#ANSWERED || Gilded Letter Opener { Chuuya }

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truth + chuuya, do you think you're human?

“ No— ”

His mouth clamps shut at the unfiltered reply that was half out before he fully registered the question . “ I… yes ? No … kind of ? ” His heart starts pounding in his chest & he feels the backs of his hands grow sweaty , his stomach churns with nausea . “ I … I don’t know . ” Was he human ? Normal humans couldn’t grow wings & cause black holes that could tear apart their body from the inside & out as they start hemorrhaging from their nose , ears , eyes & mouth . Normal humans didn’t wake up one day unable to remember a single moment of their past for the last seven years … Normal humans didn’t become gang leaders at 12 or mafia executives at 16 , or have to bury their closest friends over & over again .

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            The creaking sound of a heavy, metal door opening ECHOED & reverberated off of the concrete walls.

            As Chuuya stepped into the prison, he felt his stomach churn with nausea, almost immediately quashed by a reignited sense of ANGER as he looked around at the abysmal conditions of the place. This was where the ability users with destructive involuntary abilities were kept? This was atrocious. He’d known it wouldn’t be good, but he wasn’t stupid. He’d come to do this himself for a REASON, after all.

            Slowly, he approached the ten-year-old, more for their benefit than his own; Chuuya wasn’t AFRAID of Q — but then, he wasn’t afraid of much these days. 

            ❝ Yumeno - chan? ❞  He found his eyes automatically sweeping over the child as he knelt down in front of Q, inspecting them. For what, he wasn’t sure. Signs of harm, maybe. Chuuya wasn’t the kindest person in the Port Mafia, far from it, but he liked to think he had standards, ones that included not mistreating little kids, no matter how DANGEROUS they had the potential to be.  ❝ It’s been a long time, huh? I don’t know if you’ve been told yet, but... Mori-san is dead. ❞  No sense beating around the bush, the kid had undoubtedly heard far worse in their time here.  ❝ I am the new Boss of the Port Mafia, okay? So... I’ve come to take you out of here. You won’t need to stay in this PLACE anymore. We’ll keep working on your control of your Ability in a different way from now on. With your permission, I’d like to bring you back to headquarters. You’ll have your own room there, a REAL room — ❞ 

            Chuuya looked around again & felt his skin crawl. It wasn’t exactly a laboratory, but it still had the same sort of atmosphere: cold, lonely, lacking any sort of humanity or care. It made anxiety prick at him. Damn you, Mori, you never said it was this bad.

            ❝ This place doesn’t seem very NICE to play in. Why don’t we get you out of here, yeah? ❞  he held his hand out to the younger & offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile, trying to recall the times when he’d needed to comfort the really young children back when he was in the Sheep, a whole other lifetime ago. In the end, Q was just a little kid who didn’t ask for this life.  ❝ I can’t promise you’ll be happier with me, but I will promise you won’t have to be locked away like an animal anymore, I’ll make sure of that. So... will you come back with me? ❞

{ @theircurse liked for a starter! }

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Jono has been at war, curiosity conflicting with cautious, but he seems to have come to a decision in approaching Chuuya. "The kitsune you mentioned recently--tell me about it?" And then, for good measure, he makes certain to add, "and please stick to information one would share in polite company. I think I can live without knowing anything else about your private life with Dazai, thank you."

Really, he's just curious to know a little about this kitsune of theirs. He's met very few youkai in the city.

“ His name is Kurasa! ” The gravity manipulator exclaims, tipsy, & barely curbing his enthusiasm. He will never miss an opportunity to gush about his baby. If only his husband were there to cut him off before he embarrasses himself.

“ Ara left him with us to ward off a curse we were having with wicked spirits attacking us, claiming Inari ‘owed him a favour’ & he would protect us but he’s like… a kid. A very furry, playful kid. We’ve taken to calling him Kura for short. He’s about six hundred years old which from what Ara tells me would be like, a teen in human years. He usually mimics the appearance of a red fox when he’s in disguised form, although he’s fond of shifting into an Akita when we’re in public. Funny you should mention him, he actually found a mate a few months back. ” He explains, reaching for his cell phone. The album unlocks with a quick read of his face & he scrolls for a moment before turning the screen to show the Hunting Dog.

