#my soukoko is just crack

[sirdullahan00]

Self-indulging sketches cuz I miss these 2 idiots

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Not sure about any brush rn so I am a bit clumsy

[kouomi]

hi, ik you haven't posted my first request yet, but I was wondering if you could write a soukoko fic where Dazai and Chuuya have been dating for a while and Dazai wants to propose to him, but everytime he thinks is the perfect moment, they get interrupted? Also, I love your work and I'm looking forward to all of your posts <3

Trials and Errors

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,364

A/N: this definitely took me way too long to get out. I had to put the beginning like a head cannon because I knew if I didn’t I would’ve made this wayyy too long!

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Posted: December 20th 2021, 6:26 PM ET

so

Dazai has had the ring for literal months, just sitting in the pocket of his overcoat

He bought it one day after seeing Chuuyas eyes linger on the jewelry shops windows a second longer than they normally did, his gaze directed towards the engagement rings. It was subtle, but it was enough for Dazai to pick up on the hidden desire.

It took a few days and Kunikidas reluctant advice, but he had finally bought the perfect ring

And proceeded to not use it

Now, it’s not as if he purposefully kept postponing the proposal

No, it was more like outside forces were so determined to continuously set off his plans that they forced him to repeatedly reschedule and redesign

The first time they were going on a stroll through a park, not really doing anything just being together. Dazai looked at Chuuya and it was like something clicked in that moment.

He reached into his pocket and called Chuuyas name, his fingers curling around the small velvet box

Just as he began to lower himself so he get could down on one knee a phone rang

His, to be exact

Atsushi had never been more scared of Dazai than he was when he answered that call

Literally thought he was going to die

The second time he’d managed to drag Chuuya to a restaurant

Don’t ask him how because even he doesn’t know how, it was one of very few times they’d ever set foot in one together

So he took this as some kind of sign and decided to propose there

After they had finished eating he inconspicuously stuffed his hand in the pocket the little velvet box sat in, nodding along to what Chuuya was saying as he did so

Right as he pulled it out and started glancing to the side to get out of his chair, clapping breaks out across the restaurant

He looks towards the source of the commotion and has to stop himself from complaining out loud, his expression immediately turning sour

A few tables away a couple was smiling at each other as the man slide a ring on his now fiancées finger

Dazai quickly turned away and dropped his ring back into his pocket with a small grumble

He couldn’t propose immediately after them, that ruined the whole idea of it being a special thing for the two of them

So he waited for the next opportunity

It came, but was interrupted by Chuuya suddenly being called into a meeting

Then the Guild showed up

Then the Mafia attacked the Agency (they got into a fight after that one)

Three other attempts came and were shot down before they could even begin, and by that point Dazai was fed up

He wanted to propose so badly, the urge building up like a fifty pound weight weighing down on his shoulders that only got heavier the longer it was prolonged

He was going to propose, there was no doubt about it

Dazai let out a heavy breath as he stood outside Chuuyas door, rolling his shoulders as he feels nerves roll over him. He had felt like this every time he went to see his boyfriend following his decision to propose, tossed between a constant state of nervousness and confidence on nearly an hourly basis. It was like being in a ship on the high seas during a hurricane, the ship being made of the box that continues to make its home in his pocket and the storm the events that continued to keep it in there. It was beginning to come to a breaking point, seasickness ruling over his gut and the bow of the ship beginning to crack and pull apart.

He had originally come to Chuuyas apartment with the intent of dropping in to say hi before they were pulled back to work for an unprecedented time apart, but he had a sudden determination to propose here and now. There may be no other chance to do so, considering how anytime he had decided to commit to the looming idea something managed to ruin his plans. Here, right outside his apartment with nothing and no one else around, it was impossible to be interrupted.

Yes, he decided as the front door opened, he would be proposing in this exact moment.

Chuuyas eyes meet Dazais for a split second and he opens his mouth to say something but is ultimately cut off by the man across from him kneeling down. He stares at him incredulously as he reaches a hand into the pocket of his overcoat and pulls something out, something that looks ridiculously similar to a engagement ring box. Dazai smiles up at him as he holds it out and gently opens it, revealing the ring that sat inside in between two plush velvet cushions.

“Nakahara Chuuya,” He begins, ignoring the gaping expression on his face, “Would you do me — and you — the pleasure of marrying me?”

Chuuya doesn’t reply, only continues to stare with wide eyes and his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he attempts and fails to reply. Dazai keeps his cool expression and smug smile while trying to ignore the way his heart beats faster than it ever had before. He was more nervous in this moment now than he had been in the moments before the multiple times he almost proposed all put together, dozens upon dozens of unclear thoughts running through his head as he awaited Chuuyas answer. They continue to stare at each other, their eyes locked onto one another’s as if searching for some hidden answer, something telling them how this would turn out in the others irises but find nothing other than the same eyes they had been looking into for years. Maybe, they thought, that was the answer; they found nothing but each other because that was all they were meant to find. Maybe that was the only thing they needed, the only extra push required to come to a decision.

Chuuya straightens his back and brings his feet together to stand fully before Dazai, blinking down at him once more before opening his mouth to reply.

“I-“

Dazai leans closer as he waits for the rest of the answer as if leaning on the edge of his seat at the end of a movie, but it never comes. Instead, Chuuya is interrupted by the gentle ding of the elevator down the hall shortly followed by a pair of footsteps approaching the apartment.

“Chuuya, you’re needed-“ Akutagawa starts, but is ultimately cut off when Dazai lifts one of his legs to kick him back down the hall. He doesn’t look towards him even after a large crash is heard, only wipes his face of the sour expression it had taken on when he’d heard his voice and replaces it with a smile as he looks back to Chuuya.

“You were saying?” He asks.

Chuuya blinks a few times and glances out into the hallway for a few seconds before clearing his throat and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You know I’m not wearing that ring around, right?” He says with fake annoyance, turning up his chin only to glance back down at him.

Dazai can’t resist the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips as he stands, looking down at Chuuya with nothing but cocky adoration.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” He says quietly.

Chuuya looks up at him with confusion but Dazai doesn’t answer it, instead looming closer and pressing his lips to his. This made it all worth it, he thought, the multiple failed and interrupted attempts at proposal were worth it for the amount of joy and warming love that flowed through him in this moment.

Dazai takes a few steps forward as the couple stumble into Chuuyas apartment and closes the door with his foot, ignoring Akutagawa who stood outside watching on with horror-filled confusion.

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