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The soft sound of papers flipping along with the occasional “pitter-patter” coming from outside as it rained was the only thing that filled Chuuya’s ears when he finished the last bracelet before knotting it again just for safety measures.

 “Meow-” The sound of a cat nudging Chuuya on the knee brushing its soft fur against it caught Chuuya’s attention. “Baki-?” Chuuya said softly, breaking the silence with a fond smile spreading on his face. In response, Baki only meowed again, making Chuuya chuckle before crouching down and picking up Baki in his arms.

 The warmth that enveloped Chuuya like a blanket with such comfort reminded Chuuya of when he first got Baki when he was about 15 snuggling him with Baki’s soft fur washing away all his worries and stress. 

“I really don't know what I would do without you Baki,” Chuuya mumbled, gazing out the window, which was completely covered in raindrops. The shop was always lively. Still, nowadays, especially as fall was starting to come in full force, it left a space that was too big and pretty lonely. However, 

Chuuya should’ve expected this when he finally opened up a flower shop after working his ass off refusing his big sister Kouyou’s help since he always liked being independent but that clearly paid a high price. 

He was only 24, yet he felt like his back was hit by a brick from the number of times he would run back and forth answering customers, being the only person, as he hadn’t hired anyone else, both because it felt like too much work and he was stubborn, honestly. 

Yet that didn’t take away from the fact that his customers were always great to work with just like how one of his most loyal ones is a elderly lady who often brings strawberries that she grows in the garden she has, as of now though that hasn’t been happening because of the weather which now just reminds Chuuya that he has to prepare for the weather.

 With one last rub to Baki’s head, Chuuya gently put Baki down and made his way to the flowers that were placed expertly on the table that stood in the middle of the spacious room with some hanging on the ceiling, what was the best part was the floral scent that clung to the room like a second skin. Though all thoughts shut down when the door all of a sudden opened with a jingle causing Baki’s ears to perk up making Chuuya turn to the source.

 A man who wore trousers and had a coat on with a vest over his buttoned-up shirt stood by the doorway with a soaked umbrella except his dark brown hair which had strands that framed his face looked effortless even with it tousled.

 His pale face along with his dark brown eyes that had a hint of a warmer brown looked almost golden in the light. It contrasted pretty well if you asked Chuuya. Chuuya felt his cheeks get warm when he realised he had been practically checking out some customer! A raised eyebrow and a smirk spread across the man's face as if he knew what Chuuya just thought. 

The playful glint in his eyes made Chuuya immediately know he was going to be in trouble. With the shake of a head, Chuuya quickly walked to the front desk and gestured to the man. “Hello sir I am sorry to tell you this but I actually was just about to close the shop given the weather but since I don't really want you to waste your time you'll be the exception,” Chuuya said softly in the hopes of him actually taking that as the hint to feel uncomfortable and like a burden and leave right? 

BUT NO! The man instead just hummed and started to examine the flowers like he was some professional who ahem was absolutely not! This all made Chuuya a bit annoyed combined with the weather that seeped in leaving it feeling cold with the heater fighting it off to its best ability. 

“Do you know what type of flowers I can find that are calming and beautiful with a nice smell?” the man said breaking the silence making Chuuya still but then the man turned to him expectantly making Chuuya swallow hard. “Yeah of course follow me this way-?” Chuuya said dryly, walking towards the flowers before pausing.

 “Dazai,” the man said. “My name is Dazai Osamu,” Dazai says softly with a gentle look in his eyes before it turns mischievous. “And who is the little gremlin in front of me-?” Dazai said, making an emphasis on Chuuya’s height making him immediately groan internally. 

This wasn't even anything new to Chuuya, he was always the shortest in his school for a boy but in high school, it hit hard with the amount of jokes he would get daily but it was easy for Chuuya to eventually start brushing them off with ease and not let them get to him but today especially Chuuya was not letting some beanpole who thinks he own the place get away with that. 

“Chuuya, I’m glad I can accompany you today, Dazai.”

Chuuya spoke with a smile too strained when he held his hand out to Dazai who didn’t take it and just walked to the lavenders, chamomile, jasmine, and lastly Chrysanthemums along with many other flowers that were placed on the front desk wrapped up stunningly with a purple silk ribbon in a bow completely ignoring what Chuuya said.

 “Bastard,” Chuuya muttered under his breath before following Dazai and stopping next to him. “Jasmines are a good one,” Chuuya mumbled, not expecting the way Dazai glanced at him for further explanation.

 “They symbolize love and beauty, they also have a strong scent that is a mixture of sweet but they require well-drained soil and sunlight. Jasmine also comes with a lot of benefits that include stress relief, relaxation, and mood enhancement it can also improve sleep.” 

A soft smile formed on Chuuya’s lips when looking at the jasmine flowers with the aroma filling his nose. “Okay, next one?” Dazai mumbled boredly, stifling a yawn. Chuuya could just feel his eyes wanting to roll on instinct at the lack of attention. ‘What is he some CEO? Busy man perhaps? Who the hell does he think he is? He already gave me an attitude that I let slide off easily but now? This is just childish really.’ 

Though Chuuya restrained himself from rolling his eyes when he turned to Dazai. His eyes were devoid of any emotion when they scanned Chuuya’s face but Chuuya knew that look nonetheless. It was screaming ‘Talk or shut the fuck up.’

Not too directly but just silently. It was annoying nonetheless, which is what Chuuya is trying to basically say. “Earth to flowerboy?” Dazai said, snapping his fingers in front of Chuuya’s face. The reaction was immediate, blinking up at Dazai dazedly, a frown crossed Chuuya’s features that left as fast as it appeared. Chuuya shook his head, walking over to the chrysanthemums just like he did countless times but that didn't stop the pounding headache that started to slowly get ingrained in his mind mercilessly. 

‘Probably because of him’ Chuuya couldn't help but think to himself. Ignoring it is one thing but resting was the last thing on Chuuya’s mind. I mean it was just one more customer it couldn't be that hard right? And oh boy he was so wrong! Because when Chuuya tells you he had to explain the same thing all over again as if talking to a brick wall it wasn't even an understatement.

 This man Dazai or whatever was relentless to the point Chuuya just wanted to go and curl up in his bed and that says a lot. Despite Chuuya’s temper he was honestly quite chill and laid back, it took a lot to get on Chuuya’s nerves, he can’t stand disrespect which is too bad because this man was the whole embodiment of ‘disrespect.’ Hey! Even his whole outfit was disrespectful to the eyes.

He looked like the type of person who would chug down an Everclear just to feel something or better yet wear a T-shirt that says ‘No one understands me.’

Okay, that one definitely got Chuuya good because it was sooo accurate! Back to the point now because now Chuuya is just going off the rails. Dazai or we’ll just refer to him as “the man” made Chuuya go to the back room because he supposedly found the flower he was actually looking for on his phone which was freaking chocolate Cosmos might I add! 

The same flower needs well-drained soil to thrive with a lot of care. It's said that they are extinct in the wild in native Mexico and as you can see were in Yokohama not native Mexico! Seriously, give me a break. In Chuuya’s opinion, the man should just go for the chrythansamus and stop being a shit-face like what is the point in asking for his help in picking out a flower if he’s just going to be an entitled asshole and not listen to any feedback? 

Can’t say that though because now the man in question is calling Chuuya while pointing at a group of orchids that come in a variety of colors including white, pink, purple, and yellow, red, orange, and lastly green. Each has its own meaning to go with it like for example, pink is for grace, red in particular is for love.

 ‘Quite ironic’ Chuuya thought with a scoff. Maybe he really isn't meant for this whole flower thing because he really doesn't suit the vibe and today is really shining its light on it like a puzzle piece fitting into the last spot. The sudden pulsating feeling that hit Chuuya’s head sharply made him cry out loud when it only got worse making the room feel ten times louder.

 Chuuya couldn't see it at first but his vision started to blur with a dizzy aftereffect causing him to stumble and try to get a hold of the wall blindly. Apparently, Chuuya wasn’t the only one who witnessed this diabolical sight because Dazai was still in the room though he actually looked surprisingly panicked for someone who was acting bored not too long ago. A soft bed of flowers felt like it enveloped Chuuya welcomingly when his legs finally gave up on holding him up.

 Rest sounded appealing, embracing Chuuya and pulling him further into the darkness. 

