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Haikyuubu Chapter 31: Daishou vs Kuroo

Thank you for 2019! 

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I want this to be canon

Kurotsuki fam au. I named their older son as Kuroo Tetsuki. Mixing their names and also means iron and joy. While their daughter named as Kuroo Mikazuki as her eyes looks crescent moon.

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:(((

Dazai, to 18!Dazai: You think you can’t have it all, right? That you have to choose. Strength versus love. Darkness or light. That the only way to protect those you love is to leave them. And I think I made a mistake in this moment, so just take him with you. Believe the way that Chuuya believes, with your whole heart. Let him lead you into something better, together. That’s what love is.

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Wait a minute-

Hosuh from Danplan said, "stephen danplan is a bottom"!

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A

never love an anchor by the crane wives is a soukoku anthem sorry i don’t make the rules

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Reflecting the city lights, dark water quietly flows past the bridge’s legs as color rippled across its surface. One step, then another, he makes his way to a spot amongst the night and pulls himself up onto the railing.

Face barely visible, Dazai stares down at the water. Arms outstretched, one feet dangling off the edge, he plays with gravity, fully aware that a wrong step would send him deep under.

The river teases him; with gentle sounds offering peace, it ebbs and flows to the ocean where it too would meet its end. Contemplating the idea, brown eyes scan the area miles away from home while stuck between choosing to leave or waiting till finally, he pulls a phone from his pocket.

The only contact on speed dial, the receiver next to his ear, the tempting water beneath, Dazai waits with stilled breath wondering if anything would change. A low dial tone fills the silence as the river competes to draw his attention.

After waiting for what feels like eternity, he debates hanging up when a cranky voice finally answers. Tired and sleep-deprived, Chuuya snaps at him with the usual irritation.

“You better have a good reason for waking me up.”

The wind whispers and the water calls yet again, tempting as always but unable to win against the fading emptiness. A slow smiles forms as he chirps back.

“Not at all, Chuuya.”

Jumping from the bridge railing, Dazai keeps the phone close and heads back with a quiet hum.

“I just felt like hearing your voice.”

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Dazai, to Chuuya: You are the bravest person I have ever known. The truest person I have ever known. And I betrayed you and it sickens me. I am so sorry for working so hard to protect the wrong things. For failing to see that there is nothing important that does not include you.

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Chuuya: If I took Corruption too far, if it crippled me and left me useless— would you still try to stop it then, Dazai? Would you come for me? When I couldn’t be the other half of Double Black anymore?

Dazai: I would come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together— knives drawn, guns blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.

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nO why

His ears rang and colorful spots danced in his vision. Paired with the dull pain throbbing in the back of head, he came to the conclusion he must have landed on it during the fall, but surprisingly, that appeared to be the only injury inflicted on him.

Either the tiger’s regenerative abilities had kicked in while he was out or someone had saved him….

Lavender gold irises closed from exhaustion. It must have been the tiger. The only other person who had been around before everything went into chaos was Akutagawa, and there was no way the Port Mafia member would’ve shielded him.

Accepting that to be the truth, he struggled to rise when a weak pressure against his wrists kept him still. Confused, Atsushi blinked. There wasn’t any shooting pain through his body so he should’ve been able to get up with ease, and yet, he remained pinned to the ground.

Searching for answers, he turned his head when something warm and wet splattered onto his face. Blood slid down his cheek to stain the collar of his shirt.

Golden eyes slowly glanced toward the sky.

A faint red glowed above him, appearing to be weighed down by a considerable amount. Unable to do much, he waited for the dust to settle, only to have his breath draw back into a shaky inhale.

Rashomon sparked and hovered over them, keeping the broken debris from crushing bone and flesh. Scarlet pooled at his abdomen, gradually getting absorbed into the cotton of his shirt as the steady flow came from a sharp edge rammed into another person’s body.

“Aku…”

His voice trembled as it fought to escape his throat.

“…tagawa…. Why would you…”

Splattering more of the warm liquid, another cough interrupted him.

The mafia member shakily exhaled.

“…that face.”

Akutagawa’s ability snapped as strips of black shattered above them, raining fabric and stone onto the ground.

“Dazai-san never once looked at me like that.”  

Debris crashed around them with Rashomon returning to its owner. The grip around his wrists loosened as a smile tainted with melancholy crossed the other’s face.

“Like I was someone important…. Or even worth his time…”

Blood steadily trickled from the mafia member’s mouth, adding to the drops already on the younger one’s face.

“But Atsushi…”

Grey eyes looked straight into his own.

“He does with you.”

Inching forward, pale fingers gently wiped away the blood on his cheek.  

