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Summary
Dazai lent forward on his desk, chin propped on his fist. “You fucked Chuuya, didn’t you?”
“W-what?” Kunikida spluttered, “I - I did not - I didn’t - why would you -”
“Well,” eyes sharpening, smile menacing as he leant forward in his seat, “If it wasn’t for that -” Dazai tapped his fingers against his throat, “Chuuya’s signature, by the way, then your reaction would be enough to figure it out.”
Yosano stood, heels clicking against linoleum - a backtrack to Kunikida’s entire brain exploding, mouth agape - she rolled in a whiteboard from the war room, pulling off the black sheet covering it.
It had been split in two using blue marker, one half titled ‘Dazai’, the other ‘Nakahara’. The former was empty, but the latter -
“Someone,” Kunikida practically whined, “Please tell me what’s going on.”
“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Ranpo was clearly enjoying the power, green eyes open as he watched the pair’s respective irritation, “Dazai and Nakahara have a bet. Whoever sleeps with seven members of the rival organisation first wins.”
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Foreplay, soukoku style.
Series
- Part 11 of soukoku AUs
- Part 10 of BSD on crack