At first, Chuuya was fighting it not letting it get to him but now he let it sink into him. Drowning, it felt like water was being filled in Chuuya’s lungs with a burning sensation that started to also feel pleasant making Chuuya’s head feel lighter. ‘Is this what death feels like? Because if so it's ten times better than my shitty life’

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“Mmm?” Something soft and solid instead of something harsh grazing Chuuya’s skin touched Chuuya bringing him back to earth. A voice reached Chuuya’s ears, it sounded underwater though Chuuya still managed to make it out. “Hey, can you hear me?” The voice sounded frantic and following it was meowing, causing Chuuya to shudder. ‘I’m such a sorry excuse for a human it's almost embarrassing, I just hope Baki is doing okay at least.’ A soft cold object touched Chuuya’s forehead and surprisingly, Chuuya didn't back away from the touch and instead leaned in, chasing the touch.

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Dazai truthfully doesn't know how this happened but he does remember that his heart felt like it was being stabbed relentlessly when he saw the man, whom I think said his name.

What was it again? Start to fall to the ground. It felt like his body moved on its own when he ran to the ground rushing to his side holding him in his arms tenderly. His whole body felt warm and hot at the same time. Sweat was beading on his forehead rolling down to where his eyebrow was creased furrowed in pain that for some reason Dazai oddly wished to take away.

 Dazai never really cared too much about people around him, to some extent yes though he always tried to keep human connections at a distance yet this man with red hair and striking blue eyes that reminded Dazai of the ocean made Dazai want to have him by his side forever.

 It made Dazai want to laugh and cry at the same time, they hardly even knew each other and the hardest part was that it felt like they did. 

When those sapphire eyes first looked at him from across the room his breath hitched, it was no surprise the man was breathtakingly but up close he was like a gem. “Mmmm?” Dazai’s blood drained from his face, and his fingertips were tingling where they stopped at the man's forehead. Turning to stare down at the man who was shifting even though unconscious, he looked uncomfortable. 

What made Dazai confused was when the man abruptly started to lean into his touch with a soft smile that was faintly gracing his lips. With a breathless chuckle, Dazai lifted the man in his arms, shifting so he carried him in bridal style. He was surprisingly light when holding him, making a frown form on Dazai’s lips before he scoffed and shook it off in disbelief at his own actions. Touching the side of his neck to check his pulse it was still there, just a little slower. Good. 

“I suppose he has a phone somewhere around here?” Dazai said about to walk when his leg touched something soft and fluffy though the sight that greeted him was unpleasant. 

A literal cat is looking at him with big eyes that are filled with contempt and protectiveness. “Hisssss-!” The vibrations rumbled on Dazai’s leg making him gulp dryly. “I’m as mad as you are little fur ball, I’ll bring your owner back to you after he gets enough rest at least okay?” The cat’s ears perked up and its head tilted to the side curiously, their tail moving back and forth lazily.

 “That’s it! That's it! Good um? Boy, I think? Is it?” Dazai said before smacking his forehead not trying to get any more carried away. ‘Just get the goddamn phone and leave this place. Those flowers can just wait another day, they were dumb anyway, plus you don’t want to get in trouble anyway leaving an unconscious man on the ground.’ After searching around Dazai finally found the phone and quickly pocketed it before heading straight to the door. 

The cold air that greeted him was a big difference compared to the shop that was way warmer. To make matters worse it was still raining!

 Standing under the shop where it had a little roof that protected Dazai from the rain, he pulled out his somewhat dry umbrella, multitasking between holding Chuuya with one hand and the umbrella with the other. The scene would've been cute if not for the fact that it’s two literal strangers, not a couple.

 Passing by different shops and getting blinded at least three times by bright signs Dazai felt himself start to wonder out loud. “There should be a hospital nearby right?” Dazai mumbled to himself, the soft pattering of rain hitting the umbrella from above filled the atmosphere making it feel comfortable and calming.

 “I would call Yosano except my hands are full though it’s fine because I’ll just go to her place instead since I do both owe her and it's nearby. She should be there today.” Dazai noted starting to get deeper into the city, passing by people who seemingly just got off work and others who were going to bars that were nearby. 

Teenagers' laughter filled the air as they passed by Dazai, in particular chasing each other even in the rain, and likelihood hanging in the air of them most likely tripping. 

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“What the hell were you thinking dragging a stranger with you-!?” A frustrated Yosano yelled out, with a groan. Her arms were crossed over her chest and the frown on her face was only deepening by the second. 

You could just smell her disappointment from miles away, that was how strong it was. “I’ll tell you later Yosano just please, help me out.” Dazai rushes to say desperately, stunning Yosano silent. Hands grabbed Dazai’s shoulder, shaking him. “Where’s Dazai and what did you do to him?” Yosano declared, stopping only when seeing the couple of bills held in front of her face.

 With a sigh, Yosano ushered Dazai to follow her. Her lab coat swayed side to side with each of Yosano’s steps carrying an unmistakable confidence as they passed by different rooms before stopping by one that reeked of antiseptic and alcohol wipes.

 “This way, inside.” Inside the room were dimly lit lights that made Yosano’s black hair, which touched her shoulders gleam a purple, the butterfly clip on her hair shone in the light. Placing the man down on the table, his red copper hair splayed underneath him giving the effect as if he was wearing a halo. 

As if sensing the change of atmosphere the man moved to his side, getting stopped shortly by Yosano who swiftly pulled out a chair to sit down on. “Please elaborate on why you randomly came in at such an hour with a random stranger, an unconscious one at that Dazai?” Yosano glanced at Dazai as she pulled out her equipment. “Well for a quick summary Yosano, it all started when I went to a flower shop to browse through flowers to pick out one-” 

“Whose the lucky lady?” Yosano said meeting Dazai’s look of frustration upon being interrupted unfazed. 

“As I was saying flowershop, the man who greeted me was him, while we were merely conversing with one another he started to show signs of being ill in some way on the verge of fainting with the way he stopped moving and stumbled before falling to the ground completely. His skin felt pretty warm.” Dazai recited, his eyes flitted to the man's form. 

The sound of Yosano’s chuckle brought Dazai back to her stare. “You're definitely not wrong about the last part, he feels like a furnace with the way he’s burning up. This isn't serious but it can be if left uncared for. It's just a minor fever though but I can give you pills to tone down the effects just do make sure he gets rest and eats enough for me Dazai?” Yosano explained softly looking at the man with a gentle care in her eyes that was uncharacteristic in contrast to her usual self. 

“Where am I even supposed to bring him though? I don't just want to bring him to my place and scare him, and I don't know where his place is and that would just be crossing boundaries-.” Dazai rambled.

 Yosano didn't seem to be bothered by this, as if this happened far too many times to her when she shushed Dazai, holding out one finger at Dazai. 

“It's fine and second I'm sure he’ll understand once you explain and be grateful that you tended to him while he was unconscious so stop overthinking it Dazai it doesn't suit you,” Yosano said, flapping her hand in the air as she stood up stretching, looking at the man and then to Dazai, clapping her hands together. “Now that we got this solved you can do your own thing now because I am spent!”

“Uh-huh, well in that case I'll gladly take my leave, thank you Yosano for your help today,” Dazai stated, earning an eye roll from Yosano who placed the man in his arms already starting to push Dazai out to the door.

“Don’t worry Dazai, I already know. But! Just a reminder next time a call would be more appropriate.” Yosano said her gaze landed on the man before she added a wink with a sly expression when she looked at Dazai. “There will be no next time I assure you Yosano.” Dazai boldly said, stepping out the door before moving to face Yosano, his coat flowing through the air, his hair blowing through the cold gusts of wind, his eyes gazing at Yosano with a fondness in them. 

They always have been close as they were pretty much like siblings to each other. Things do change though throughout the years but that certainly didn't stop Yosano and Dazai’s friendship, which was even stronger than ever before. 

Yosano’s eyes crinkled up at the corners when laughter flowed out of her mouth freely. “Well then I'll “assure” you Dazai that is indeed what they all say and you won’t be the last person to say that just know that I’ll be laughing at you next time I see you so until then which might be a few months from now shoo! Or maybe I’ll just take that cutie for myself hmm?” 

The way Dazai quickly started to walk away with his pace quickening would’ve been comical if not for Yosano’s voice that unexpectedly rang out, reaching Dazai’s ears. “Dazai! I forgot to tell you this but please come by the agency more often, Fukuzawa-sensei has been needing to talk to you.” Yosano said, trailing off, looking into the dark where Dazai still stood.

 The sky was painted crimson, which looked captivating pulling Dazai in like a siren's call. The curve of Dazai’s lips tilts up when turning to face Yosano for the second time. His eyes danced in the light with a red hue. 

“Sure thing Yosano,” Dazai said with a salute, already starting to retreat into the darkness of the alleyway. “Sure thing? Fuck me” Dazai spat at no one. The man’s hands wrapped around Dazai’s neck tightened when a cold breeze in particular hit him, making him shiver. 