“ That’s his partner Kiyora on the left, although we call her Aura. Dazai found her roaming wild around Yokohama but we think she followed him home to make sure Kura wasn’t being mistreated by humans. ” The image is a serene photo of a reddish orange vulpine youkai curled in a ball in front of the fireplace, six plush tails neatly tucked around his body. Beside him lays a pure white kitsune with a tinge of golden to her fur, closely mimicking the Arctic fox. She has her chin resting on Kura’s back, & a full nine individual tails spread out along the hardwood floor, denoting her as being at least one thousand years old.

“ They recently gave birth to a litter, actually. Five kits born happy & heathy. They’re adorable too. ” Chuuya sounds head over heels in love with the sweet family of kitsune. Who would have thought the personal bodyguard of the Port Mafia’s prodigal Demon King would be so soft hearted?

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@nonhumen said: " chuuya! why are you telling jono-kun things he absolutely does not need to know!? "

“ Look, I figured if anyone would know why a kitsune was behaving weirdly it would be a yōkai. Is it really such a big deal if he knows? Judging by how grossed out he looked he’s not gonna repeat it to anybody. ”

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@nonhumen said: 🎶 (pick ur top five songs for them good luck)

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Verse 1 { Boss!Chuuya & ADA!Dazai }

Remember When ( Push Rewind ) — Chris Wallace

I'm sitting with an empty glass, & a broken heart Thinking to myself 'What have I done?' 'Cause as my future got bright, We started losing light & I couldn't see that you were the one

So can we push-push-push, rewind? Go, go, back in time? When we were kids sneakin' bottles of wine Take, take, take me back I wanna go back, back to what we had

Do you remember when we started this mess? My heart was beating out of my chest Remember when we stole your dad's car? I never thought we'd take it that far Oh, we were flying so high, yeah Partners in crime, so why we'd ever say goodbye?

2. Heatwaves — Glass Animals ( Feat. Iann Dior )

Usually I put something on TV, So we never think about you & me But today I see our reflections clearly In Hollywood, laying on the screen You just need a better life than this You need something I can never give Fake water all across the road It's gone now, the night has come

I've been thinking 'bout what life could be Imagine there was only you & me Woke up from the longest dream Baby, now you got me on my knees I've been waiting on you just to get my hopes up But we can never make it there, I can't help but feeling scared What's it gonna take for you to finally show up? Water in my eyes make it hard to see 'cause

Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June Heatwaves been faking me out Can't make you happier now

3. How Do You Love Someone? — Ashley Tisdale

Momma never told me how to love Daddy never told me how to feel Momma never told me how to touch Daddy never showed me how to heal Momma never set a good example Daddy never held Momma's hand Momma found everything too hard to handle Daddy never stood up like a man

It's hard to talk, to see what's deep inside It's hard to tell the truth, when you've always lied I've walked around broken, Emotionally frozen Getting it on, getting it wrong How do you love someone Without getting hurt? How do you love someone Without crawling through the dirt?

4. Shut Up & Kiss Me — Orianthi

You're too loud, I'm so hyper On paper we're a disaster & I'm driving you crazy It's my little game I push you & you push back Two opposites so alike that Everday's a rollercoaster I'm a bump you never get over

This love, hate, relationship You say you can't handle it But there's no way to stop this now So shut up & kiss me Kick, kick, scream, scream Call it quits But you're just so full of it 'Cause it's too late to close your mouth So shut up & kiss me

5. Gravity — Against The Current

Do you remember feeling invincible? When there was trouble, It was us against the world We kept running, running through the night Chasing the sun 'til anything felt right Can you save me now? I get lost up in the clouds Can you save me now? You were my gravity Now my world is shattering

You left me out there With no one but myself In an open field for the lightning to strike me down I was the moon, you were the sun I can't seem to shine now that you're gone Now I'm out of orbit Because you left without warning Are you somewhere better now?

