Don’t worry your pretty head about that. You’re beautiful even when you cry.” Admittedly, he had seen you ugly-cry before during a shared mission, and even when your eyes had been swollen from crying, he had never felt anything other than affection for you, and the urge to sooth those sobs that had left your split lip. Now your lips were smooth and so soft looking. The thought that he wanted to know what they tasted like crossed his mind. He quickly shooed it away. Not the right time. “But if you want to cry some more, I have tissues.”

“You’re an awful man,” you gasped in mock offence, before scooting closer to his side and resting your head against his shoulder. It was warm and heavy against him, and he carefully turned his head to press a kiss against your hair.

“Do you want to stay here,” he asked after a while. You had started playing with his fingers, your cool fingertips exploring the leather of his gloves absentmindedly as you looked out into the park opening before you.

“As nice as it is,” you sighed, “we should get up. We’ve been occupying this bench for long enough.”

You were attempting to pull away, but Chūya held tighter onto you. “If you don’t want to get up, we don’t have to. There are enough empty benches all around. If people want to sit, they can do it on another bench.”

“Even though we have the best view?”

“Well, if they want this view, they’ll just have to wait,” Chūya decided, hiding his smile against your hair as you relaxed back against him. You had not seen proper parks for the first fifteen years of your life, you deserved to enjoy the most beautiful views for as long as you wanted, and he would make sure you got all the time you needed.

As pink cherry blossom petles drifted through the air, catching the sunlight which made them seem to glow from within, and your breath evened out as you slowly fell asleep against Chūya’s shoulder, your hand still in his, the flowers he had brought you on the bench next to you, Chūya was sure, it had been the perfectly right decision to bring you to the park for your first date.

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