His face buried into the crook of Dazai’s neck, warming the skin from the heat his forehead was radiating. “Aaaa-ACHOO-!” The wet sensation that landed on Dazai’s neck made him grimace, I guess at least the bandages were covering his neck? The man shamelessly rubbed his nose on Dazai’s bandaged neck with a sniffle. “Okay yeah no, I'm definitely making things worse when he's wearing barely anything warm and walking in this weather on top of that,” Dazai said softly, stumbling upon a bench that he walked over, his shoes hitting the puddles on the ground with a splash. 

Placing the man that Dazai will just now call flower boy because it would be rude not to put a name on such a pretty face at least. The Dazai that walked into the flower shop would definitely be cackling at the one that exited. ‘It’s only a one-time thing’ Dazai reminded himself but he couldn't help but savor it. Dazai sat down on the bench next to the flower boy with a relieved sigh feeling his muscles ache. 

Shaking off his coat Dazai turned to him, wrapping it around his shoulders. The sight itself made some pretty good blackmail but that would just be a dirty tactic and Dazai certainly didn't have the time of day to entertain that thought because even the mere sight of the coat being so long on the flowerboy made him laugh.

 “Cute,” Dazai blurted out, feeling his cheeks starting to burn when his gaze traveled to his plush pink lips that looked so soft. ‘What a day’ Dazai let that thought dawn in the air along before standing up, hastily picking up the flowerboy because now he was just wasting time. 

This man could wake up anytime right now in the cold, which wasn't convenient at all, somewhere warmer and far more comfy where you could be more aware of your surroundings was better.

 The walk to Dazai’s place was quiet but miserable, the rain randomly decided to start picking up, and it was practically raining cats and dogs by this point! When Dazai stumbled into his apartment in a daze with a puddle pooling underneath his feet the sight of his apartment brought him back to reality. 

Papers were spread across the table with some on the ground and books were knocked over with dust piling up in the bookshelf. It smelled of wood with a musky hint with the main note of whisky, almost giving Dazai whiplash with the flashback that foreshadowed before his eyes. Reminding him all too well of that night where he stayed up chugging down bottles of whisky while writing his draft that he had to finish, which had been gradually turning into some self-insert story and then a sob story of Dazai’s life.

That was just an embarrassing time and Kunikida even had to witness it when he barged into his apartment on a random Tuesday finding Dazai on the floor reeking of alcohol. Yet Kunikida didn't blink or at least tried not to, saving the fuss for later. He instead kneeled in front of Dazai with a stare that was too serious for Dazai’s liking with a sharpness to it. He didn't even blink when he addressed Dazai unimpressed. 

“You're going to get dressed and bring your draft with you and come to the agency,” Kunikida said like he was talking to a child rather than a 25-year-old.

 Before he stopped at the door he spoke up. “And please be sure to eat something, running on an empty stomach and alcohol is not for the weak,” Kunikida said exiting the apartment leaving a tension so thick you could cut with a knife behind making Dazai blink up and grumble on the ground. After that Dazai actually for once in a while stopped slacking off getting into a routine but then as you can see that backfired on him when he started to get lazy and let his old ways catch up to him. A rough time to be precise. 

Dazai moved more into the apartment while taking in more of his surroundings,  his shoes were slick with water, squeaking on the ground while gliding across the floor leaving a visible trail of water. 

Plopping the flowerboy down on the couch that stood in the corner of the living room the man simply made a noise before adjusting to the new environment cozying up on the couch. 

One of Dazai’s dumb pillows, which he owned with the words “I ❤CANNED CRAB!” plastered on it in bold letters touched the man’s hands before he pulled it to his chest closely. Dazai tried to keep a straight face at what was going on before his eyes to no avail. Laughter that was filled with gasps came out of Dazai like a breeze making him double over to catch his breath. 

Wiping tears that started to build up in his eyes, Dazai let out a noise of confusion at the lack of awareness the man was showing. 

Is he immune or something? “He sleeps like a damn rock, I might as well just use this time to go make tea and make sure to give him these pills after I wake him up-” Dazai trailed off, letting the thought unfinished. The sound of pans scraping against each other filled the open space of the kitchen, which was the only spot in the apartment that looked untouched. 

Honestly, it was surprising Dazai had pots and pans and his fridge had stuff along with his cabinets but that was mainly from two people; Atsushi and Kunikida with a little mix of Kyōka who helped out Atsushi along the way. It happened so randomly when the three of them all barged into Dazai’s apartment holding bags and boxes with Kunikida ordering Atsushi and Kyōka around like they were on some mission. Taking out a tea kettle, Dazai took it to the sink where he filled it with water and then placed it onto the stove turning on the heat.

 Now he just has to wait for the kettle to heat up which should take about a few minutes. Walking over to the cabinet, Dazai’s eyes quickly scanned the different teas before stopping at the ginger, and grabbing it. It doesn't taste good at all in Dazai’s opinion but it has helped him a lot at the same time when fighting off fevers and is said to be good for soothing nausea and aiding digestion with many other things so why the hell not? 

Last time Dazai drank ginger tea he burned his tongue after being impatient it's just like that saying “You fuck around and find out” if that's even how it goes but it sounds right to Dazai. Maneuvering around the kitchen trying to come up with some concoction He can make

An idea clicked in Dazai’s head. (Insert a yellow light bulb above Dazai’s head) He can just make what Odasaku used to make for him when he would find him rotting  in his bed. The idea is truly amazing except for the little detail that Dazai doesn't exactly remember how to but he can briefly remember the ingredients Odasaku was using at the time.

 The recipe was a type of soup that had chicken so basically chicken soup. Opening his fridge Dazai looked around the assortment of foods he had in his fridge that shouldn't be too old or expired right? Dazai started to grab anything he could find already hearing the sound of the kettle steaming in the background.

 “Let’s see what this makes.” A few lessons from Odasaku made Dazai feel a little bit more confident about his cooking than before, when he couldn't even touch a stove without somehow blowing it up. It's been a while since that happened and today that absolutely can't happen when he has a guest over.

 Dazai placed the items next to the chopping board with a determined look in his eyes, making his eyes look like they were practically sparkling with the way he was looking at the chicken. “I do wonder if this would be a new good suicide method I mean come on there's nothing better than a little salmonella?”

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The smell of chicken soup woke Chuuya up from his slumber making him rub his eyes in confusion. The side of Chuuya’s cheek felt damp from drooling in his sleep causing him to grimace. 

What made him widen his eyes and start to feel his heart race was when he realized that he wasn't in the flower shop anymore but a person’s place instead! Memories flooded Chuuya’s head making him want to sink into the ground and not see the day of light again. To make matters worse Baki was probably still at the shop.

 ‘What if he gets hurt or something bad happens to him? What if the rain seeps into the shops and he drowns-!’ Guilt coiled in Chuuya’s heart causing it to hurt. Chuuya sat up burying his head in his hands.

The sound of footsteps coming from across the room made Chuuya look up hesitantly. Dazai the man from earlier!

 Was holding a tray with a bowl of chicken soup and tea on the side, and was walking towards him hell he looked like a totally different person it almost made Chuuya feel bad for judging him if not for the trouble he caused him and just blatantly kidnapping him! It's not like he’s ungrateful, it's just that he would much rather be passed out in the comfort of his shop with his red tabby cat Baki! 

When Dazai’s eyes looked at anything but him before finally stopping at him Chuuya felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, it made Chuuya want to do many reckless things that he never thought he would think before if his vision wasn't so blurry or he wasn't this delirious or a whole walking furnace with the way he was burning up.

It was stupid he hates this guy though right now he either wants to drag him down by that stupid vest of his and kiss him or punch that stupid handsome face of his. All thought left Chuuya or rationality when he sprang up ignoring the signs like the headache that followed along with the way Dazai’s eyes widened so much they looked like they would bulge right out of their sockets. 

‘Who cares about the food? Right now I need to show him his place. I don't care what it takes because he probably even hurt my precious baby like the true bastard he is!’

“Whoa, whoa! Flowerboy you shouldn't be moving around like that after fainting!” Dazai said scoldingly but then all of a sudden he didn't expect the way this short stack would come charging at him with anger filled in his eyes. HOLY SHIT. 

Chuuya crashed into Dazai at full force knocking the tray out of his hands making it fall to the ground with an ugly cracking sound that followed making Dazai close his eyes bracing for the impact to come. That definitely would be a pain to clean up. “NOT SO COCKY NOW HUH?” Chuuya spat from above, not taking into account that he was on top of Dazai until it all registered when it was all too late when Dazai opened His eyes. 

