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Summary
“Ne, Odasaku? If you had something precious, truly, uniquely precious, something that you feared you could not live without…how would you protect it?”
Chuuya’s words echoed achingly in Dazai’s head, in his chest. The last time Dazai had been ‘discovered’ like that, called out on his incessant tomfoolery, he had tried to pull his unmasker as close as possible. It didn’t end well.
And then, there was that horrible moment where Chuuya had leaned in, stared into Dazai’s soul. Fuck, but Dazai had thought something very, very stupid. He’d looked at Chuuya’s eyes looking back at him, fixated on Chuuya’s sharp frown and thought, I could kiss him.
All these days he’d been thinking I hate Chuuya, Chuuya makes me miserable, Chuuya is the worst, never quite noticing that finally, for the first time…
He wanted something.
Wanted.
Want…
I want something?
The boy who can have nothing determined once again to have something; Tantalus forever reaching for food and water that he was cursed to repel for all eternity.
And yet, eventually, the fool always reached again.
I want something.
I want Chuuya.Or, five times Dazai and Chuuya almost kissed, and one time they finally did.
Series
- Part 8 of Soukoku Murder Husbands