When you went away, thought it'd never be the same Would the nightmare ever end? If I could do it again I wouldn't change a thing 'Cause it's made me who I am & now I'm shattering

Verse 2 { Boss!Dazai X Bodyguard!Chuuya }

Safe & Sound — Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars

I remember tears streaming down your face When I said 'I'll never let you go' When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said 'don't leave me here alone' But all that's dead & gone & passed tonight

Don't you dare look out your window, darling Everything's on fire The war outside our door keeps raging on Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone

Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You & I'll be safe & sound

2. Sorry About Your Parents — Icon For Hire

I'm sorry about your parents, they sound like bad people Your daddy sounds like a jerk I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough Bending over backwards, never good enough You poor thing, it must suck to be you & I know it's not your fault, it never is, is it?

Mm, I get it, give me a little credit I remember when I was that pathetic Wear my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see Like look what they did to me quick, lay on the sympathy thick You probably have the right to feel how you do You were mistreated & cheated out of the childhood you needed & now you'll never succeed if you're so convinced you're defeated If you're obsessed with your yesterday then you're destined to repeat it

I-I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds It takes more than I have, Pick fights with the past, I always lose Oh, don't you know? That's no way to live

3. Arms — Christina Perri

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart But you came around & you knocked me off the ground from the start How many times will let you me Change my mind & turn around? I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

The world is coming down on me & I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you But I can't make you bleed if I'm alone I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth & I've never opened up I've never truly loved 'till you put your arms around me & I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home

4. If My Heart Was A House — Owl City

You're the sky that I fell through & I remember the view whenever I'm holding you The sun hung from a string Looking down on the world as it warms over everything Chills run down my spine As our fingers entwine & your sighs harmonize with mine Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart Beat fast when you dance with me

We got older, & I should've known ( Do you feel alive? ) That I feel colder when I walk alone ( Oh, but you'll survive ) So I may as well ditch my dismay Circle me & the needle moves gracefully Back & forth If my heart was a compass, you'd be north Risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall wherever you go If my heart was a house, you'd be home

5. You & Me — James TW

I didn't mean to hurt you So why'd I let you walk out the door? You say that you don't know me You don't know who I am anymore But if you knew the truth, then Then you wouldn't feel insecure 'Cause if I didn't have you I wouldn't have nothing at all

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes I always forget that you can't read my mind I know one day we'll look back Stories on the tip of our tongues A library full of pages Remembering when we fell in love All of the broken hearts & the stupid mistakes Have got us to where we are, it was worth all the pain Yeah, we'll look back We'll look back & laugh

As long as I got you & me Moving through this world as a two man team I'll always have everything I need You don't even realize what you mean No one could fall for you quite like me No one could get me so perfectly You don't even realise Oh oh oh You're all that I need

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Birthday Stuff // ACCEPTING

Anonymous asked: What are you doing for your birthday this year, Chuuya?

“ Hah? What kinda question is that? How about minding your own business?! ”

…He’ll probably do nothing. Or the same thing he does every year — turning off his cell phone and sleeping in for once. Then going to the bar to get drunk enough that he forgets how much he hates this stupid day. What’s the point of celebrating the day you crawled out of a crater, anyways?

The redhead remembers exactly one good birthday, his tenth, sitting in a shitty Western style diner at 9pm with some of the Sheep and a pizza barely big enough to feed their party of four. Shirase had stuck some candles in it as a joke, Yuan had the waitress take a picture with some half broken Polaroid camera she’d found dumpster diving. The pizza was way too greasy. He was happy, he thinks. But it didn’t last.