Brown meeting blue Chuuya felt his whole facade begin to crumble. The color in his cheeks rose, blooming a deep scarlet. His hands were planted on either side of Dazai’s face. 

Would it be so bad to just succumb to his touch? Does it make Chuuya a bad person for also feeling so much trust for such a stranger? It felt all too surreal; it felt like everything froze in time and it was only them and the world. Those brown eyes felt intoxicating, making Chuuya crave them, to chase the dopamine rush they brought.

 It was like poison, dangerous but still Chuuya couldn't help but want to feel them all over him and go into the deepest parts of his heart. Though the moment was cut short because just like cold water being splashed on Chuuya’s face Dazai broke the silence. 

“Are you going to keep staring at me like some love-struck idiot that just met their long-lost lover or get a grip on reality and get off of me so I can pick up the mess you made unless you want to clean it that is? Seriously you could push the grudge aside for later and at least be grateful I even dared to bring you here and care for you.” 

“I don't know you might actually be my long-lost lover! It would explain this uncontrollable feeling I feel right now that I can't describe that makes me want to puke and cry at the same time if that makes sense? Like a tumor, it feeds off your body without any remorse and-” Chuuya sputtered, coming to a halt when the tip of Dazai’s finger was placed on his mouth, making him shut down. Dazai looked like he almost wanted to laugh but he held it in for later. 

 “That’s a weird reference you got there flowerboy but if I could be totally honest with you I think that is just the sickness in you talking you know right there.” Dazai teasingly said, flicking Chuuya in the forehead, taking note of the way Chuuya scowled. Chuuya opened his mouth to speak when he stopped instead moving from the uncomfortable position so he sat upright and Dazai seemed to think the same when he immediately moved his body up. What they didn’t know was that they did the act at the same time resulting in their foreheads colliding and their lips smacking together rather harshly. 

The kiss was by accident yet that didn't stop the sparks flying out of Chuuya. It was all electrifying in a way. Sitting between Dazai’s legs, Chuuya pulled him into the kiss feverishly, tangling his hands in the ruffled brown locks while his mouth glided on Dazai’s in no hurry.

 Dazai didn't move at first but once he did his hands found their way on Chuuya’s waist where he pulled him close, deepening the kiss. This moment felt like something Chuuya had been waiting years for that finally decided to come. Starving, the kiss started to fill with urgency.

Dazai licked Chuuya’s plump bottom lip for entrance, diving his tongue into Chuuya’s, as they danced fitting together perfectly the unanticipated smell of the long forgotten chicken soup went into Chuuya’s nose, triggering his gagging reflex. Shoving away Dazai, Chuuya could feel the bile rise in his throat and his face turning green. Chuuya turned to the side before he vomited all over the ground. 

The pungent smell hung in the air trapping into the walls with a petrified Chuuya looking utterly humiliated.

A true love's kiss indeed am I right?

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The dimly lit lights overhead flickered down on no other than a tuft of brown hair. Even slicked back no strand was out of place. Cameras flashed into action as the tuft of brown hair belonging to a man strode over to the stage, stepping onto the platform, and then adjusting the microphone, he quickly shot a sly grin at the crowd that lay out before him. 

Screams erupted instantly, drawn to him like a magnet. “Ladies, ladies calm down, I know I am quite the charm hmm?”  The man chuckled softly before he placed a hand to his heart wiping away nonexistent tears in the corner of his eyes.

 “Dazai! You can use my shirt to wipe your tears!” A sudden voice from the crowd, belonging to a woman, shouted excitedly, about to rip off her shirt, when the sound of another microphone tapping made Dazai freeze along with her. “Ahem? Mr. Dazai.” A gruff voice with a sharp edge to it said.

 Turning to the side the man looked to be in his late 30s with white hair strands littering his jet black hair. Clearing his throat Dazai gave an apologetic smile, speaking into the microphone. “I'm sorry about that Mr-?”

“Fuji” the man grunted, his glare was silent but deadly as he stared at Dazai. “Oh yes, Fuji! What might await us on this fine evening today~?”  Dazai chirped, giving Fuji a wink that left no crack, he didn't even budge, just stood behind the microphone stiffly. Silence resonated in the air, brushing past Dazai, until the sound of papers being flipped caught on the microphone making Dazai perk up.

 “Now since we are on topic, what I really wanted to get straight to was what really happened last night,” Fuji said with a light chuckle, directing his gaze at Dazai then to the now gasping crowd.

“I mean, it was indeed shocking. Hell, it even had me on the edge of my seat yesterday.”

“You really had to go there Fuji! You know that wasn't really on my mind now—especially when I have a short redhead who can't even reach the mic in front of me!” 

A sudden scowl came from the other side of the stage. The screen paneled to red hair that glowed underneath the lighting. Blue eyes that looked like those of the ocean glared daggers at Dazai. Even with the stand adjusted to its full capacity, it was a few inches taller than his head. “Sorry about that, that's just my dog. He’s very overprotective haha,” Dazai said, letting out a nervous laugh as the glare hardened.“Tough crowd-?” 

“I’m not a dog!?” Chuuya yelled, his voice echoed throughout the whole stage, and his hands were clenched into fists. “I know I know flowerboy don't worry I enjoyed the kiss as much as you did! It was ‘really good’” Dazai teasingly said, taking notice of the shade of red that was starting to spread across Chuuya's cheeks. 

“SHUT UP!!!!????”

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“And that's how it goes, perfect right!? Just imagine this: the sexy Dazai Osamu kisses a florist who vomits because of his otherworldly beauty!” Dazai beamed, he looked like he was in a dreamlike state with the way he was staring up at the ceiling with stars in his eyes, as if he just won the lottery. 

Why did Chuuya even bother, what did he even expect? This man was already crazy and a total asshole but this only proved it more. 

There was no way he just kissed this man, it was disgusting. Did he actually just think he threw up over his “otherworldly beauty?” No way. How delusional do you have to be!? “I swear I am going to kill you……YOU BASTARD!?” Chuuya screamed, stumbling over his feet, jumping at Dazai. A gasp escaped Dazai’s lips, and his legs quickly moved in a quick motion before he stopped, his face contorting into a smirk. 

“Ohh~? Kinky I like that~!” What the hell….??? Now it was his turn to chase after Chuuya. He looked like a man on a mission with the way he was already tailing closely behind Chuuya, his long legs taking big strides caging Chuuya from behind. 

“Back away!” Chuuya shrieked, earning a pinch from Dazai to his cheek. “Hmm? I can't because, “You. Are. In. Debt.”” Dazai stated boldly. Each word was stretched out, making it all too real. “WHAT???!” The tip of a finger was pressed against Chuuya’s lips, silencing him.

“You're being loud, you know you might just get me a complaint and that's a lot since I have never gotten one!” Dazai whined, earning a scowl from Chuuya. “Yeah no I am not stupid I don't believe that one bit!” Another finger was pressed against Chuuya’s lips. 

“Okay okay! Jeez, hold still and stop talking, I'm not finished!” Dazai shouted in exasperation only getting a tongue stuck out in front of his face by Chuuya. “Ew! Put that away, are you a toddler or something-!” 

“No! Are you a slug? You kiss like one-!?” Chuuya exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at Dazai who looked taken aback like Chuuya just said something crazy. 

“No I don't-! In my 25 years of life, no one has ever said that, quite the opposite!” Dazai stated proudly, pinching Chuuya in the cheek again who froze. “You're 25?” Chuuya asked in utter disbelief. “Um yeah, why?” Dazai said, the bridge of his eyebrow creasing. “OH, NOTHING!” Chuuya rushed to say, waving his hands in the air. 

“Damn, I thought he was older than that.” He muttered under his breath, gaining a gasp from Dazai. “OLDER-!? I'll have you know I look good for my age. You should be lucky I even picked you up and bothered to make chicken soup—” Dazai stopped himself looking at the ground where the long forgotten chicken soup mixed with bile started to seep underneath his shoes.

“FUCK! This is a protocol duck flower boy!” THUD!!! Chuuya’s whole body was roughly pushed to the nearest door, well to be specific the fucking bathroom out of all places! His back smashed into the bathroom wall leaving a trail of water on the marble floor.

The sound of something crashing in the distance made Chuuya cautiously peek his head out of the doorframe. Maybe that was just a mistake, Dazai looked like a literal lunatic with the way he was tiptoeing, avoiding the vomit like the plague. “What the hell are you doing—?” 

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Papers that were scattered on the ground now moved into the air falling onto Dazai’s lying body slowly dipping into the chicken soup that was at an all-time high record with the way it traveled from the living room to the bathroom.  