“So the one to live…”

Unable to maintain their position any longer, trembling arms buckled, bringing Akutagawa down on top of him as a faint whisper echoed in the air.

“It has to be you.”

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“Chuuya…”

Pulling the other closer to his chest, Dazai fought against the stinging sensation attacking his eyes.

“Out of everyone, you were the only one I didn’t want to lose.”

Blood stained their clothes and skin, dripping from the executive’s body like rain. Shutting his eyes, Dazai lowered his head.

“But now we’re saying goodbye too soon.”

He felt the other relax in his arms, comforted by simply being held in his final moments. Soft hair brushed against his face as Chuuya weakly laughed.

“Lose me?”

Wiping away streaks of blood, a gloved hand gently touched his cheek.

“Stupid Dazai…”

He blinked while trying to keep his vision from blurring and reached up to hold the other’s hand. Despite his best efforts, the stinging sensation didn’t seem to go away.  

“Doesn’t matter if I’m not around anymore.”

Closing his eyes, Chuuya softly smiled.  

“You’ll always have me.”

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“They’re gone now aren’t they.”

Sitting on a rock, Elise dangled her legs above the ocean’s waves.

“Rintarou… The Port Mafia…”

The buckle on her shoe loosened, but instead of retrieving it, the girl watched the sea claim her possession as its own.

“Your Shuuji as well.”

Stepping into the sand, Chuuya glanced toward the horizon.

“Shuuji huh..”

A breaking wave crashed against the shore line, spraying the salty breeze against their skin. Blonde curls picked up in the wind as Elise turned her head with a grin.

Unable to resist such a bright look, Chuuya smiled back but sighed,

“It really is over now…”

Azure irises turned back to the sea as the girl nodded.

“Even if it’s over, I was happy to meet you.”

The executive tilted his head at the curious statement.

“What do you mean?”

Stretching out her arms, Elise continued swaying her legs, to the point Chuuya worried she’d fall over.

“To be look like a human and be surrounded by humans but not be one myself…”

The blonde whipped back around with a pout on her face.

“Don’t get me wrong. I loved the Port Mafia. It’s just that,”

Bright blue eyes lowered to the sea-foam clinging onto the sand.

“Being an ability among humans,”

A sudden gust of wind tore through the beach, making it difficult to hear, yet the young girl continued with a downcast look.

“It was lonely at times.”

Red curls blocked his line of sight from fully seeing the young girl’s face, but before he could decipher the present expression, Elise stood up.

“But you’re just like me.”

Brushing his hair out of his face, Chuuya moved to Elise’s side.

“It seems like your personality now is different from the one you had before.”

The bottom frills of her dress had already turned translucent during their short time together, gradually changing from that of fabric to nothing at all.

Elise merely stuck out her tongue.

“The one you’re used to was programmed by Rintarou, after all.”

She held her hand in front of her; the sun’s light now nearly visible through the fading skin.  

Narrowing his eyes, Chuuya muttered the dreaded words.

“Are you going now?”

Softly humming, she fixed the shimmering fabric of her dress the best she could in attempts to make herself appear more presentable.  

“Probably for the best. Rintarou will worry if I keep him waiting for too long.”

Seagulls cried above them as the setting sun finally began its descend beyond the horizon, and unable to stop the fate that would eventually be his own, all Chuuya could do was watch.

“Give the boss my regards then,” he said while raising his fist up to the girl’s height.

Grinning, she touched her hand to his own.

“Will do.”

Blonde curls covered half her face as the ribbon kept in her hair unraveled.

“See you, Chuuya-nii.”

The fabric fluttered briefly in the wind before landing within his outstretched palm.

Holding onto the ribbon, he looked up, hoping to catch her before she vanished, but by the time his eyes hit the water, the executive was alone.  

Cobalt eyes closed with quiet acceptance and a gently murmured whisper left his lips.

“Goodbye, Elise.”

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Inspired by a certain scene in @4nimenut‘s most recent comic where Arahabaki gets chased out of Chuuya! Thank you for always wrecking us with your angst shao san ♡

The beast gives one last roar before disappearing from his eyes; it leaves only traces of black on his fingers where its burning flames touched his skin, and when the air clears, he hears a loud thud fall behind him.

Thinking Chuuya to be injured, Dazai rushes to his side, but with each step closer, something bothers him.

The stillness of the air despite the tingling energy left behind grates against his nerves till finally, he kneels at Chuuya’s side.

Taking the redhead’s hand, Dazai gives it a firm squeeze.

“…Chuuya?”

The fingers against his palm remain lifeless, cold and unmoving, as blood drips from the executive’s face; each drop bringing his heart down even further.

“No….”

