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— OF BITES AND CLOUDS
⚽️ omegaverse college AU
⚽️ onesided enemies to lovers
⚽️ prude x fuckboy
⚽️ omega Dazai / alpha Chuuya
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I love my little headcanon that Dazai is nice and polite at the start around Kyouka but grows into some sort of gentle but strict older brother figure for her because he’s like “I messed up the guy who messed you up but now I can try and make it better”
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A/B/O skk AU (nsfw)
Dazai and Chuuya were meant to be friends since the day they were born. One could almost say, this immediate friendship was intended by their mothers when they each got pregnant around the same time.
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Omegazai giving birth while Chuuya is on a mission to save Yokohama and there’s just no way around it, he has to use Corruption. Dazai feels the burning power of it through their mating bond and has to give birth knowing the father of his child is dying at the same time.
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Omegazai who doesn’t realize he’s pregnant until he sees a slight curve in his usually flat belly. The realization doesn’t kick in immediately and he just stands in front of the mirror looking at himself from all angles, running his hand softly over the sensitive bump.
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@eu_gi_oh
Nah fr somehow bsd is popular enough to have 5 seasons, an spin-off series, a movie and OVA and yet whenever I tell other anime fans irl that bsd is my fave anime they're like "huh what's that? Never heard of it." and then you mention Dazai and they're like "Ohhh that guy yeaah"
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What if Chuuya makes Dazai wear a buttplug to work and the thought that Chuuya’s cum from last night is still trapped inside is enough to make Dazai quiet down just a tad compared to his usual bubbly antics.
Basically, Chuuya doing Kunikida a favour every once in a while.
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Dazai when he can’t be a pillow princess because he’s not canonically a softboy (he totally is have you seen how he looks at sunsets?)
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ideal and pushing her to her limits like he did with Akutagawa and Akutagawa did with her.
I just love seing Dazai take genuine responsibility over other people, especially those who are younger than him since he’s good with kids
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Omegazai being so sore after days of heat-induced fucking that he just can’t take any more so alpha Chuuya pushes his throbbing cock between his soft thighs and jerks both of them off with his hand while the other twists his nipples just to hear Dazai whine about how mean he is.
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And so when Kyouka starts going to High School (because the agency decides that it would benefit her) and he’s the one who goes to the parent-teacher conferences, he’s the one who makes sure her grades stay good
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THE UGLY DUCKLING
(all links)
- omegaverse thread
- omega dazai / alpha chuuya
- childhood friends to strangers to lovers
- nsfw 🔞
A/B/O skk AU (nsfw)
Dazai and Chuuya were meant to be friends since the day they were born. One could almost say, this immediate friendship was intended by their mothers when they each got pregnant around the same time.
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And it would be funny if Kouyou happens to be around and witness him using this new parenting style on Kyouka and it’s weirdly comforting to know that Kyouka has Dazai, and Dazai in turn is learning to be patient and doing it for Kyouka’s wellbeing instead of striving for some
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Dazai loves the idea of doing something sinful around other people while keeping up the image of a goofy good guy. Everyday day there’s a bunny butt plug sitting snuggly between his cheeks and every time Kunikida slaps him he can’t help but clench around it, teasing his prostate.
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And oh, imagine Kyouka coming to the agency after school and Dazai is just standing there, arms crossed going “why did your teacher just call me and tell me you snuck a cat into class and now you got detention?”
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Omegazai knowing he’s pregnant cuz he took a test literally two weeks after getting knocked up but he doesn’t fully realize it until his stomach turns into a bump.
He never made a fuss about the pregnancy then suddenly Chuuya has to touch his belly at all times or else Dazai:
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He doesn’t want to have to look at Chuuya’s stupid face. And he’s always staring right at him too. Every time Dazai wants to glance over and take in the slight changes in the redhead’s appearance, he finds him already staring back at him. It’s infuriating.
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someone: “WE NEED A DISTRACTION!”