‘Is he okay? Is it normal for a body to be that still??’ Those words chanted in Chuuya’s head like a mantra. Should he just stand in front of him? No he shouldn't, though it's always good to be cautious just like what Kouyou used to tell him before dropping him off at school. Except for the fact that he's not a kid anymore or getting dropped off at school, he's at a stranger's apartment who was one of his customers.

If not for the circumstances Chuuya would've fled by now though he can't, absolutely can not when this man honestly saved his life. 

Call it what you want but Chuuya has always been stubborn with a lot of things but when it comes to debt that irks him to his guts. Especially when said man even pointed out that he's in debt, and not in a way of money more so “I am going to taunt you about this for the rest of your life while you clean the ground I walk on” and surprisingly that suited the man quite well, who knows what he's capable of? What if he's a spy???! 

He could so easily get his hands on anything valuable he owns! 

Even…..EVEN HIS MOST VALUABLE BOTTLE OF WINE HE KEEPS HIDDEN UNDER HIS BED!! No way in hell is Chuuya going to take that risk! So there's only one option left: he needs to convince this man to have mercy on him, he wanted flowers right!? He can just promise him a batch of flowers, that's perfect, why is Chuuya so smart! Who could’ve thought of that! 

A small smile appeared on Chuuya’s face, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. He was just about to jump in joy when the man—Dazai sprang up out of nowhere, the papers falling down his body when he shifted upright. Okay now's not the time to get distracted! Right now it's action time Chuuya! Just think about the burden that will be released from your shoulders and perhaps the money to come, yes! 

Shoes clacked on the ground as Chuuya started walking towards Dazai. 

They were slightly wobbly at first due to the slippery floor but sped up through each step. It was not until the last step when Chuuya was in front of Dazai that he began to feel his lips tingle. With an exhale, opening his mouth, Chuuya pointed a finger at Dazai.

 “Dazai, spy, whatever you are I'll do whatever you want just please don't take away my Baki, my wine, and my shop! Or better yet my pride!!” Chuuya shouted breathlessly, his chest rose up and down, and his face was burning………He did it?? The blinding light of a flash going off with a click caught Chuuya’s throat in a knot.

Laughter coming from below was the last thing he could've expected.

 He was getting laughed at, the man was laughing at him, and RECORDING HIM!!? “Or what-?” Dazai said shamelessly, his hand interlocking with Chuuya’s free hand, his face taking on an excited look. 

“Does that mean you can even commit a double suicide with me!” Now he just looked like he was playing with his options, there was no way he was serious. A double suicide? Out of anything Chuuya definitely won't risk his life for this bastard just to pay off debt. “I can't do that.” His hand now clung to Dazai’s scraping against the bandages. “Well too bad I guess there's the last option, you will now serve as my dog from this day forward!” 

The feeling of Chuuya’s feet being swept from the ground unexpectedly made a squeak escape his throat. “What the hell put me down!!” 

He couldn't move his arms or legs, his body was now being held in Dazai’s arms, which were tightly securing him. “Too late!! You said anything flower boy so that comes to my first mission for you today.” 

Digging in his pockets Dazai took out a bottle of what looked like pills. “There’s no way on earth I am going to take those!” Chuuya shouted, swallowing hard. They weren't just any pills, they were the worst of all! Whoever created those Chuuya would definitely be the first to kill them. 

Who makes pills that big? Why would he have to possibly take this? “Come on, don't look at me like that! You can do that after you're not sweating this much.”

 OH……….. “No I'm good thank you,” Chuuya mumbled under his breath, trying to shift his body to the side only to get stopped by Dazai who placed him on the nearest table, trapping him. 

“For someone so eager to do anything for me you sure are backing down, wait-don't tell me are you scared-!?” 

“No I'm not, just intimidated you know?” A raised eyebrow was directed at Chuuya, Dazai’s eyes were looking at him so intently that it looked almost piercing. “Pills, the pills just look questionable that's all.” 

“Care to elaborate on that flower boy? It looks pretty normal to me.” No way, normal!? Is this man okay? Seriously, how does he still function? If he's saying this is normal I can't imagine what he shoves in his mouth. 

 “Here comes the choo-choo train! Open wide flower boy!” The pill came up to Chuuya’s face at a quick speed pushing into his mouth hitting the back of his throat harshly. Coughing filled the room as Chuuya’s hands came up to his throat getting pulled off by Dazai who blew a strand of Chuuya’s hair past his ear. 

“You're doing well, just focus on me okay?” he said, his voice was oddly soothing making Chuuya’s eyelids feel ten times heavier, drooping. Breath mingled in the air between them, hitting Chuuya’s face softly. 

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The flick of a card hitting the table laying out in Dazai’s hands, a picture of red hair and blue eyes made a small smile crawl on his lips. 

“Sweet dreams……….Chuuya.”

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Shoes clacked aimlessly on the floor of a large building, which had a variety of rooms, one belonging to a girl with her blond hair tied into a bun, with some strands sticking out. Her face was stoic yet her footsteps were frantic. 

Even as the warm air brushed her pale face they became even clearer. Ichiyō Higuchi, a member of “The Port Agency” who had been working for over two years, looked just as the rumors said. Hair that looked like golden locks with such grace in each step, though today seemed not to be the case. Stacks of papers held in hand, she was about to walk over to her desk when a mop of red hair passed by her making her freeze.

 Kouyou Ozaki, whose eyes resembled dark pink orbs, had only recently transferred to the port agency, yet it seemed as if she had years of experience behind her. Down to the way she walked and the piercing look in her eyes it was no surprise that she was familiar with this way of life, too well. 

“Kouyou-sensei!” Kouyou stopped mid-step abruptly. Her long, red hair, braided, swayed to the side as she faced Higuchi. “Is something wrong Higuichi—?” 

The stack of papers fell to the ground in front of Higuchi's feet. 

“Chuuya—Chuuya-San was found missing!!”

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“WHAT—!!!!!!?????”

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“Have you heard the news?”

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“Have you seen the internet-? I mean, florist Nakahara Chuuya spotted with Dazai Osamu, the same author who wrote “No Longer Human,” is just unexpected, to say the least.

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“He doesn't seem like the type of person who would stoop to someone that low in status especially when he always surrounds himself with women each one different.”

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“Oh come don't act like you weren't one of them Ami!” 

The chatter filled the room, flowing out of the tv that went bright to completely pitch black. The faint buzzing nearby made Dazai look up. 

“They are a bunch of fucking idiots.” His head sank into the palm of his hand, his back shook, and laughter slipped out of his mouth loosely. The cold air escaped the night's sky seeping into the cracked window touching Dazai’s neck briefly. “I met a man, he collapsed, took him to my place, kissed him, and he vomited, and now here we are,” Dazai mumbled, blinking up lazily.

 Is it so bad to say Dazai found the whole thing amusing? This man was the complete opposite of him yet they clicked together instantly. Like an attraction that was so strong that it felt like there was a red line connecting them. 

Maybe then Dazai would break it if not for the high expectations held above him. He broke every single one though already and he didn't feel sorry to say the least. When this is the first time he’s ever felt alive, breathing in as much air as he can get, laughing until his throat starts burning, it was amazing. Why should he ever stop if there’s someone out there who can keep him entertained for a while longer than he initially thought? 

Two plans appeared in Dazai’s mind. Plan B: Dazai can toy around with the man. Or Plan A: let him off the hook. Well, the first option sounded more appealing. The name Chuuya never rang any bells in Dazai’s head yet it slid off his tongue perfectly. How did he really even find out about him in the first place again?…………

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                        2 weeks ago

“Dazai-san! The boss says we are hosting an event in a few days! He said we needed to go get flowers to put up, he gave me the information on where to go, but I am not sure, can you help me?” Purple eyes with yellow irises belonging to a boy with white hair that had a silver undertone pleaded. 

“Why could he possibly be hosting an event?”

Dazai asked as he picked up candy wrappers off the floor that were littered in a straight line leading to the corner that was a few feet away.

 “He didn't say why but it seems to be very important and you're the only one whom the boss can count on.  Well except for the fact that you randomly ditch on a random day.” The boy noted with a small smile, amusement in his eyes. “Oh come on Atsushi you know that's not true! Who even is spouting that nonsense to you?” 

Now the attention was directed at Atsushi who flushed a bright red in a mere twenty seconds. “Clocks ticking Atsushi-kun I might as well just leave—”

“Kunikida, Kunikida I got it from him okay!? Don't tell him alright he wasn't the only one who noticed he simply pointed out!” Atsushi looked mortified at the look on Dazai’s face. He had a smug grin on his face that got replaced with confusion only when Atsushi pushed a paper into his hand firmly. It was a white card that was faced on its back showing numbers and words, the most obvious one was the name on it. 