He shakily exhales and brings Chuuya into his arms.

“No… No…. No…”

Glassy blue eyes still stare at the sky even when Dazai leans close to his face in hopes of seeing even the faintest spark of life.

“Chuuya, no… please no…”

Deaf to his pleas, the now empty vessel remains motionless even as he cups Chuuya’s face. The remaining black streaks slowly fade from his fingers, taking with them, the only remaining evidence that Arahabaki ever existed.

Azure eyes continue to darken with each mark disappearing from his fingers, and even with his begging for it to stop, No Longer Human takes from him both the released god and Chuuya himself.

“No…wait.. please- Chuuya!”

Folding in on himself, Dazai holds the executive against his chest

“…I’m here… I’m finally here.”

With a quick adjustment of his arms, he turns the redhead to give him better look of his face.

“See? It’s me. Right where you’ve always wanted me to be, and this time I swear I won’t leave so please-”

Ignorant of his distress, once bright eyes go completely dim as Dazai whispers against red hair despite knowing Chuuya wouldn’t hear. 

“Come back to me.”

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“Thank you Chuuya,” Dazai spoke softly, looking up at Chuuya. He lay with his head in Chuuya’s lap, glad to have the chance. He wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. Not for this. Smiling, “For doing it at my request.”

Dazai rested his hand on Chuuya’s, his grip tired, weak. He was ready. Already feeling the soft pull into oblivion, Dazai wondered how much longer he had. It had been a few minutes, everything as painless as he was promised.

Dying like this was… nice.

Chuuya’s expression was solemn, eyes shut, face tilted downwards. Silence ensued for a few moments before he responded. “Seriously, you can’t be useful for once and do this by yourself?”

Taking a shaky breath, Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion washing over him. He trembled, even as he tightened his hold as much as he could. “You’re the only one… I can trust… to do this… for me.”

It could have only been Chuuya. There was no one else. Not for this.

  When Chuuya didn’t answer, Dazai pressed on. Dazai understood how Chuuya felt, he really did. To grant an end such as he wanted, would be hard for anyone. A feeling of heaviness had spread through his limbs, heralding the end. A wave of cold washed over him.

Perhaps he would remember Dazai. Remember this. The feeling of Dazai’s life slipping from him even as he watched. Would he remember him as a nuisance? As someone who deep down, truly cared, even in his last moments? As a friend? A lover?

“Ne, Chuuya,” he whispered. It was harder to speak now, the words thick in his mouth. He couldn’t stop the few tears that fell down his cheeks. It hurt, asking this one last thing of him. “Won’t you indulge me… just one last time?”

Lacing his fingers through Dazai’s hair, Chuuya sighed, bowing his head. “Even while dying, you can still spout bullshit, huh.”

Looking up at his partner, Dazai’s smile widened. He wouldn’t have traded this for anything. Dying in Chuuya’s embrace.

He hoped he could finish his last words to Chuuya, to the man who was most important to him. Unable to stop the thought, he couldn’t help but wonder if Chuuya would be ok after he was gone. Chuuya was strong, though he was the only who truly… felt things.

“I want to feel Chuuya for as long as I can, before…” A bandaged arm reached up shakily to cup Chuuya’s cheek. “Before…”

Those cerulean eyes, calm yet filled with sorrow as Dazai trailed off. Chuuya’s intense gaze never once left him, as he shifted Dazai closer, seizing his chance for one last kiss. Lips warm, salty with the taste of tears shed for this moment.

Dazai never wanted this to end. It was but a fleeting moment in time, a rare expression of love shown to him.

  Was Chuuya always this warm?

“Ah,” Dazai murmured, eyes slipping shut one final time as they broke apart. Chuuya was the last thing he would see, expression sorrowful yet content, and that itself filled him with warmth. “Chuuya is… very… warm.”

  With a soft exhale, Dazai let the calming grasp of death take him, the world fading to nothingness.

Yes… Chuuya will be okay.

written for @4nimenut‘s most heartbreaking strip, can be found here and here <3

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Kyo:

Also Kyo:

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Atsushi, should Chuuya: Do you regret not asking him to leave the Port Mafia with you? That you lost that time?

Dazai: That time is gone now. I can’t just go back and say I’m sorry and expect him to come with me. So yes, that is something I do regret. I regret every second I didn’t spend with him. I regret every stupid thing I did that caused him an ounce of pain. I should have asked him to come with me that day. I should have begged him to come. I should have apologised for everything and sent roses and stood in front of the Port Mafia and shouted, ‘I’m in love with Nakahara Chuuya!’ and let Mori crucify me for it. That’s what I should have done.

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Why choose one Kyo over the other when you could have both? 🤗