Dazai: *grabs the mic and starts singing ‘holding out for a hero’ in a crowd of big buff violent gay men*
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I don’t usually do wip wednesdays but I since it is the 6th in Germany and kids usually get treats today, I wanted to share a lil snip from OBAC ch11👀😌
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Dazai pushes the door open and takes a deep breath as his eyes search the place for someone very specific.
Dazai smiles, struts over to the table with the perfect view of the rainy street and slides into the free chair.
He smiles, “Sorry for making you wait, Odasaku.”
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Tired mafia executive Chuuya coming home to his cat-hybrid Dazai tangled up in the led lights of their Christmas Tree, unable to get out on his own, screaming like a dying cat.
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MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS
🌙 omegaverse
🌙 alpha Chuuya / omega Dazai
🌙 dubcon somnophilia
🌙 3.3k words
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“Well,” she presses her lips into a thin line, “That’s too bad. He’s a very good boy.”
“I’m sure he is,” Chuuya rolls his eyes.
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He stumbles back and the back of his legs hits his bed and he plops down on it.
“Don’t fucking call me tiny, or small or anything like that every again, got it?” he growls.
Dazai sits up and rubs the back of his head, “Whatever, shrimp.”
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Need Dazai to be really bad at it but so so eager to suck Chuuya’s cock. Need him to be on his knees on the cold marble floor of Chuuya’s apartment, hands bound behind his back and nose pressed into Chuuya’s crotch just because he wants to be close to his dick.
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Dazai being so insecure when he’s naked and alone, that when he moves in with Chuuya he never showers for more than five minutes. Chuuya starts to notice and so one day he barges in and bends him over, fucks him bareback and cums on his back while telling him how good he looks.
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Omega Dazai who doesn't like to nest but when he breaks into Chuuya's place everything smells so...good. And that's how Chuuya comes home to find Dazai curled up in his bed under a pile of chaotically arranged clothes and blankets.
#omegadazai
#alphachuuya
#BSD
#Soukoku
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Dazai’s hair being so shiny and soft that Chuuya can’t help but grab it and pull his head back as he thrusts into his pretty little ass from behind
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Chuuya stops breathing. The silence is thick enough to cut.
The next time the boy turns back around, his grey coat swinging along, his cheeks look even paler than before and his eyebrows are furrowed into a deep frown.
“What the hell are you doing here, Chuuya?”
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And if he imagines a pair of azure eyes every once in a while, then that’s a secret he won’t ever tell.
For now, he can keep it all to himself. He can keep those eyes and the boy they belong to all to himself.
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Dazai knows he shouldn’t be so hung up on some failed friendship. It didn’t work out. And that’s that.
So instead of gazing out at the baseball field from the empty club room, he buries his nose in a book about Achilles and Patroclus and loses himself in the contents.
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“Are you going somewhere?” She asks.
“Shirase and I are going to the movies.”
“Oh, okay. Have fun then.” She looks rather giddy, “Maki invited me over for some tea later, so I’ll probably do it after.”
“Kay,” Chuuya finishes one last formular and leaves to go get ready.
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“How was school?”
Chuuya shifts uncomfortably, “It was alright. Can I talk to you?”
His awkwardness alarms her. She knows that her son is not one to be shy unless something troubles him.
“Sure.”
Chuuya looks between her and his dad, “Can we talk alone?”
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Only a month after he presents, his father receives a job offer in the neighbouring prefecture, about three hours away from home.
When his father offers him to move there with him…well the decision isn’t a hard one to make.
There’s nothing holding him back here anymore.
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Dazai sighs, “It’s fine. I can deal with it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” Dazai stuffs the pancake into his mouth and shrugs, “As long as he doesn’t talk to me, I’ll be fine.”
“That doesn’t sound ideal.”
“Is anything ever?”
Oda hums “No, I suppose not.”
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Losing himself in parasocial relationships every day over the summer becomes his new norm. Soon, he doesn’t even notice whether he reads in his room at his mother’s house or in his dad’s living room.