“Chuuya Nakahara the local florist, I've heard of him but with only minor details, he seems pretty scary from what I know of him, but he knows how to get the job done,” Atsushi mumbled softly mostly to himself but Dazai seemed to take in this information instantly. 

Flipping the card, the picture wasn't what Dazai had in mind. You would think maybe someone elderly not some man who looked quite young, maybe in his early 20s, or a high schooler given his height. 

Red hair that had an orange hue to it almost like copper red looked like the same flames Dazai would gaze at in his apartment's fireplace. His blue eyes were the one thing that made him still. He wasn't staring forward in the picture and he still felt the piercing gaze behind them. 

“I’ll keep this in mind Atsushi thank you.”

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Everything was black, pitch black to be exact. The room felt cold and too quiet. Each intake of breath Chuuya took could be heard. His body was touching something soft that was plushy. His body sank into it when he twisted to the side. His eyelids felt like they were glued together when he opened his eyes with such force to be met with even more darkness. 

It was only then that he realized he was in a bed, a big one at that. This wasn't a dream, this was only the reality. He lost control of his body, let himself be a pitiful sight and an embarrassing one. 

His pride that he was so loud about was gone. Blowing away into the night sky without a care. His whole body ached with no sign of stopping. Maybe those pills' side effects? Wait what pill? “Oh no.” How could he possibly forget the day's events that occurred!? For all Chuuya could know, two days could've passed! What if this whole time he was just knocked out! He's a whole fucking mess and his stomach seems to agree as it growls begging for food.

 The last food he almost got ended with him vomiting over it great! Just another reminder of how stupid he acted!

 His feet hit the ground, and there were no shoes in sight, just socks. If he can even make out his appearance in the dark his jacket, which he once wore was stripped off of him leaving him in his gray T-shirt and sweatpants. 

I mean at least have mercy on him he tried well at least kinda? When you're out on a run and then have work to get to you couldn't care less. Just that thought leaves so many kinds of thoughts swarming his head. There was no room to leave now, even though he had his own matters like his shop. He doesn't even have his phone or shoes.

 He probably got a lot of text messages by now blowing up his phone. 

A few he can name, Shirase and Yuan, his friends since high school. Or that was probably just a hopeless wish as the last time they texted was a few weeks ago back when they weren't busy and decided to hang out with each other. 

And now he's mourning it like a loss when he shouldn't care, but he does care too much for his liking. How can he even just kiss a man he barely knows but also care about him at the same time? 

Those feelings didn't even seem mutual in the slightest. Why should he care when this man made fun of him and acted like he was a dog, his!? His fingers wrapped around the doorknob before creaking it open. His view was a hallway with another door ahead that was the same bathroom as yesterday, if it even is the next day.

 Light was just peaking out of the corner. With that, his feet moved quickly chasing after the light that was the tv perched on a stand. The light shone down on a figure sitting in front of it. Dark brown hair faced Chuuya though the figure wasn't facing him, only its back. Dazai seemed to notice his presence as he took a glance at him from the corner of his eye. 

There wasn't a certain air around him like usual where he would be ready to shoot quick retorts at Chuuya instead it was nothing other than oddly calming. “You're awake?” He didn't sound too shocked, almost like he anticipated it. 

“I couldn't sleep, not after what happened, I made a mistake.” Dazai’s body now turned towards Chuuya's, making him bite his bottom lip, breaking the dry skin underneath. “I don’t know what I was thinking Dazai, you are my customer and I overstepped boundaries. In other words, I took your kindness for advantage………I’m sorry” Chuuya admitted softly. Maybe it was the sleep talking in him right now but all that mattered was to get these thoughts out of his brain.

 He shouldn’t be putting all of his guilt on this man except that it felt right in a way. It’s funny too, they were just bickering the last time they talked and now Chuuya is just spilling his regrets.

 “Why are you apologizing? You're acting like this wasn’t my idea.” Dazai said, his gaze hardening. “What do you mean?” Dazai’s body was now in front of Chuuya’s, his hand ghosting above Chuuya’s forehead. “Nevermind forget about it, you shouldn't dwell too much on the past flower boy, it's bad for your head.” Chuuya's mouth opened before closing. A crease formed between his lips. 

His eyes searched Dazai’s deep in the abyss of what was his eyes. 

“Please, please hold me.” His voice was low while his head hung low. The silence that filled the room made the room feel colder before warm arms wrapped around Chuuya’s back pressing him against a solid presence. Their lips were inches apart, each breath they took mingling in the air between them. “Better?” 

“Yeah thank you Dazai.”

A red camellia was then pressed in Chuuya’s hair behind his ear. “They remind me of you, red, even standing in a crowd, you stand out the most, given you're pretty short like what 5 feet?”

“Shut up you asshole!”

“Is this love? How romantic!”

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Sun shone down on a pool of red hair that was tied in a messy bun, strands falling carelessly. 

“Is this seriously everything you have?” 

“What? Oh don't act surprised it's just a few bottles of whisky, want to take a sip flower boy?” 

“What are you kidding!? Hell no!” 

Bottles of whisky were placed on the kitchen counter thankfully most of them were empty while others were half full. “I thought you said you were feeling better? And well you did say you would do anything I wanted no~?” Dazai teased, nudging Chuuya in the shoulder, pushing a chair behind him. 

It was now the morning, the sun was finally out with the after-effects of the weather being that the balcony Dazai apparently has, soaked in water from the rain. “I said that but if it has to be alcohol it has to be wine,” Chuuya grumbled earning a smirk from Dazai.

“That shit sucks I would never drink that even for the game of it let alone pop one on a Monday morning.”

“Wait so you're saying you would instead pop a whisky—wait WHAT!? It's Monday!!!????” Chuuya screamed, kicking the chair away. 

“Yep! Isn't that great Mondays are my favorite!” 

“No No NO It’s not great I have a fucking life Dazai!” 

“Oh yeah, you do-? Hey if you don't mind, can you have your crisis somewhere else not in front of MY whisky? It's quite literally a scary sight for them!” Dazai whined cradling one of his bottles of whisky. 

“I don’t care about your stupid whisky! I have a fucking cat for god sake?! I probably got robbed by now!!” A gasp escaped Dazai’s mouth.

 “Ohhhh yeah, that thing? Come on, you can’t seriously tell me someone will rob your place! The only thing of value might just be hmmmmm? Nothing.”

“You fucking bastard my Baki is not a ‘thing!’” Chuuya shouted, taking the bottle of whisky out of Dazai’s hands, holding it away from him giving it a disgusted look.

“You even named it Baki like as in “Arahabaki” the god of destruction!? You're fucking insane a weird creature indeed flower boy.” Dazai nodded in agreement dodging the hand that was about to strangle him.

 “That’s not my name, stop calling me that! I let it slide way too many times already!”

“Too bad remember what you said or do I have to recap it for you again? You know for someone being sick you seem oddly aware of your surroundings, maybe I should throw you out of my place already.”

“Wait-!?”

“Ah! See, I knew that pill would work wonders on that rough fever of yours!”

“I don’t even have my phone or shoes damnit!” The hold Chuuya had on the bottle of whisky suddenly went limp. The bottle fell out of Chuuya’s hands falling below Chuuya’s feet.

CRACK!

“Well isn’t that great!!” Dazai exclaimed, glaring at Chuuya who froze on the spot with his mouth hanging open. The whisky seeped into his socks making Dazai grimace. “My poor whisky!” Dazai cried out, grabbing another bottle of whisky off the counter like an alcoholic holding it away from Chuuya. 

“You're so abusive to my whisky! Just because of that I'll leave you to clean up that mess!! might as well make me food too hmm? I'm pretty hungryyyy!” A hand pulled Dazai down swiftly by the collar in a death grip.

 “I swear when I see you again after this I promise I'll kill you!” A phone just then went off nearby. Exchanging looks Dazai hummed in delight, moving out of Chuuya’s grip walking out of sight to the source of noise. Chuuya was left standing in front of the spotless table with whisky all over the floor. His heart couldn't help but race at the sudden flashback of yesterday that flowed into his mind. 

Touching his hair it wasn't there except for tangles of hair. That was pointless, it probably was a dream. It felt so real though. Blood coursed through Chuuya’s body going straight to his face. 

 ‘They remind me of you, red, even standing in a crowd, you stand out the most, given you're pretty short like what 5 feet?’

“It really is pointless.”

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“DAZAI?!!!!!”

