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A well known man walked through the streets, a frown on his face behind the red-gemmed veil attached to his hat. “Haaa,” he sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets, he was bored and waiting for Hellhound to finish the task he had given him. “Idiot…” He grumbled, checking his watch. It had been over an hour, either Hellhound had gone home without him or had bumped into Beast and was fighting or on a date… again.
Sorrow started to walk over a bridge, that was until he spotted someone drifting down the river with their legs in the air. “Oh my fucking god!” He slammed his head into the metal railing. He knew the bastard. The light beige pants and black loafers gave away who the man was.
Sorrow sighed and kicked off his shoes, pulled his socks off, and his jacket, he also removed his hat, having a facemask on under it. He climbed over the railing and jumped into the cold water, sinking down with a displeased expression on his face. His arms wrapped around the man's waist before activating his ability and pulling him out of the water and tossing him onto the hard concret of the bridge.
“Dazai Osamu.” He gritted under his breath, gathering his shoes, socks, jacket and his hat before walking away to go find Hellhound and see what's taking him so long. “Stupid, shity, fucking fish.” He grumbled under his breath. “I’m going to beat the shit outta him later.”
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Dazai sighed as he sat in front of Chuuyas cafe, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his future wife (Chuuya will agree… eventually). He hadn't expected to be summoned by Chuuya after someone had interrupted his attempt; he hadn't had the chance to yell at them or even see who they were.
The glass doors opened only for Dazai to be pulled inside by the back of his dark blue, slightly damp shirt. Fear filled his body but he didn't fight back, once the doors closed and the sign was changed from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. “Chuuya-”
A fist collided with his face, then another and another.
Chuuya had found out he tried to commit again, this is what the ginger had promised to do the next time he tried. “Chuuya–” he choked out. “I’m sorry–”
The next punch was to his gut; then he got a small, quick kiss on the lips. “Do it again and I’ll beat you until you pass out.”
“Give me another kiss and I won't~” Dazai slurred, his mouth in pain from the beating.
Chuuya rolled his eyes and aggressively pulled Dazai in for another kiss, making their teeth clash together, however the kiss was short and sweet.
Chuuya was still pissed.