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LEAVE THE STORM OUTSIDE
— In The Ether part 5
❄️first time topping
❄️18!skk
❄️fights and make up sex
❄️Dazai is bad at feelings
❄️canon compliant
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Whenever people assume proshipper is just a fancy word for p*dophile it makes me want to burn the whole world down and this is coming from someone who’s had to deal with p*dophiles and groomers left and right as a kid. No one here loves kids, we just want creative freedom.
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Truthfully, he didn’t think Dazai would refuse. He just thought that it would be the mature thing to do and offered some kind of peace treaty.
He’s curious. Maybe even a little bit intrigued by this new version of someone he knew long ago.
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Me 3 months ago: oh maybe I’m just not meant to be an omegaverse writer
Me today:
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His world breaks a little bit more one fateful day, on a Monday of course, because Mondays always suck and this particular day sucks so much it just has to be a Monday.
It is a day like any other, at first.
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Another one and a half hours later they pull into the parking lot of Kanagawa Campus, and Chuuya feels as though someone just dropped a bucket of cold ice all over him.
And when his father parks the car, pulls out the key and turns around, that’s when it all begins.
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“Alright.” Chuuya says to finally wipe that look off his mother’s face. “By the way, I’m going to the movies with Yuan tonight.”
“Who?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Ah. The one with the— uhh?”
“Yes,” Chuuya rubs his temple, “with the pink hair.”
“Right. Well, don’t come home to late.”
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He forces his hand to keep going even though every move hurts him more than it pleases. He imagines her scent, her body, its curves— and then his mind shuts off and restarts the fantasy.
He can’t imagine her naked anymore. He used to do it all the time but now, he /can’t/.
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Their mothers met in high school, became friends right away and well, somehow expected their own kids to get along too. Their naïveté and hope was quite charming, but the friendship never came quite as naturally as they had hoped.
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Chuuya is the older one, the sturdier one. While Dazai is the sickly kid, the one who is affected by all possible viruses and always the first kid in school to end up missing for a whole week when snow begins to fall in December.
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“Take care of Osamu,” Chuuya’s mother would sometimes say before sending him off across the street for a play date at Dazai’s house. Chuuya never understands it.
Why does /he/ have to take care of him? Can’t Dazai just take care of himself? He’s certainly smart enough.
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On those days he hides under the blankets of whatever bed he gets to sleep in that day, and imagines himself to be a little child again.
He’s seventeen, pretending to be ten because when he was ten the world was a bit more whole, a bit more full and safe.
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He doesn’t know what to make of it. He can’t think straight with the fog that is slowly spreading through his mind or the hot fever that engulfs his body.
Nothing that she said sticks and when she finally leaves his room, he doesn’t know what to do except cry out in pain.
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Dazai is alright, Chuuya thinks in those moments. He is just a bit weird, a bit of a loner in school and Chuuya has never been the type to care for loners. He likes to keep his school friends separate from Dazai. If only because of a small sense of possessiveness over them.
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So when Dazai, pale and scrawny and sweaty, gets up from his seat in the middle of class, Chuuya isn’t fazed. Some people never get left alone by their childhood troubles. What is it this time? Diarrhea? A nosebleed?
Seems to be neither. Seems to be something serious.
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Well, at least not until now. The wait is impossible, he just wants it to happen already. He’s older than Dazai and even he presented long before him or anyone else in their grade.
“Oh honey,” his mother cups his face, “it’s okay to be nervous.”
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“You don’t care as long as you stay with your friends.” Dazai adds with a ‘matter of fact voice.’
“Speaking of friends, Shirase and Tachihara are coming over later so you’re gonna have to leave earlier today.” Chuuya says, ignoring the jab.
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summer, Dazai has to deal with the fact that his parents are getting a divorce. It all happens quickly, his father moves out of the house and suddenly it’s just him and his mother. He finds himself in the middle, juggling school, his parents who suddenly don’t act as one single
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“So keep an eye on him, alright? Since his parents seem to be too busy to do that nowadays.” That last sentence comes out like venom.