“Yeah no thank you please block this number please and thank you bye—.”

“You waste of stupid bandages, you are not going to hang up! Not after the migraine you caused me!?” A rough voice shouted through the line sounding like a man in his late 20s.

“And why is that?”

“Don't play stupid!? Even I can't cover all the stunts you pull! Dazai there are pictures of your face everywhere of you holding a man in your arms!!!” The man's voice roared, the phone buzzing underneath Dazai’s hands. With a sigh, Dazai ran his fingers through his hair. “I know,” Dazai said bitterly before adding on.

 “What am I supposed to do about it Kunikida?” A scoff rang through the other line.

“The port agency seems to have taken a liking to that man, he’s linked to Kouyou Ozaki.”

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Rivalries can stem from anything; it could be a simple grudge held for decades that never simmered down, instead boiling over, which is what you could describe as the “Port Agency” and the “Armed Agency" rivalry. 

It was petty really, from winning awards back to back to rub salt into the wound. Well, at least how Dazai sees it. He has only been at the Armed Agency for four years, and ever since then, the number of awards he has won has become something to be avoided or looked down upon.

 The Port Agency never took it too well; they saw it as competition. Kouyou Ozaki in particular wasn't someone he could get along with. Even the sound of the name made him scrunch up his face. Kouyou Ozaki, the newest member of the Port Agency who recently joined randomly for reasons unknown, was already at the top. It was all aggravating. To have someone who didn't even try or put in effort compared to him who spent hours trying to get his work approved to get recognition so late.

And well now he can see why Kouyou didn't like him. Chuuya Nakahara, the same man in his apartment, is somehow connected to her.

They don't even have the same last name or anything like that. There weren't any similarities between them, only their hair in which Kouyou had a pink hue. To top it off, his name is probably everywhere by now, which is pretty crazy, I know. That's just how the internet works, driven by crazy fans. He might as well have a high bounty on his head, who knows?

 Kouyou wouldn't take this well to see someone close to her unconscious let alone in her rival's arms. The picture totally didn't do him justice at all. “Kunikida can you send me any details you've found, and just try to do me a quick favor and not have this turn into something big?”

“I was already going to do that Dazai. Anyone would know this is not something that should be public though I've seen worse.” Kunikida let out, clearing his throat. 

“Just as a reminder Dazai you shouldn't affiliate yourself with people connected to someone from the Port Agency technically. I know it's not my business to tell you this but if you're going to at least be good at it.” That was out the window now. It's not like he was going to get close with that man, it was only a matter of convenience, he was just sick that's all. “I would never do that Kunikida are you serious? That man is a nobody, really, not even at my level”—A glimpse of blue eyes met Dazai’s from across the room. 

Chuuya was staring at him with wide eyes not even trying to hide it. Like a cat, his eyes darted from the phone to Dazai before he quickly moved behind the wall. “Shit,” Dazai muttered under his breath, pulling the phone away from his ear.

 “Dazai? Hello????”

“I’ll talk to you later Kunikida, bye-bye!” 

“No no NO I’m still talking to you Dazai don't hang up the phone—!” Kunikida’s voice resonated within the room screeching through the line as it cut off. The tension that had been held in Dazai’s shoulders released, but even that didn't stop the frown that made its way to his face. 

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He saw and heard everything.

Out of everything he decided to talk in the living room, the same room that was a few feet away from the kitchen. He was loud about it too. Has he misspoken?????

“Chuuya—!!” His feet stumbled on the ground as he quickly ran to the kitchen, his heart was racing, pounding uncontrollably. 

“Don’t call me that?! Don't ever say my name again!!” Chuuya’s back hit the kitchen counter. His face was flushed a light red while his eyes were turning watery.

 “Why, why WHY!!???? What did I ever do to you!? How did you even get my name, you freak?!” Chuuya’s chest was now rising up and down fast, his breath coming out in gasps. “You told me remember—?” A sour laugh escaped Chuuya’s lips. 

“Last thing I remember is you ignoring me, you didn't even bother so why should you have the privilege of saying my name when you’ve been nothing but mean?” Chuuya questioned, narrowing his eyes. The red line that had connected them was now cut, separating them and going its own path. 

“Me mean? What are you four-? If anything, I’ve been patient and kind; you know I could have easily left you there. It's not hard for me with the snap of my fingers. I could even buy your precious flowershop.” Dazai spat, his jaw clenching. 

“You just can't seem to let me have anything huh? When I finally think we are getting along and understanding one another you ruin it with your stupid lies. Tell me Chuuya do you believe everything is my fault really?” Chuuya’s mouth opened before closing as Dazai smiled coldly. 

“Don’t even bother, I've heard everything I needed to know, just because you heard something you weren't supposed to know doesn't mean you get to have the right to act like some crazy ex.” 

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Chuuya’s body was now sitting on the floor, his lips quivered, and his fingers were trembling. “I didn't ask for any of this, I really didn't, it is all your fault!!! If you never came to my shop this would've never happened!!? You're the one acting like a crazy ex, you wouldn't leave me alone, you're persistent!!! Just leave me alone already, give up on me!” tears fell onto the ground hitting the floor next to Dazai’s feet. 

“I’m a fucking mess I spilled whisky everywhere all over your floor and threw up.” A dry laugh escaped Chuuya’s throat. 

Dazai’s glare lingered on Chuuya’s face before falling altogether, his clenched jaw went slack. “Is that really how you view me ‘persistent’? Don't make me laugh as if you weren't the one who knocked over everything trying to rip off my face, at least you're right about one thing though, you are a mess.” Dazai’s body suddenly knelt in front of Chuuya, the motion causing a strand of Chuuya’s hair to fall over his face. 

“A mess that I caused, the same mess that makes me……..” His hand came to Chuuya’s hair, grabbing the hair tie, pulling it undone.

 Chuuya’s hair fell freely on his shoulder, light shining directly on it and his eyes illuminating it. His other hand glided across Chuuya’s face stopping underneath his eyes where tears trailed, his eyes turning softer.  

“Please don't cry, not because of me, fuck please don't Chuuya.” Sniffles followed by sobs echoed throughout the walls. Hands grasped Dazai’s face belonging to Chuuya. They were hot compared to his, making everything feel fuzzy yet distant. A smile that turned sad spread across Chuuya’s face when his eyes met Dazai’s.

 “Maybe you're right Dazai, I'm not your concern, if anything I'm someone who caused a mistake that shouldn't have happened, I became a

burden and put my problems on you and expected you to understand and take the weight off my shoulders without acknowledging how you must've felt. You may be able to buy my whole shop but I won't let you.” Dazai’s body went rigid, his breath hitching, the touch of Chuuya’s hands on the side of his cheeks burned. 

“No, no, NO-!? I’m not right so stop saying that!!?” Dazai’s voice cracked. His hands moved to cling to Chuuya’s hands. There was no response as Dazai suddenly pulled Chuuya into his arms. The hold was tight with Dazai’s cold skin melting into Chuuya’s hot skin like butter. “I don't want to lose you Chuuya,” Dazai murmured, sinking his face into Chuuya’s shoulder, his hold wasn't loosening, getting tighter like he was trying to keep something sacred from falling out of his grasp. “Then let's put everything behind I'll start with myself,”

“I’m Chuuya Nakahara, 24 years old. And well  you already know the owner of a flower shop.” Chuuya said in a sniffle. His tears came to an end traveling where Dazai stood by the broken red strand that now lay between them.

“The name of it being called Baki’s came from my cat as you may know by now.” A laugh was then stifled by Dazai who got a glare shot at him by Chuuya. Clearing his throat, Dazai flashed Chuuya a small smile.

“And I’m Osamu Dazai.”

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“And yes the same Osamu Dazai who made ‘No Longer Human’ to answer your question.”

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“Boss, I'm here, can I come in?”  A tall door stood in front of Kunikida, his hands fiddled with his notebook that had ‘Ideals’ written on it with approximately 150 pages.

 A hum was heard behind the door giving Kunkida the signal to go in. 

Pushing the door open Kunkida was met with a wide space though it was normal, he had already been there multiple times and knew exactly what he was here for. Dazai Osamu that brat is up to no good, it's only a matter of time to inform the boss Yukichi Fukuzawa so he knows beforehand.

 The man wasn't even impressed when he was told Dazai never came back with the flowers he’s been asked to bring, it's been 2 weeks and Kunikida’s daily check-ups weren't proving to work. 

For god sake, he entangled himself with a random man that Kouyou Ozaki kept talking about when she barged into their building. 

At least they have a good relationship but that's not the point, Kunikida has to stop Dazai before he goes even further. This is why he's here, the abrupt end of the call put him on edge. It was too sudden. 

