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dazai stood there with blood stained hands, infront chuuya’s car as he held an explosive. he didn’t want anyone thinking chuuya aided his escaped
and while this wasn’t the best way to do it, he decided upon it anyway, plus it would make chuuya mad, which he always loved seeing.
he wiped the tears threatening to spill from his eyes with his sleeve when he suddenly heard a familiar voice shout from behind him
“dazai? dumbass, what the hell are you doing out here so late?!”
chuuya walked out the door of his house, a bottle of wine in his hand. dazai froze upon hearing his voice, this had to be the worst possible timing.
“chuuya! fancy seeing you here.”
dazai reluctantly turned around to face him, putting up his usual facade
chuuya’s eyebrow raised, something about his expression seemed… off. chuuya didnt miss the way his voice trembled ever-so-slightly.
“what is wrong with you?”
dazai knew chuuya wasn’t falling for his half assed smile, but couldn’t hurt to pretend a little more, right?
“what do you mean?”
“you know damn well what I- is that a fucking bomb in your hand?!”
chuuya points down at the (very obvious) bomb in his hand, it was right then he also noticed the blood on his hands.
“alright, you better tell me what’s going on right now.”
dazai could tell chuuya was worried, despite his constant barking, he could be quite an empathetic person, just like a dog huh?
“so nosy-“
“drop the act, dazai, you know that won’t work on me.”
chuuya sets the wine bottle on the grass, walking over and stopping infront of him, arms crossed
dazai’s smile faded soon after hearing his words and lets out a sigh, he knew that wouldn’t last very long
“odasaku’s dead.”
chuuya paused, his eyes widening as he suddenly pieced it all together.. dazai’s puffy eyes, his bloodied hands, his trembling voice..
“odasaku as in.. oda sakunosuke? that guy you’re always hanging with?”
dazai simply nods in response
“shit… c’mon, we should get inside.”
“..and this?”
dazai lifts up the explosion in his hand slightly, gesturing to it
“just leave it out here, I’ll deal with it later”
“that doesn’t seem very safe”
“shut the hell up and get inside”
dazai chuckled softly before setting the bomb down, keeping the remote in his pocket that would dentate it, wouldn’t want someone walking up and setting off the bomb randomly, now would we?
chuuya grabs his hand, gently pulling him inside. dazai didnt resist, allowing chuuya to drag him along
….
hours later, dazai sat silently on chuuya’s couch as he stared out the window, freshly out the shower, his wet hair tucked behind his ear
and though his hands were physically clean, he could still feel the blood on them, he could still hear his own screams in his mind when he found oda’s almost lifeless body.
be someone who protects people, huh? could he really do that? with all the bloodshed he’s caused and experienced?
“you look depressed”
chuuya’s voice broke through the silence, dazai looked over to see chuuya holding a cup of tea, handing it to him
“drink.”
dazai smiled, taking the cup, sipping some of the tea. chuuya sat down next to him, he hesitated before speaking up
“do you wanna.. tell me what happened? or rather.. how it happened?”
dazai’s smile falters, he stares down at the ground, oda’s words repeating in his mind.
“mimic.”
chuuya’s eyebrows furrow at his vague answer but he knew dazai wouldn’t elaborate further so he left it at that.
he nods in response, and then silence fell… dazai sighed before setting the cup of tea down on the coffee table
“would you leave the port with me?”
chuuya’s eyes widen, completely dumbfounded at his suddenly spoken words
“leave the… why would you-“
“odasaku told me to be on the side that saves people.”
dazai cut him off, chuuya stared at him silently and dazai didn’t dare to look at his facial expression when suddenly-
“..you know I’d go anywhere with you.”
now it was dazai’s turn to be shocked, he finally looked over at chuuya and he was met with sincerity
“you would?”
“I’m not repeating my self”
dazai stared at him in shock for a few moments before a smile formed on his lips. he grabs chuuya’s hand, intertwining their fingers
“thank you, chuuya.”
chuuya was silent, a light blush forming on his cheeks, he looks away as he gives dazai’s hand a small squeeze
“whatever, mackerel.”
….
“damnit dazai, quit sleeping on the job!”
dazai was awaken by chuuya yelling, smacking him on the head
“hey chuuya, that was mean!”
dazai yells back, a pout on his lips as he rubs the back of his head
“oh shush, you’re lucky I didn’t have kunikida wake you up!”
and they’re usual bickering and arguing continued as the rest of the ADA watched. the new member, atsushi, spoke up
“do they always do this?”
he asked awkwardly
“yup, honestly the agency wouldn’t be the same without those two”
yosano replied, a smile on her face as she walked up next to him, patting atsushi’s head
“now get back to work kid, they’ll stop eventually”
“akiko!, wanna play hanafuda online?”
ranpo asked a smirk on his face as he waved his phone, gesturing for her to come over
“you bet!”
yosano replied, walking over to him. chuuya and dazai’s bickering died down as chuuya stood there looking at him with an annoyed expression
“why the hell are you sleeping anyway, did you not sleep last night or something?”
“well if you must know, I was up all night thinking of your beautiful face”
chuuya rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the blush that formed on his face as he crossed his arms
“you’re impossible..”
“but you love me”
“unfortunately.”
“chuuya!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you know I love you”
dazai smiled, satisfied
“I know! just wanted to hear you say it~”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“are you finally gonna take me up on my double suicide offer?”
“hell no!”