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SATAN @ofpowr asked:  " oh, it's chuuya. "  monotone voice is so quiet it could have been the wind. dazai sits in the corner of the apartment, head resting against the wall as if it were too heavy to even lift. wet hair clings to his face and shrouding his expression. he trembles ever so slightly from the cold.  " hey, tell me something. why don't you hate me, chuuya? i left you all alone in the mafia. you were supposed to hate me. "  (it's my turn to knife you)

               There had been a sinking feeling in his stomach all day.

               Chuuya couldn’t place it, but something had just felt.... off. There was nothing amiss when he arrived at the Port Mafia Headquarters that day, no security breaches, nothing. All things considered, it was a pretty BORING day. Still, the redhead felt so unsettled by the wrongness he sensed in the air that he’d sent Verlaine out to comb the city, twice, just in case his gut feeling was right. But his brother hadn’t turned up anything unusual. He’d texted Dazai a couple of times but didn’t hear back. After a few of hours of sitting uncomfortably in his office, too distracted to complete his paperwork, he’d texted the brunet asking if he wanted to grab dinner together that night. No response. Finally, he’d just outright asked him if he was okay. Nothing. That had set off alarms, Dazai never wasted an opportunity to spend his money, normally he would have said YES even if all he planned to do was sit & stare at Chuuya while he ate, leaving his own food untouched. 

               Too antsy to remain still anymore, the Boss skimmed through everything on his desk, ensuring nothing urgent needed his attention; then, he texted his brother, sister & Hirotsu to let them know he was leaving for the day. Since he rarely stayed at HQ over night anymore unless it was an emergency, Chuuya made his way home to the luxury penthouse apartment he’d semi-moved into after his reunion with Dazai. There were no lights on when he arrived, but the door was unlocked, & that was when he came across an achingly familiar, but not at all surprising sight when the hallway light spilled in on him.

               His partner was curled in on himself in the corner of the kitchen, soaking wet & looking exhausted. Slowly, the older of the two took off his coat, gloves & shoes, locking the door behind him. It was always a mixed feeling to find Dazai this way; fragile, hollowed out... but to his relief { & only his, most likely }, still very much ALIVE. Shedding off all his unnecessary layers, Chuuya turned on the light in the den & walked over before slowly kneeling down beside his boyfriend. He felt the Port Mafia Boss he’d become fade away, leaving behind only a deeply concerned partner & lover.

               ❝ You ought to know by now when you ask me those kinda questions, I never give you the answer you want me to, sweetheart. ❞  He knew how Dazai’s mind worked when he was in this kind of state, at his absolute lowest, hating himself with everything he had in him & wanting everybody else to feel the same way, so he could leave without feeling like those that knew him would be hurt by his death... & every time, Chuuya told him the same thing.  ❝ Because I love you, dumbass. Now come on...  ❞ 

               Strong arms wrapped around the brunet as he stood back up, lifting the detective with him. Quickly realizing just how cold he was, he cursed internally & swept down to hook his arm under Dazai’s legs & lift him up, despite the redhead’s smaller size, he was incredibly strong even without his Ability. Carrying him to their shared room, he sat Dazai down on the bed & stepped into the bathroom to turn the shower on so it could heat up before returning. Then he rejoined his partner, pulling his copper hair up & tying it out of his face. His hands—so violent when he wanted them to be—took care in removing the waterlogged shoes & socks of the detective. There was no pity in his gaze as he removed Dazai’s jacket & tie, unbuttoning his vest & shirt, sliding them down off of shivering shoulders, discarding them off to the side to worry about later; the only thing present in azure eyes was WARMTH. Given the bandages were already unravelling from how saturated they’d become, he removed those as well, after only hesitating for a second.

               Once he’d undressed his boyfriend & he’d stripped off himself, he pulled him back up with arms around him securely & led him into the bathroom, which had filled with steam by now. Testing to make sure it wasn’t too hot, Chuuya encouraged Dazai to step into the shower with him, to get that CHILL out of his thin frame. As soon as they were both under the warmth of the spray, he pulled the brunet down to the floor of the shower with him, & against his chest. 

