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Chuuya glanced back over towards Dazai and narrowed his starkly blue eyes to slits. His lips turned downwards to form a frown, fingers gripping tightly at the hat in his hands. “Does he ever shut the fuck up?” he asked.
“Not unless you knock him out,” Fyodor replied.
“It’s part of my charm.” Dazai flashed him an annoyingly saccharine smile. Chuuya’s face twisted into a scowl.or: dazai abandons his home and the career his father has mapped out for him in search of a will to live, and he finds one in a fiery redhead that wants nothing more than to see his head on a spike. a story told in two acts.
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It was true that Chuuya knew Dazai better than most did. Even after years of silence, Chuuya knew Dazai, intimately so. Could trace the ridges of the man’s brain as one would do to the palm of their hand.
or: years after dazai’s defection from the mafia, dazai and chuuya’s paths cross once again.