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"Am I worth it?"
The question came suddenly, out of the blue. Dazai looked up from his book and at his partner, surprise in his eyes.
"Of course you are, even if they say you aren't."
Dazai's reply came after a moment, the words spoken clearly as if it was obvious. Chuuya clenched his teeth tightly, looking away, a bitter feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Chuuya."
At first there was no response. Chuuya didn't look over. He didn't want to see Dazai, with his concerned eyes, his soft smile. Dazai who acted so sweet when it was just Chuuya and him, but who was bitter and broken and shattered by the others. By the mafia who pulled their swings this way and that.
Dance the mafia whispered.
And Chuuya danced until his body broke and he was stuck in a hospital bed, tired and bruised and feeling more alone then ever.
Except he wasn't alone- because Dazai was there.
"Chuuya."
Dazai tried again.
This time Chuuya looked over, connecting their eyes. Just like he thought- chocolate eyes staring at him warmly, welcoming and concerned. And full of..
That.
All of Chuuya's barriers broke the second he saw those eyes, shattered just like the souls of those in the Mafia, little pieces strewn around here and there but never completely whole again.
"I love you Chuuya."
He just had to say that, didn't he? Even if he knew Chuuya couldn't say it back. Chuuya wanted to. He wanted to do much that it hurt, it made his insides ache and tears fill his eyes.
He tried to open his mouth, to force the words out and return them.
"Idiot."
That wasn't what Chuuya meant to say. He wanted to say those words instead. But they burned his throat even if they we're the truth. At least Dazai understood and only smiled.
"I love you too."
Prompt from ourwritingprompts:
"Am I worth it?”
“Of course you are, even if they say you’re not.”