               ❝ I’ve got you, Love, I’m here now. ❞  Chuuya murmured, hugging him tightly, one hand cupping the back of his head, squeezing his eyes shut against the tears that threatened to spill. It wasn’t the time; Dazai NEEDED him right now.

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            Chuuya told himself he wasn’t EXPECTING any other response, so it wasn’t possible for Dazai’s decision to hurt him. He knew it wasn’t personal, the brunet had wanted to die since before they even met, eight years — half of that without contact — hadn’t changed that. It wasn’t about him, his personal feelings didn’t matter.

            ...As far as Dazai was concerned, they never had. 

            But he still wasn’t happy to hear his response, & it might have been just a little bit too obvious as Chuuya flattened his hands against the top of the dark walnut dresser, fingers turning WHITE as his nails dug into the surface, & staring in the mirror with a hard expression. They had both changed a lot in the last four years, & he couldn’t decide if it was a good thing. The redhead grimaced at his reflection with distain & found his gaze shifting slightly to the left, catching Dazai’s reflection some few feet away from him instead.

            Without realizing it, his eyes softened.

            ❝ Very well, if that is what you want. I’ll arrange for it the moment Kuro is available, he & his sister were both sent on a mission two nights ago, they should be returning shortly. ❞  The twins were a part of Chuuya’s personal staff. He exhaled & closed his eyes for a moment, & when he turned around to face the brunet, his expression was carefully crafted BLANKNESS.  ❝ In exchange for a swift & painless death, I would like a favour from you. ❞  Hesitance seemed to permeate the air, but he lifted his head & met the other’s mahogany eyes, placing a hand on his own chest.  ❝ Accompany me for dinner this evening? I have questions, as I’m sure you do as well, & it would be best to settle those matters quickly before we... go our separate ways once more. ❞

            The words tasted like bitter POISON on his tongue, but he forced himself not to flinch, not to cry or rage even a little. Only the smallest waver of his voice gave away the fact he was feeling anything in that moment.  ❝ Call it, hmm... closure. What do ya say, Mackerel? ❞  Chuuya flashed Dazai a grin, practically a smirk, as playful & sharp as the ones he often wore when they were kids, yet so fake it almost hurt to look at. None of his subordinates, except those closest to him, would notice the slight PINCH between his eyebrows, the way his eyes looked almost too bright to be normal.

            He’s not yours to grieve, Chuuya reminded himself as the void that lived inside of his chest seemed to grow just a little bit bigger. He never was.

{ @longerhuman​ asked:  ❝  I’ve  made  my  decision ,  mister  mafia  -  boss .   I  want  to  be  executed . now  hurry  it  up ,  won’t  you  ?  this  place  is  hardly  efficient  anymore ,   &.   i’m  sick  of  being  locked  in  this  room  with  you.  you  still  snore ,  chibi - kun . ❞  // forrr pm boss chuuya }

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Prompts // @mckiingbiird​ asked: Smash or Pass + Harper for both Chuuya & Ara 👀

            ❝ What, that nerd from the Guild’s legal team? ❞  Chuuya smirked,  ❝ Is that even allowed? ❞

            ❝ Aw, come on Hikari~ the human is pretty. I wouldn’t mind playing with him. Please...? ❞  Ara pouted, propping his chin up in his hand.  ❝ Besides, since when do you care what you are & are not allowed to do? ❞

            ❝ I— you know what, fair point. Eh, what the hell. Suppose there’s no harm in it so long as nobody brings up work. ❞

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"Here, something to update your wardrobe." Yosano is holding out a department store bag for Chuuya to take. She'd been out on a shopping trip for herself, but has ended up bringing a gift back for Chuuya. A leather jacket (just his size, because she's that good). Like Fukuzawa, she's not obvious in her displays of affection--however this is proof enough that she was thinking about their youngest member. "I know it'll suit you."

Chuuya liked to think he’d been getting along well with the his Agency coworkers.

Well… sort of coworkers.

