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“Sleeping here gets so damn cold often. There’s nothing to do here, frustrating am I right?” Chuuya’s eyes dangerously lingered on the front of Dazai’s pants, biting his lip subtly.
This guy didn’t have a clue how to seduce him, truly, but that didn’t stop Dazai from smirking at the redhead. “Cold? I’m sure I could arrange an extra blanket for you.”
“Fuck the blanket.” Chuuya rolled his eyes. He tilted his head, subtly smiling at Dazai. “Come on, can’t you just come warm my bed instead? I’m sure that blond won’t notice you gone.”
That ‘blond’ would surely notice him gone, but getting on Kunikida’s nerves was one of Dazai’s priorities. So, spending a night with this totally-not-dangerous prisoner would be a double succession.
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Locked up in prison, Chuuya attempts to escape by flirting with the night guard, Dazai. Dazai decides to play along.
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21 Oct 2025
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I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS ANS I FINALLY FOUND IT trust me it's peak and i will combust for it
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28 Sep 2025
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YES .?? YES ???????
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Dazai, for the first time ever, feels like celebrating his birthday with Chuuya.
But things don't really go as planned.
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"What do you want, mackerel?"
"Am I not allowed to check in on my doggy?" Dazai asks as if affronted, with a hand to the chest.
"Shut up and get to the point. Do we have a mission or something?"
"No," Dazai says, and then sort of trails off and goes quiet, blank. It's not something he is very prone to. His hands are sweaty and he doesn't know why. His arm jumps a little at his side.
"Then what? If you're not gonna talk, I'm gonna -- "
"Does Chuuya know it's my birthday today?"
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Chuuya is hit with a lust ability. Dazai, who is in love with Chuuya, does his best to take care of him.
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For all of Dazai's brilliance and excellent predictive skills as well as his ability to adapt smoothly to the unexpected, nothing could really have prepared him to find Chuuya at his door in nothing but an oversized grey shirt and black boxers in the dead of night.
It's loose on one of Chuuya's shoulders, hanging over his small frame just down to his mid-thigh.
"Dazai, fuck, I can't stop thinking about you."
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It's summer break and Dazai is obligated to go to a four-month camp for mentally ill teenagers.
Chuuya Nakahara got hotter.
The last time Dazai saw him was middle school.