I Love You’s
I love you.
Chuuya notices that Dazai likes to say it a lot.
Dazai murmurs it into his ear after sex, his breath tickling his hair as they spoon, Chuuya curling into Dazai’s warmth and Dazai protectively holding him.
Dazai throws it over his shoulder before he walks out the door each day for work, his voice teasing when Chuuya yells, “Shut up!” after him because honest to god, he’ll never get sick of hearing but he feels that he needs to say something.
Sometimes it’s not just verbal.
Chuuya will find notes stuck in the books he’s reading, crumpled up in his pockets, tucked under his pillow when Dazai can’t home that day, held down by a cup of coffee when Chuuya wakes up late or just stuck on the fridge’s door, all worded differently but all with the same meaning.
They’re everywhere, serving as constant reminders when Dazai himself can’t.
I love you.
Sometimes, when Dazai has really gone and done it, Chuuya locks him out of their apartment because he thinks Dazai needs to learn a lesson. He sits with his back against the door and so does Dazai until Chuuya’s not feeling as murderous. Dazai likes to say it through the door too, the words muffled by the wood but still clear regardless, asking Chuuya childishly to let him back in. Chuuya always complies eventually.
When Dazai scares Chuuya with his sporadic disappearances, no matter how many times it happens and despite knowing Dazai is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, Chuuya can’t help but cry in relief when he does see Dazai again. Dazai always embraces him, tucking Chuuya’s head against his chin, hand slowly stroking his hair. He apologizes and breathes it into Chuuya’s ear as he comforts the red head.
Of course, not all situations could be sweet.
“Do you trust me?” Dazai asks with a grin.
“Chuuya,” Dazai whines like they have all the time in the world. They’re cornered and their only choice is to jump off a bridge but Chuuya’ll be damned if he fulfils Dazai’s stupid wish for double suicide.
“I swear if we die-” I’ll still love you.
“Love you!” Dazai interrupts cheerfully before jumping, yanking Chuuya along. So does Chuuya but he can’t really think of anything but the fast approaching water. He’s too busy screaming at Dazai as well, I wasn’t ready you shitty bastard! Scratch that. He really hates Dazai at the moment.
Dazai has to buy him a new hat and outfit because his old ones are ruined.
Sometimes, Dazai has no shame. “I love you!” he exclaims loudly in the middle of a picnic with everyone sitting around them.
Chuuya spins around, ready to do some serious bodily damage before Dazai pecks him on the lips, silencing any rebuke.
It’s a ceasefire and everyone is trying to relax.
Atsushi chokes on his drink and Akutugawa simply uses Rashamon to slap his back to prevent Atsushi from dying.
“No need to shout it out for the whole world to hear,” Kunikida grumbles from not very far away, writing in his notebook.
“But I love Chuuya!” Dazai says more insistently and Chuuya is ready to reach over and Dazai with all his strength. Kunikida is somewhat right. Not everyone needs to know his private, he doubts Dazai even knows what that word means, love life.
“It’s quite obvious,” Kouyou says delicately, a serene expression on her face. “You made it clear when you were younger as well. Chuuya as well.” Dazai beams brightly and Chuuya can’t help but flush. He thought he was being subtle but Kouyou knew.
“I LOVE CHUUYA!“
“SHUT UP YOU SHITTY BASTARD!"
Chuuya goes to punch Dazai using his powers until he remembers Dazai’s stupid ability and kicks him instead.
Dazai doesn’t seem affected, the shit eating grin still pasted on his face.
"I LOVE YOU!"
Chuuya storms away because he can’t handle the embarrassment of everyone looking at them but he knows that Dazai means every word despite how silly it all sounds.
"CHUUYA IS THE ONLY-"
Kunikida fires the stun gun he creates with his notebook, effectively silencing Dazai. For a bit anyways.
Chuuya makes a note to buy the blond a very expensive bottle of wine.
Chuuya hates storms and Dazai knows so he’ll bundle Chuuya up in blankets and build a pillow fort so they can huddle together for warmth. Dazai laughs every time thunder sounds and Chuuya jumps, or when the lightening flashes across the sky, illuminating the darkened room, making Chuuya burrow into his chest.
"You’re adorable,” Dazai says affectionately, carding his fingers through Chuuya’s unbelievably bright red hair.
“Shut up,” Chuuya grumbles, making a move to scoot away but when the lightening cuts through the darkness again and the thunder reverberates through the room, he dives back towards Dazai. Dazai laughs and wraps his arms around Chuuya.
“There’s nothing wrong with being cute.” Chuuya huffs and tries to free an arm to smack some sense into Dazai but epically fails.
“I’m a Port Mafia executive Dazai, I can’t afford to be cute.” Dazai hums, curling around Chuuya.
Chuuya flinches as thunder sounds again and Dazai leans forward until their noses are touching.
