Soukoku
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"You know that one song with the lyrics going something like: 'all roads lead me back to you'? I'm pretty sure there's a song like that, I mean, there has to be, those are great lyrics…" Dazai continued to ramble, but Chuuya stopped listening. If Dazai wasn't willing to answer his questions, then that was even better. Like, what the hell was this talk about random lyrics, he was obviously avoiding the topic - not that Chuuya minded, of course-
All roads lead me back to you.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
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Or the one in which Dazai has to ask for Chuuya's help with a case and they end up talking things out.
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Chuuya spends his summer vacation at Kouyou's house since he is five years old because his parents are in France over that time. On his first summer, he gets lost in the forests and gets in contact with a yokai living there. Little did he know that this random encounter would change his life and he would love spending his summers outside in the forests instead of the sticky town he lived in with his parents.
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He quickly washes the mugs and pats them dry(ish) with the fish-patterned towel hanging from the oven handle, and gets to work. Dazai had rearranged the stuff in Chuuya’s kitchen cupboards too many times. His bottomless pantry is the main reason he still has some meat on his bones. So, it’s not hard to find everything he needs in Chuuya’s kitchen. A thermal mug, the main hope for Dazai’s success. Fresh peppermint leaves. Ginger. Lemon. A splash of honey to make the zesty concoction more velvety and envelop stupid chibi’s stupid sore throat like a stupid fuzzy little scarf.
He mentally cringes at the image.
This is nauseating. He’s getting too goddamn soft.or
Chuuya is sick. Dazai takes care of him.
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“You wanted to see me, Mori?”
That voice.
Even through the haze, Chuuya’s spine tried to straighten. It failed. Dazai strolled in like he owned the place—long coat swishing, face full of disinterest—until his eyes landed on Chuuya. Then he stopped.
And blinked.
And grinned.
Wide. Unholy.
“Oh my god,” Dazai breathed, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement as he took in the image of Chuuya, slack-jawed and puffy-faced, tissues stuffed in his mouth like an off-brand hamster.
“Is the slug high?”
He sounded utterly delighted.
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Or, Chuuya gets his wisdom teeth removed and Dazai takes care of a high Chuuya because I’m too sad to continue my angst fics
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take the dark (and carve me out a home) by angstinspace
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
31 Aug 2024
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Chuuya sways a little, head nodding like he can barely keep it upright. His eyes are glassy, eyelids starting to droop. He’s muttering something that sounds almost like a prayer, but Dazai can’t hear it until Chuuya falls forward—or maybe leans in, it’s hard to tell—until his forehead touches Dazai’s, until a strand of his hair brushes the side of Dazai’s face.
“Don’t die,” he’s saying. A command, a plea. “Don’t die, you bastard.”
Strangely, Dazai wants to obey it.
Strangely, the last thing he thinks is that he can’t die. That there’s something he needs to say first. Something he needs to do.
or, after a near death experience, Dazai realizes he might have a reason to live after all.