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“Chuuya,” Dazai whispered, his fingers going to encase Chuuya’s. His hands were cold and calming. Chuuya felt himself melting anyway.
“Yeah?” Chuuya whispered back. He gave a soft squeeze to Dazai's hands. Dazai leaned closer.
But it wasn't for a kiss. The cloth of silent care and the nights of just him and Chuuya was still there. Woven and covering. But Dazai's shoulders seemed tenser, his words seemed deeper. His pool is less shallow. (Has it ever been shallow?)
“Do you ever think about leaving?”
OR: Dazai and Chuuya, where leaving and love are more closely related than they think
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He lays down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling before a feeling constricted in his throat, like a snake coiling. Dazai sits up, pressing a hand to his chest. Dazai had experienced many things, but this was different. He sat up, trying to catch his breath as if he had been heavily running. While the coiling may have been sudden, the aftermath of its kill wasn’t.
The feeling slowly dissipates, and Dazai swallows. Something was wrong. Something was different.
OR: dazai's body is slowly killing him from the inside out
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- Part 2 of Sickness & Disease
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who knew a Fish and Tiger could be friends? by sonnetcore
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
17 Oct 2025
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He felt ... .so hot. When Atsushi breathed, his throat felt raspy like he needed to cough. Sweat seemed to drip down his forehead and be slick to his white hair. Raining down his face. Atsushi feels long, slender hands gently lift off the blanket covering him. Dazai was never one for sentimentals. Maybe a smile or pat on the shoulder, or a word of encouragement, but it was….nice, though unusual, for him to be so kind. Gentle.
“Da…zai-san,” Atsushi slowly mumbles out, voice croaky and Atsushi instantly coughs. It hurts, his throat feeling so dry. His lips were thirsty, and after his coughing fit, Atsushi licks them wet.
“Sh,” Dazai says, his bandaged hand brushing against his forehead, pushing back Atsushi’s white bangs. “Ah, Atsushi-kun…you’re burning up. How long have you had a fever?”
Atsushi blinks at his blurry figure, “I have…a fe..ver?”
OR, atsushi and dazai taking care of each other
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Dazai watches as he puts them down and grabs a thing of cream, scarred hands going to Dazai’s wound and applying it with so much gentleness it makes Dazai melt. The ginger puts the tub down on the counter and rewraps the bandages. Chuuya presses a kiss to the top of Dazai’s head.
“Chuuya, marry me,” Dazai smiles, hands going to grab Chuuya, intertwining them forever.
“We’re already married.”
“I know. It was the worst day of my life.”
OR: dazai gets hurt, chuuya to the rescue !!
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Kyouka hates it.
She doesn’t hate the man.
But how the Mafia practically bleeds out of him, dripping onto the floor and leaving a trail of black everywhere he steps. How it seeps through the cracks in his mask in small drips, and when she looks around, no one notices. Or says a thing.
OR: kyouka and dazai, a story