“I love you,” Dazai chirps.
Chuuya narrows his eyes and rears his head back before head butting Dazai as hard as he can.
Dazai likes runs his hand through Chuuya’s hair. “Did you cut it?” he suddenly asks and Chuuya startles.
“I gave it a trim, it was getting a bit long.” When Dazai doesn’t answer, he starts to panic.
“Do you not like-” Dazai cuts him off with a kiss.
“I love it,” Dazai tells Chuuya. “Just as much as I love you.” Chuuya can’t believe Dazai’s being sappy again but this time, he doesn’t have the urge to hurt Dazai because they’re not in public.
“You’re such a sap,” he complains and Dazai bobs his head agreement before returning to touching Chuuya’s hair.
Sometimes Dazai’s just ridiculous.
Either he clings onto Chuuya like there’s no tomorrow or he disappears off the face of the earth without a hint to where the hell he goes.
He’s gotten better though.
He sends letters.
Not letters, more like short messages because Dazai’s too busy, dumb or shitty, take your pick, to write something to explain what he’s actually doing.
Chuuya thinks Dazai has a phobia of explaining anything until shit has happened.
I’ll be gone for a bit! Of course I’ll be back, when will I never be back but make sure Akutugawa doesn’t kill Atsushi while I’m gone!
He flips over the letter, looking for any clue but no.
Rolling his eyes, he throws the paper aside and reaches for a bottle of wine.
He needs it.
Halfway through the bottle, he looks over at the paper and nearly drops his wine.
It’s landed near a candle and something has changed on the back.
Chuuya rushes over and grabs it, and stares at the calligraphy on the back in disbelief.
I love you!!!
Chuuya lets out a growl.
Could. Dazai. Just. Be. Normal.
Dazai’s wearing a scarf for once and for all because Kouyou told him that if he didn’t, his cold would get worse. Chuuya’s fussing over how atrocious it looks and promptly drags him out to get Dazai a newer, better looking one.
"How about this one?“ Dazai suggests, hiding a smile behind his scarf when Chuuya’s blue eyes widen in horror.
"Chuuya,” Dazai teases. “It’s just a scarf."
"But it doesn’t compliment your eyes,” Chuuya mutters, turning his back on Dazai to look at more scarves.
“And this is why I love you,” Dazai mumbles into his scarf, not expecting Chuuya to hear any of it.
“Did you say something?” Chuuya asks, glancing back over his shoulder as his hands pause on a scarf that would look absolutely stunning with Chuuya’s hair.
“No, no, nothing,” Dazai replies sweetly, the fakest smile he can manage plastered onto his face.
Chuuya’s eyes narrow because Dazai’s lying and he knows he heard something.
"How about that scarf?” Dazai tries to change the subject, pointing at a scarf he knows that Chuuya will recoil from.
The annoyed screech confirms it and Chuuya forgets.
Chuuya doesn’t say it often because he’s not as open as Dazai and he doesn’t want everyone to know his feelings.
But now he doesn’t care.
“Dazai!” he sobs, his gloved hands grasping Dazai’s limp one.
He doesn’t know exactly what happened but all he knows is that Atsushi had called him and in a very shaky tone told him some bastard had hurt Dazai. Badly.
Dazai’s covered in bandages, even more than usual and he’s quiet and unmoving.
What Chuuya wouldn’t do to have the obnoxious, loud and stupid Dazai back.
“Please don’t go,” he pleads. “Please don’t go…"
Dazai doesn’t respond and Chuuya breaks down even more.
"Dazai, you shitty bastard,” he tries to raise his voice but fails miserably. “You can’t die because I love you!” He puts his head down and feels the tears slipping down his face and he’s ready to go kill whoever did this.
“Am I in heaven? Chuuya saying he loves me?” Dazai’s smug tone hits him like a truck and Chuuya’s head snaps back up, mouth hanging open.
“D-Dazai?” One of Dazai’s eyes crack open and Dazai has the nerve to crack a grin.
“I’m fine.” Chuuya lets out an enraged roar and Dazai smirks.
“Aw, little kitten was trying to roar-"
Chuuya launches himself at Dazai and he’s aware of Atsushi and Akutugawa bursting into the room with panicked expressions.
"You,” Chuuya fumes, pointing at Dazai when Rashamon holds hims back. “Have no shame. I take back what I said."
"Aw, Chuuya, I love you too!"
Chuuya sees red.
I… I have no excuse about why this took me so freaking long time (three weeks if I’m not wrong) other then the fact that Dazai is a little shit who will not cooperate with me.
I tried but skk is really, really hard to write :DDD
Chuuya and Dazai are complicated little shits.
Dedicated to @senren senpai (I think this could count as a super late birthday present) because she dragged me into skk hell and is doing a great job of keeping me there