Chuuya knows how much his mother loves Dazai. It’s a mystery to him. He’s nothing special. Is it because he’s the son of her best friend?
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Still, despite his doubts he finds himself looking out for the guy, making sure nothing too bad happens. At nine years old they are playing in the snowy garden, building themselves little houses with shovels, only to hide behind the walls of snow during a snowball fight.
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“I’m your mother, I’m never wrong.” She strokes his head, “If she loves you, she won’t. And if she does, then…”
“Then she never really loved me.” Chuuya concludes.
He doesn’t want to find out. He likes the way things are now. Easy, things are so easy.
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Because Dazai /really/ isn’t too bad. He is smart and he is quiet, sometimes a bit scary but he could be fun to play with. He just never seems to have found any friends of his own. Aside from Chuuya, that is. But that’s different.
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Chuuya doesn’t mind spending time with Dazai every once in a while when his parents invite Dazai’s for dinner and vice versa. They are twelve years old when their parents are busy playing a game of cards with a bottle of wine at the dinner table and ask them to go upstairs.
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***
Dazai rushes down the street, the pair of heeled boots and the strong wind make it hard to walk in a straight line.
His chest is heaving. His cheeks are burning with adrenaline. He really did that. He really told Chuuya off the way he’s dreamed of doing it for years.
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Dazai is sitting on Chuuya’s bed, looking like a neat little porcelain doll. It is so out of place amidst the chaos in Chuuya’s room.
Chuuya wants to do something about it. Bring a little chaos into Dazai’s calmness.
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Dazai finds companionship in the books he reads. Fantasy and biographies, all things that make him feel as though he has lived a thousand lives surrounded by a bunch of people in each one.
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These thoughts appear whenever he sees the girl wrapped around one of Chuuya’s arms. She giggles at something— everything— he says and frankly, Dazai doesn’t remember Chuuya being all that funny. So what is she laughing at?
It doesn’t matter, Dazai feels like crying.
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“Being able to hit a ball with a stick isn’t going to get you through the entrance exam.”
“It’s not like I care which school I go to. It doesn’t have to be the best.” Chuuya mutters. “I just have to make it through high school.”
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The heat, as his mother calls it, is not necessarily hot— no, it’s painful. It feels as though his entire body is fighting against him at that very moment. He’s still sweaty, feverishly so, and his stomach cramps up every couple of seconds until he’s blind from the pain.
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unit anymore, and the fact that the only friend he has…isn’t really much of a friend anymore.
Or ever was, now that he thinks about it.
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“He decided to go with his father.”
“He really decided to change schools in the middle of the year?” Chuuya wonders.
“It doesn’t matter where you study, if you don’t have any friends. He didn’t tell you either, huh?”
“We’re not friends, mom.”
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This goes on for two weeks, until one Tuesday during lunch, Yuan leans over the pushed-together desks and plants a sweet kiss on Chuuya’s lips.
That is the day Dazai gets up from his seat and rushes away to the bathroom.
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good grades and bangs that are far too long to look comfortable. The braces on his teeth aren’t helping his case. While Chuuya climbs the social hierarchy in school, joins a sport and experiences his first kiss—
Dazai falls behind.
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It’s a hazy type of pain. The kind that makes him toss and turn well into the night. It makes his soft bedding feel scratchy against his sensitive, hot skin no matter how he curls up.
And for once Dazai feels sorry for himself.
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Dazai leaves without making it awkward. He’s good at that; making everything seem less dramatic than it is.
Their hangouts slash study sessions become less and less frequent, especially after their HS entrance exams and while Chuuya hopes for one last growth spurt over the
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He /knows/ those eyes. It can’t be, no way in hell— and yet. He can taste the old but familiar name on his tongue. There’s another word circling his mind at that moment though, a word that describes the man at the door and baffles Chuuya at the same time.