He wasn’t sure how much work they were actually accomplishing as a group of three teenagers. Ranpo seemed to solve all the cases single-handedly, but he felt like his internship was going great regardless!

That said, despite initially thinking she was kind of scary, Yosano was definitely his favourite. She was so cool! The boy didn’t normally like doctors, but she’d been nice to him so far. She didn’t even threaten to hurt him when he got scared while getting his shots.

So when she comes back from her outing with a black leather jacket in his size, his eyes are as wide as saucers. “ WHOA! That’s so cool! ” The former experiment blurted, reaching out to run his hands over the sleek black leather.

He can’t help but try it on immediately, delighted when he declared, “ It’s cold! ” He was always overheating, running several degrees hotter than an ordinary human due to the nature of his Ability. The fabric was cool to the touch. He twists & turns to look at it on himself, hugging his arms around himself. Azure eyes look up at her, sparkling with joy. Then without warning he’s darted forward to wrap his arms around Yosano’s middle, head only reaching to just under her shoulders at this point.

“ Thank you, neesan! ” He said, before realizing his hasty slip up. “ If… if you’re okay being called that, I mean… ”

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Prompts // @longerhuman​ said:  “  no ,  don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ”

               The sun had been steadily rising on the HORIZON for some time now, gentle streaks of light cascading through the parted curtains of the bedroom, bathing the sleeping couple in a warm autumnal glow. Having been stirred awake by the sunlight peeking in at them, the redhead blinked, gray-blue eyes still heavy with sleep, his body ACHING pleasantly from last night’s activities as he stretched & turned his head..

               He smiled fondly at the sight of dark brown hair falling along his partner’s pale complexion, reaching out to tenderly brush an errant chocolate curl behind his ear before moving to climb out of the bed. Dazai’s voice & the light grip around his WRIST startled him a bit, & he glanced back down at the detective, evidently not as asleep as he had presumed. It was already passed the time Chuuya normally woke up by, he really should be getting breakfast & starting his day by now... & yet... 

               Rolling his eyes, the redhead surrendered with a huff & laid back down. Since he was being kept HOSTAGE in his own bed, the mafia executive reached over & dragged Dazai forward, pulling the taller man into his arms. Much better.  ❝ Fine, you big baby. But only for another hour max, unlike you, some of us are actually expected to DO our job. ❞

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@prodigls said: [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare ( for the husbands of course )

Nightmares were not unusual in their home , they all had them , even Chuuya since unlocking his once lost memories , though his were less common . Dazai didn’t typically talk about his bad dreams unless they were disturbing enough to need intervention on , which they weren’t always . Tonight , unfortunately , was one of those nights . He’s fast asleep , Kura & Aura are curled up on the end of the bed , & Chuuya didn’t notice anything amiss until he felt an arm hit him on the side , light & nonthreatening , but it was enough to jostle awake a martial artist trained by the world’s best assassin .

“ Osamu ? ” he rubs his eyes & sits up , reaching over to pull the chain on his nightstand lamp . As soon as he saw his husband he understood the problem . The young man was twisted up in their bedsheets , tangling himself up worse as he struggled , sweat beginning to bead on his face , his breathing shallow & frightened . Kura was awake now , whining in distress & pawing at Dazai’s chest , trying to wake him up as gently as possible . His heart clenched painfully at the sight of his partner so upset , & without a second thought , Chuuya pulled the matted blankets away & tugged his husband into his arms . He feels his breathing hitch as Dazai wakes up , catching on a silent sob , but before he could say anything , the redhead is already hushing him .

“ Shhh , it’s okay , angel , I’m here . I’ve got you . You’re okay . ” he crushes him gently against his chest , pressing kisses along his temple . “ It was just a bad dream , we’re okay . Everyone is alright , & I’m here . ” he runs his fingers through messy dark hair , combing out the unruly strands as he begins to hum softly in the back of his throat . Dazai had once told him , that he thought he had the faintest impression of a memory , the earliest he could recall , of his mother Tane brushing his hair & singing to him , before she got sick . They think that’s why Chuuya doing the same has always soothed him . So that’s what the smaller male does ; he tucks his husband tight against his chest , safe from the world , & sings oh so quietly into his partner’s hairline , drowning out the demons attacking his mind .

