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[valeriieah]

is there gonna be a part two? ToT

yep! still not done due to school tho, might take a long long time at that :_))

[valeriieah]

chuuya nakahara (bsd) x male reader.

reader uses he/him pronouns, unrequited love, one sided-love, angst, rude language (shit, fuck, etc) EDITED.

quite short, but there will be continuations.

mister nakahara, chuuya, nakahara, dazai's dog, an executive. the demon prodigy, dazai, osamu, mori's right hand, chuuya's so called owner. and lastly, m/n, a non ability user, someone who could sit in a bench all day, chuuya's friend.

theres a huge difference between m/n's friendship with chuuya and with dazai's and chuuya's.

its simple, really.

it was dark, approximately 11PM in yokohama. a dim light shining upon two figures, m/n and chuuya. the sound of laughter.

"ah.. that definitely sounds like a you problem." m/n chuckled lightly.

"nah', its that stupid dazai's fault." chuuya shared a laugh, which m/n questioned right away.

"mm? 'dazai'?" m/n hummed.

"THAT fuckin' moron, ugh!" chuuya groaned out of frustration, in which the other male simply crooked the sides of his mouth to give him a small smile in confusion.

5:39PM, a few days later at the same bench. the leaves were rustling quietly, one landing at the middle of the bench, where the same two males sat, on the both sides of the bench.

"you're awfully early today, chuuya." m/n hummed, flipping through the pages of his brand-new book.

"well, yeah. i didnt have anything else to do anyways." chuuya sighed, chin resting at his palm, staring at the scenery towards the bench; a fountain.

after a long silence, chuuya was the first one to speak up. "whats so interesting about reading books, to you?" he asked to the other male besides him, quietly turning his gaze to the other male besides him, awaiting for an answer.

"its fun." m/n answered, not taking his gaze off of the book that hed been reading, chuuya immediately sighed heavily. "..seriously? whats so fun 'bout that?"

"its fun because its interesting, you know. discovering stories with different thoughts and authors, it makes me feel more understanding of the surroundings around me." chuuya simply raised a brow at m/n's statement, confused.

"haaah?" chuuya questioned in confusion. "whats that s'pposed to mean?" in which m/n answered with a short laugh.

"y'know, you awfully remind me of that rat bastard, except he didnt read books, he just understood and manipulated situations." chuuya quietly mumbled, before reaching for his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter, lighting up the cigarette and placing it to his lips, smoke surrounding the bench.

"it makes me feel aware of what the people around me feel like. makes me understand them better, i guess." m/n simply responded, chuuya hummed quietly.

. . .

and for the nth time, m/n's fists clenched upon hearing that man's nickname. the sunset wasnt enjoyable now than before.

bar lupin, at 8PM, a few days after. the same two figures sitting besides each other on the barstool.

chuuya, was drinking a whole glass of wine in one go, m/n was watching the red substance pouring a bit from the sides of his mouth.

chuuya finally was done chugging the red wine down his throat, placing back the bottle in the table. before rubbing away the excess wine on his face, using both of his palms to lean his face on.

"what's wrong, chuuya?" the other male asked, turning his gaze to chuuya before grabbing the wine bottle out of chuuya's direction.

"i 'dunno, i feel like, you know, like a.. uh..." chuuya closed his eyes forcefully, thinking. "like a void! yeah. feels like a void, empty and all." m/n simply hummed, turning back to his cup and chugging his wine in one go.

silence follows after that.

m/n hears a silent voice speak not a while later.

"i.. awfully hate that moron y'know?" chuuya mumbles.

"i know." m/n answered nonchalantly.

"but, im not so sure anymore. that time when he.. left me. it felt something else much more different than hate." chuuya quietly says, a change of emotion to his voice.

"you're sad." m/n answered, it took everything in m/n to not leave, it felt like thorns were stuck on his throat, it awfully hurts. "its normal to feel like that about a friend."

chuuya doesnt cry.

he looks down on the table, unable to deny.

"do you like dazai?" m/n spoke, chuuya's eyes widened, before changing back to normal.

silence overfills mid-conversation.

. . .

✤

"no, hes a stupid abnormal bastard, ive only seen him as a.." chuuya stops rambling, before turning his head to look at m/n.

m/n slightly tilted his head, awaiting for an answer.

chuuya sighs, "i dont like him."

m/n chuckles, finding it amusing. "do you?"

"i.. dont know?" chuuya finally answered truthfully, groaning out of frustration.

"hmm.." m/n hummed lowly. "i figured, you won't stop mentioning about him, calling names and such."

chuuya felt heat rush in his cheeks, immediately embarrassed. "y—yeah well, its a common occurrence to hate someone like him!" chuuya grunted out of annoyance.

m/n chuckles.

he wishes that he was dazai instead.

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