hypermoyashi

[ This is the first ever thing I wrote for soukoku, as well as the first request I ever wrote. Even if it is a bit old, I'm still kind of fond of this one ^^ ]

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationship(s): Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya
Warnings: Mature Rating, Alcohol, Swearing, Depression, Implied/Referenced Sex, Dazai-typical suicide mentions, unhealthy dynamics
Summary: Relationships, as with most things in life, have a learning curve. The important thing was that they were both trying.

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The light breeze coming off the Tokyo Bay rustled Chuuya’s hair and coat, creating a whisper of noise barely audibly over the sound of voices filling the park. Enjoying the feel of the soft wind on his skin, he lounged on a bench and passively observed his surroundings. The park was deep in Mafia territory, the port clearly visible just beyond the row of trees linings its borders, but in broad daylight, it didn’t exactly seem like their territory. Oblivious to what happened in this place once nighttime fell, people milled through the park with their children, pets, and dates.

Still, even with their ignorance, almost everyone gave Chuuya a wide berth when they strolled past. Dressed as he was, in finely tailored clothes colored with the dark shades of the mafia, he supposed he must look rather imposing, like some sort of white collar criminal. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth, actually.

He felt a soft tapping on his shoulder, and, on pure instinct, Chuuya whipped out a knife and stopped just short of ramming it into the jugular of whoever had touched him.

“Chhuuuuuya, we’re in public,” Dazai complained.

He swore and jammed the knife back into its hiding place in his coat, then he shot Dazai a glare. “Idiot, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me?” He glanced around to make sure no one had seen that, or, more pressingly, called the police on them. Luckily, most of the park goers seemed to be too absorbed in their own lives to notice them.

“But Chuuya looked so serene,” Dazai stated, leaning forward to rest his arms across the back of the bench, just next to Chuuya. “It’s not my fault if you drop your guard.”

“What part of me almost stabbing you in the throat screamed ‘unguarded’ to you?”

[ Read it on Ao3 ]