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“ Mmm, that’s what I like to see. Somebody who gets me. ” Chuuya grins. He might not be ready to declare anything serious with Harper yet due to the fear of loss that directs his every waking moment, but he could appreciate how much they click together, personality wise.

23/25 is admittedly pretty good…

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💀

“ We get it! You’re a lazy control freak who can’t throw a punch for shit! ” Chuuya scowls as he rips the sheet of paper out of Dazai’s hands. “ …you can keep up with me, eh? ” His fault for not specifying if he meant physically, mentally, verbally or whatever he supposes. But everything else…

Huh. Dazai really did check most of his boxes, didn’t he? Sure, there were a lot of things he flat out did not like about the detective, mostly regarding how fucking fake he felt the need to be for some reason, but… they did have their moments. Plus after he busted him out of Meursault, Dazai had been surprisingly not awful to him for once.

“ Alright, fine. 6pm, this Friday. I’ll take you out to whatever restaurant you like & buy you dinner. Just… try to show up with your clothes dry for a change. ”

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" i would have aced this if chuuya didn't have literally godlike stamina!! " he's pouting, don't mind him.

“ Love you too, Mackerel! ” Chuuya beams at his husband. “ Besides, you love my godlike stamina, & you know it. ” That could be meant in several ways, none of which were PG-13, so he doesn’t go into details about it.

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@mckiingbiird said: ❛ come back to bed. ❜

Chuuya didn’t sleep a lot most of the time. Over the last few years his ability to stay consistently asleep throughout the night became more & more scarce. These days he tended to average 4 or 5 hours at most, if that, & sometimes he’d manage to catch a few 15-30 minute power naps at work in his office chair, if it wasn’t busy.

Ever since he’d started hooking up with Harper he found himself sleeping more than he normally would, sometimes as many as 7 hours which was extremely rare for him. Not a bad thing, necessarily, but it was weird for a… well, to be honest, he wasn’t sure what they were. Most of his hookups never made it as far as his apartment — usually, if it was at work, it would be some unused room in a dark hallway, a meeting room… once or twice in the basement if he could get away with it but Verlaine had kicked him out the last time, claiming he ‘didn’t need to hear that’. Killjoy.

Bottom line was, Chuuya didn’t take people home. Hell, he barely undressed in front of people if he could avoid it; as far as he was concerned the only things that needed to be uncovered around a fuckbuddy was the parts you were going to be using, which made getting naked an unnecessary chore & an unneeded potential for vulnerability.

One thing he’d quickly learned with the lawyer the Guild kept on retainer? He was a cuddler. He liked to sleep in & he tended to linger. Not a bad thing in & of itself but it wasn’t something Chuuya was used to. Even Ara didn’t tend to stick around the time or two they’d fooled around, he usually went off to harass Fumiya at the Agency if he wasn’t stirring up mischief.

Chuuya feels like he’s out of his depth having guests over after so long, but when he feels a hand catch him by the wrist as he’s attempting to slip out to go to work, he finds himself blinking down into familiar hazel eyes. He couldn’t tell if the request was meant to be sleepy or sensual - sue him, he just woke up - but the bigger problem lay in the fact that Chuuya was starting to not mind either. He should really say no. He should be tossing Harper his clothes & telling him he needs to shower & leave, that he doesn’t do relationships & this is getting a bit too familiar for his comfort.

But he doesn’t do that.

Instead he finds himself sliding back under the covers with a sigh, “ You know, not all of us have a contract with some delusional rich asshole, & have to go to work regularly. ” He gripes without any real venom, tossing his arm around the older man’s waist & dragging him back against his chest. Maybe another hour or two wouldn’t hurt.