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Today Osamu Dazai decided to go to the gym in her favorite piece of clothing, a dark gray bodysuit with long sleeves. The sleeves were to her wrists, and it was perfectly tight so that they couldn't easily roll over, so she could wear it without bandages. It was also Osamu’s first piece of clothing she bought for her own money, so it had a special part in her heart. She also constantly wore this piece under her bandages on missions, as it brought her greater comfort than her bandages and at home when she didn't have any missions. It was a small but significant reminder of her independence and strength. Every time she caught a glimpse of the fabric peeking out, it fueled her determination to push through the challenges that lay ahead.
Safe to say this gray one-piece was Osamu Dazai's favorite, and soon it was going to be Chuuya Nakahara’s favorite too.
You see, Osamu Dazai can be very protective over her favorite things; a main example would be her kids, whom she loves dearly. She adopted Akutagawa and Gin when they were, respectively, thirteen and eleven, and since then they had formed an unbreakable bond. Dazai poured her heart into raising them, ensuring they felt supported and cherished, just as she had always wanted to be.
They were her light in the dark.
Akutagawa and Gin arent the only kids she basicly adopted over the years. Now to the group of her kids belonged; Yumeno Kyuusaku whom Mori brought to Osamu after they killed alot of mafia men and they’ve grown attached to their momma so she adopted them and Atsushi Nakajima whom she found on a mission and adopted. To their not so little family also belonged Mori Ougai, Elise and Oda Sakunosuke who are respectavly Osamu’s adoptive father, little sister and older brother. She loved them all. Some more then the others (she is refering to Mori)
Osamu loved her adoptive father dearly, not that she would ever let him know that; he had saved her after a suicide attempt when she was fourteen, and he had saved her as much as he could from her grandfather, the former port mafia boss, who used to brutally train her. After the training, he would drop her to Mori to heal her, and he took care of her not only in a healing type of way but also in a teaching way and fatherly type of way; he would teach her about medicine to get her mind off anything that was bothering her. Osamu’s parent died when she was really young, so it was Mori who filled that role, and she would be forever grateful to him for that.
She was really glad to have made Mori her children's doctor. He was capable of healing all her children. He had told her that he was close to curing Akutagawa’s illness a few days ago. Which she was really happy about.
Anyway, there was only one problem with the bodysuit. It accentuated her body. And with that, her boobs, which she was the most uncomfortable with, and while she was okay walking around her home with nothing but the bodysuit and her favorite panda pajama pants, or when she had her bandages and another clothing on top, the idea of going to a gym full of mafia men with just her bodysuit and some yoga pants was quite uncomfortable. She found a solution, though. She booked one of the private gyms the mafia headquarters had to offer.
She had also decided to wear makeup. Albeit it was just a highlighter in the corners of her eyes and not the smallest eyeliner wing, it was still a bit much for someone who usually never wears makeup except for missions.
Osamu didn’t want anyone to see her in that bodysuit, so she decided to wear her favorite oversized hoodie on top of it.
As she was heading out, she noticed Akutagawa was staring at her from across the living room. She could see he was worried. First of all, she was wearing gym clothing, which she never wore to the gym, and second of all, she was adorned with a touch of color that seemed out of place. She raised an eyebrow at him, half-amused and half-exasperated, and asked, "What’s with the look? Do I have something on my face?" His expression softened slightly, but the concern in his eyes remained palpable.
“Don’t worry, Ryuu, I am just going to one of PM's private gyms,” Osamu added, easing his concern. “I promise I will be back in like an hour,” and with that she walked towards the door and through it on her way to the gym.
As she walked down the hall in her favorite bodysuit under her favorite hoodie, she was thinking about what happened yesterday.
Yesterday she was on a mission with Chuuya. Yesterday, Akutagawa also got the flu, which is a common illness, but with her precious child's weak lungs, it made the flu much more dangerous for Akutagawa’s health, and Osamu got so worried she even refused to go on the mission, but Mori made her go, which resulted in Osamu being sloppy, distracted, and uncreative. Thankfully, it went away already after Mori treated him with medicine.
She also thought about what she wanted to do in the gym. Osamu wanted to focus on stamina and strength, so she had made a plan to at first run on the treadmill, then do some strength exercise, and then again the treadmill.
When she had finally arrived, she began her training session. She had put earphones in and listened to ICP, which was her all-time favorite band.
She was nearing the end of her workout when she noticed her favorite chibi standing in the entrance and staring at her. She took out her earphones and sang teasingly, “Oh, my favorite chibi! Sorry, couldn't see you from up here, and that was partly true; she was almost a head taller than Chuuya, and she was running well now, standing on an inclined treadmill.
Then he did something unpredictable; he used his ability to shorten the distance between them and... he...
He had kissed her.
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Chuuya was angry.
He was so angry at the stupid mackerel that he didn't even have words to describe it. At first, yesterday, during the mission, she was totally mentally somewhere else, and because of that, she was basically ignoring everyone, including him! Which was so unfair! Like he didn't even do anything to deserve this treatment! And even worse, after the mission, she didn't even insult him! Chuuya was also kind of worried. Is she sick? Because Shitty Mackrel would never pass on the opportunity to annoy and anger him.
Then she wasn't responding to his calls and texts, so he used his last resort: he went to ask Mori.
He knew he shouldn't, but he was kind of worried.
He barged into Mori’s office. “What do you need?” Mori asked amusedly. Chuuya had a feeling that Mori already knew what he wanted but wanted him to say it.
“Where's Osamu?” Chuuya asked annoyedly, knowing that he had just stepped into another of Mori’s games.
“Big Sis is in private gym no. 3.” Mori’s ability and Osamu’s younger sister, Elise, said, smiling in a suspicious way.
So Chuuya went there reeling with anger, and as he was walking out, he swore he could hear Little Miss Ability say, “My ship has finally sailed!” But he brushed it off because Elise has always been odd.
As soon as Chuuya went inside of the gym, all his rage stopped, and he immediately blushed.
Osamu looked so hot. She was a little sweaty, but that was to be expected; her long, curly, dark brown hair was tied into a high ponytail with her bangs laying on the sides of her head, sticking a bit to her forehead. She was wearing a dark gray bodysuit, which he had never seen that perfectly accentuate her boobs and her torso. She was also wearing sweatpants, which he had never seen her wear, and he had known her for five years!
Suddenly Osamu turned to Chuuya. “Oh, my favorite Chibi,” she sang teasingly, “sorry, I couldn't see you from up here.” Osamu continued to tease him, but Chuuya heard none of it.
He didn't even think as he used his ability to shorten the distance between them as he pulled her into a kiss.
At first he noticed she was a bit hesitant; she didn't seem to expect this, but after a second, she reciprocated his kiss with the same excitement and rush he had started the kiss.
After a few seconds he pulled back and said, whispering, “I love you, stupid mackerel.”
“I love you too, Chibiko.”
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