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A red motorbike is parked on the beachside, the tires having left imprints on the sand. It’s late evening as the sun leaves the sky tinted orange, almost the same colour as Chuuya’s hair. Crabs peek out from their tiny holes every once in a while, and the birds fly back to their homes.
Chuuya and Dazai breathe in the fresh air, as they walk to the beach, toeing off their shoes onto the sand. The beach is where Chuuya goes to clear his mind — he once thought Dazai could tag along too. It then soon became a ritual to head to the beach together after a stressful day.
They walk side by side, next to the roaring waves, complaining about the tiring duties of the day. They dig their heels into the sand as they walk in long strides, leaving tiny footprints next to bigger ones — which of course Dazai points out, taunting Chuuya about his height.
Dazai walks closer to the sea, pulling Chuuya with him, despite his protests and warnings, which were all in vain. Dazai bends down, taking a handful of water and splashes it onto Chuuya’s face before he could react. Chuuya splutters out the salty water, swearing at Dazai. But there’s fondness in his tone, as if this is a daily occurrence he’s gotten used to.
A smile rises to his lips as he pushes Dazai into the water, getting his revenge. Dazai emerges from the water whining, his hair and bandages soaking wet.
Chuuya pulls up a frowning Dazai, and drags him by the collar to the shore. He starts running to dry the water quickly, getting Dazai to follow him.
Chuuya hears the howling of wind against his ear, and the rhythmic music of the waves. Blood rushes to his cheeks. He feels the wind ruffle his hair, and he lets out an airy laugh – the adrenaline kicking in – feeling alive. Dazai’s gasping for air behind Chuuya – he wasn’t really built to run across a beach. But as he runs more, the colour returns to his face, and soon enough, he’s laughing along with Chuuya.
They run to the end of the beach, where huge rocks are stacked up, creating a bridge leading to the ocean. Dazai clings onto Chuuya for dear life as they climb atop the rocks and reach the edge.
Dazai dusts off the wet sand from his hands as he sits down, interlacing his fingers with Chuuya’s. They sit in silence, listening to the waves thrash against the rocks. Their breathing evens out, as they huddle together. The light of the setting sun reflects onto the water. Chuuya stares at the fairy tale scene in front of him, mesmerized — all the while Dazai’s staring at him.
Chuuya turns to the side, meeting his boyfriend with a grin. They stare at each other, a small smile spreading on their faces, as they take in the others’ features. Chuuya feels butterflies in his stomach all over again. He loves the man next to him. The one who’s looking at him with those soft eyes. The one who has his hands over his, touch so tender and sweet. He loves his boyfriend. He loves Dazai Osamu.
As if sensing Chuuya’s thoughts, Dazai leans in, placing his hand on Chuuya’s neck, pulling him into a kiss. Chuuya deepens the kiss as he melts into it. They’re both breathless when they part, a lopsided smile breaking out on their faces.
Dazai wraps his hands around Chuuya, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, sometimes earning a light punch in the arm for some cheesy pick-up line. They sit like that for hours on end, neither wanting to break apart. There is an unspoken vow, to stay with each other forever, that they exchange with their hearts as the sun slowly sets and the sky turns dark — stars now clearly visible in the night sky.