Archive of Our Own

Summary:

“Oi, Dazai. You good?” Chuuya nudged him with his shoulder.

This time, Dazai didn’t answer, just pressed his face further into Chuuya, nose digging into his shoulder. His breathing stuttered a little as a shudder ran through him, and his arms were tense around Chuuya’s middle as he sat on the motorcycle behind him.

“If something’s wrong, you gotta tell m-“ Chuuya’s words died in his throat as he felt tapping against his belly.

Stop. Now.

OR

Dazai hates motorcycles but right now he doesn’t have a choice. It does not go well

Sicktember Day 28: “I should have stayed home.”

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This is the Narrated Version! Original fic’s in the beginning notes!