Listen listen... kouyou who thrives in the light of day and being the center of attention. She’s been queens, she’s been goddesses, she’s been oracles and empresses and so many things she can’t even name them all.
On the other hand,in the underground, there’s whispers of an evil so dark and dangerous that not even the most fearsome of criminals dares to spark its ire. It has a taste for /men/,the whispers say,and you’re /lucky/ if your body ends up found within a few days.
and then /slow/ transition back into normal life."
"Six WEEKS?" Chuuya repeats, sounding /appalled/. Anger must be giving him energy because he's sitting up straighter, pinning Gide with a glare. "You can't /make/ me not go, not if I start to feel better. Just give me a note for
two weeks, and I'll be fine."
He is the most /stubborn/ fucking person Dazai has /ever/ met--
But he's met his match with Gide. Because /Gide/ doesn't have emotional attachment to him, doesn't want to see him happy above all else and wouldn't give into him just to make him
smile.
Gide only has /one/ goal-- get Chuuya healthy-- and he won't give in on that.
"I'll be giving /Dazai/ your note for the next /three/ months," Gide answers, steady and calm in the face of Chuuya's rising irritation, "And you're right, I can't make you take care of
Pretty sure HN Chuuya is gonna have a big degradation kink 🤔
Dazai: aw, you look so pathetic when ur riding my thigh like that 🥺 desperate little slut, arent you
Chuuya: 🥺 yes daddy
Dazai: you’re so wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you.
Chuuya: 🥺
Dazai: I bet you’d let anyone fuck you, as long as they had a big enough cock
Chuuya: noooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 just you
Dazai: just me, hm? My little slut?
Chuuya: yeah 🥺
Dazai: prove it then. Cum for me, just like this. Show me how bad you want it
And then he makes Chuuya grind against his thigh until he’s crying cuz he’s so used to cumming on dazai’s cock, feeling so full he might break from it, that it’s /hard/ to come while empty now 😭
His hands wind up in Dazai’s hair, tugging on the strands lightly as he runs his fingers through it. It’s wild, and it’s starting to grow out again. The strands stick up for a moment when he brushes them out before falling under
their own weight. The undercut at the back is more of a fuzzy shave now, and could use a trim.
Or maybe he’s growing it out? Chuuya tries to imagine what that’d look like, Dazai’s face with his hair curving around his cheeks or brushing against his shoulders.
He wants to see
what that looks like. He likes the idea of being with Dazai long enough to watch his hair grow out.
It’s the simple changes that make his heart feel the warmest.
“Dazai,” he murmurs, tugging a little harder.
“No,” Dazai grumbles, nuzzling closer like he can avoid being