/Beautiful/
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Atsu getting an ambiguous text by Akutagawa after work asking him to come over because he needs him for something. He goes to his place and turns out Aku needs help putting a corset on for a gala. Atsushi would pull it tight, letting his hands slide over the curve of his waist—
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There’s just one thing ringing in his mind at all times: He’s an omega.
He presented in front of his entire class, his fucking math teacher and— and Chuuya.
As an omega.
His mother has to hold him tight as she walks him out of the school and to the car. He’s an omega.
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bothered by it in the slightest.
They’re 14 now and things are beginning to change. Chuuya is getting popular with the girls. He finds a new confession letter in his locker or on his desk every day. It boosts his ego and adds to his shameless confidence.
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Everything his mother says flies right past his head. Nothing makes any sense. He wants to curl up and be left alone— or maybe not. He doesn’t want to be alone per se.
There’s a craving in him for something that he hasn’t felt in a long time. A craving for safety. Comfort.
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He never does. He is used to the mundane misery that accompanies him like a shadow everyday. He can deal with it.
He’s not sure he can deal with /this/. It doesn’t feel like something one should go through on their own.
This heat…it’s not meant to be so lonely.
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Flash forward to middle school. Dazai has seemingly grown overnight and his mother is tired of buying him a new pair of pants every couple of months so now Dazai wears an extra long pair and simply rolls them up to his ankles. It looks messy and awkward, but he doesn’t seem to be
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Chuuya is like a star; a burning ball of gas in the sky. Burning nonetheless. And if Dazai could, he would scooch in a little closer and warm himself against the fire that is Chuuya Nakahara.
He never thought about it much before, but now that he started he can’t stop.
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Chuuya’s room is still that same organized chaos that Dazai remembers, but it’s starting to gain a more mature note. It looks a lot more…boyish. It always has but the toys on the shelves are slowly disappearing and getting replaced by things of Chuuya’s more recent interests.
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Brown waves frame the doll-like porcelain face. Bloodshot red lips and an expression that rivals those of the most expensive renaissance paintings ever painted.
Auburn brown eyes meet the azure of his own and Chuuya’s heart skips a beat. Or two. He knows those eyes.
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“It means that from now on, a lot is going to change. And omegas, like our Osamu, need protection because they can’t always keep up with the wants and needs of alphas.”
He hates how she says ‘our’. Like Dazai is somehow their responsibility.
/Chuuya’s/ responsibility.
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“Why is your hair slicked back?”
He reaches out and touches the slightly hardened brown hair. Dazai must have used some type of gel to keep it back before coming over. Chuuya’s not allowed to use his father’s hair gel unless it’s his birthday or Christmas.
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not to be horny in class but like, OBACzai daring OBAC Chuuya to wear a pair of dog ears during sex and though Chuuya is embarassed by it, the way his cock leaks when Dazai calls him a good little pup and scratches his head right above his scent gland is more than telling.
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Dazai isn’t doing too well. He’s still a loner, still smart and quiet but it’s less adorable now than how it used to be when he was smaller. Instead of being the fragile little genius in the back of the class, he has turned into the socially awkward weird kid with surprisingly
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Why does he even react so…much?
“His father got a job offer a couple of hours away from here. It was easier to move and from what I’ve heard, Osamu wasn’t very popular in school?”
Chuuya hums. His mother seems disappointed in him. He averts his gaze.
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It’s best if people don’t find out that they are meeting outside of school. If anything, Dazai should really put some effort into his own social life, instead of letting his mother do all the friendship arrangements for him.
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“I’m just what?” Dazai leans slightly forward, his bangs falling over his eyes and Chuuya wonder if the boy can even see him through the thick hair.
“You’re just…you don’t really fit in with the group.”
“Oh.”
“No offence.”
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They do end up in the same HS and while Chuuya becomes a candidate for team captain of the baseball team by the time their in their second year, Dazai finds himself rotting away in the chess club room.
No one can beat him, two people have already left the club because of it.
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