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The smell of green tea blew into Kunikida’s nose coming from the cup of tea that sat in his hands, two of his fingers cupped the handle.

“Kunikida, what brings you here?” A voice belonging to a man who looked to be in his late 30s asked, his voice having a sharp edge to it just like his eyes. Despite looking young, his hair was a cold silver. 

His stare was intense like he just saw through anyone he looked at but there was a calming aura around him. Even with a cat perched on his side a small smile that was barely visible appeared.

 “I’m sure you're already aware by now, boss, that Dazai has been absent from all work, and all of his work that I’ve found has been wiped out getting covered in dust.” A teacup was placed down on the table across from Kunikida. 

 Fukuzawa’s full attention was on Kunkida now, something that made him gulp a mouthful of air. “I’ve heard, Yosano told me she saw him yesterday, and said it was best that she give me a call to let me know.”

“What I didn't expect though was to see him carrying the same man I sent him out to go get help from, I told Atsushi to go ask him for help if he needed it not for him to have Dazai go hunt him down.” A chuckle that was covered with a cough came out of Fukuzawa who looked surprisingly amused. 

“Boss if you don't mind me asking what are you going to do about it? This outcome has resulted in Kouyou Ozaki playing petty, her little members are said to come stop by again swarming outside of our building, they allege that we are holding a hostage.” Kunikida spat bitterly, looking down at the green tea in his hand, swirling it with a spoon.

 “Well that's not really up for me to decide to be honest, that's Dazai’s doing you can’t stop him when something catches his attention.”

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“Kyōka right here! Yes YES! You got this—!”

Books tumbled onto the ground with a loud thud. 

“No I don't Atsushi! I’ve bought so many books on different ideas to come up with and even how to make the perfect blue rose but it just won't work! It feels like we're missing something but I just can't pinpoint it.” A gasp along with a squeal came from an excited Atsushi all of a sudden who grabbed a book out of the stack on the floor. 

“You're wrong Kyōka-chan look what I found!” The complete suicide manuscript was held in Atsushi’s hands up in the air.

 “It's exactly what Dazai has been bugging me for to the point where even I wanted to wash my ears with bleach, isn't this amazing Kyōka-chan?” Atsushi chanted with a grin turning to Kyōka who folded her arms over her chest turning away with a frown on her face.

 “No it isn't Atsushi why would it be when he hasn't been here for 2 weeks?! He's completely bailed out on us again and you seem content with it, are you really not upset that we are doing all of the work? He just writes and easily gets acknowledged, a whole award while we are trying our best only to get a pat on the shoulder!” Kyōka cried out, her hands clenched into fists. 

“It's not fair, Atsushi it really isn't! He's going to cause us to go bankrupt one of these days! Do you know the number of emails I have been getting since yesterday because of his shenanigans? No actually we all have been getting them and it's embarrassing!” Kyōka looked down with shame written all over her, her eyes widening when a thought shot into her head hitting the bullseye. 

“Wait Atsushi, is that really Chuuya-san?” 

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Books were spread out across the shelves. Chuuya’s finger traveled along each spine, from rough to soft to silky smooth until his hand stopped on one book. Yuan's laughter and Shirase’s excitement filtered out of the library when Chuuya pulled the book out.

‘Pandora’s Box.’

By Osamu Dazai

‘How can such a simple cover have so much weight underneath his fingers?’ 

Chuuya's finger grazed the cover tracing little patterns. With the flip of a page, that was when Chuuya lost track of time. Even Yuan who was so lively earlier perked her head up from underneath the book after a while, well fifteen minutes to be exact. “Hey? Chuuuuyaaaa you good??” Yuan asked, stretching out each word looking at Chuuya curiously. “Yeah I'm good Yuan have you found anything?” 

“He’s completely gone,” Yuan noted with a shake of her head, letting out a sigh. 

“I'm listening, you know?” Chuuya huffed, taking a glance at Yuan who only smiled back. “Now thinking about it, this is not the Chuuya I’ve known. Wait, don't tell me Chuuya you’ve actually gone insane!” Shirase suddenly piped up, pointing an accusing finger at Chuuya. 

People nearby looked, glaring at the commotion. A grumble arose in Chuuya’s throat, his hands closing the book getting ready to put it back when a hand stopped him.

 Shirase’s hand quickly retracted as soon as he spoke up. 

“Wait, don't put that back just yet Chuuya! We’ve seen the way you looked at it while reading it completely infatuated it was honestly scary!” Shirase exclaimed, his hand coming back to snatch the book out of Chuuya’s hands. 

“Hey damnit give it back Shirase!” Chuuya shouted leaping at Shirase, the book was raised high in response. “Okay, gotcha but not unless we buy it first! Can't have you regretting it later, you know?” A grumble came from Chuuya, his face turning red. His hands fidgeted on the edge of his shirt before stopping and reaching to push a strand of hair behind his ears. 

“Pandora’s Box by Osamu Dazai hey Chuuya I’ve heard of him before isn’t he the man that was going viral around the place over one of his books, this must be the latest I’m guessing you're the type to read something else like the last book Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky?” Shirase questioned in amusement, turning to Yuan who watched the interaction quietly.

 “How about this? I dare you to finish this book in under a week. I'll even buy this for you since I do owe you one but to get straight to the point I want your review.”  He said bluntly with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Shirase’s eyes met Chuuya’s again in a silent challenge. Sparks flew into Chuuya’s hands with determination in his eyes.

“Bet”

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                       1 week later

The clicking of a pen along with scribbling of a Sharpie filled Chuuya’s bedroom as he sat up in his bed. His laptop was open with Baki nudging it with his paws purring when Chuuya’s hand massaged behind his ears. The last squeak of the pen following Chuuya starfishing on his back with a satisfied sigh broke the silence that started to become apparent. A sticky note that was stuck in an open page of Pandora’s box flashed underneath the light, the words glinting. 

‘Surprisingly good.’

“Whoever you are, Osamu Dazai, you actually impressed me. It's kinda hard to do that.” 

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“Pssst! A little help here Shirase!” Yuan shouted, nudging Shirase in the shoulder who was completely knocked out with a line of drool escaping his mouth.

 A snore was the only response back. “Oh, that’s it!” Grabbing a cup of water nearby, Yuan held it in the air before lowering it, spilling it all over Shirase’s head, wetting the leather couch in the process. The snore turned into a horrified scream as Shirase sat upright quickly, the water traveling to his pants falling onto the floor. “Owww Yuan what hell—” 

“Shhhh!”

“Hey don't ‘shhhh’ me!”

The sound of footsteps made Shirase freeze right in his tracks, they got closer by the second. His body getting pushed down by Yuan's hand roughly only to catch sight of Chuuya made him exchange an unimpressed glance at Yuan. “Seriously you had me thinking there was a fucking robbery taking place Yuan!” 

“Ah, Ah! No talking let me speak!” Yuan said, holding a finger up with a smirk. “Look at what Chuuya’s holding, isn't he just such a hopeless romantic it's cute!” Yuan gushed over, holding a hand to her heart twirling her hair.

 “Hopeless romantic where? I’ve never seen Chuuya hold hands with anyone and I really don't need the mental image right now.” Shirase mumbled under his breath, a frown on his lips.

 “Don't be such a wuss, Shirase! You're going to get us caught and I don't want that right now when I am witnessing Chuuya in his lover boy era!” 

“Lover boy era where!? If anything I think Chuuya is in his little nerd era! You know what it's actually increasing his brain size, maybe it will somehow make him grow an inch!” 

“No NO you don't understand Shirase I think he found his true love, I've seen the way he touches that book and it’s so tender! Dazai Osamu stole his heart without even realizing it through a line of words!!”

“Shut up Yuan you're being loud, you're going to get us caught—!!!”

“Can you guys stop!!?!”  Chuuya cried out, his face burning a bright red, and his breath came out ragged. Yuan and Shirase’s eyes locked in a split second, they looked and knew they were in trouble. 

“Hey…… Chuuya? When did you even get here? We were just talking about how great the weather is supposed to be today……Right, Shirase?” Yuan said in a nervous chuckle, sweat beading up on her forehead. 

“Uhhhh yeahhh?” Shirase seemed utterly clueless and Chuuya seemed to just tell by the way he narrowed his eyes at Shirase.

 “Then why are you guys fucking spying on me!?”

There it was, if they were dead after this then well at least they lived to their fullest hey? 

“RUN YUAN!!”

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“EEEEK!!!!!”

Well, that was the tale of Shirase and Yuan and an angry ‘lovesick’ ginger.

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 Osamu Dazai

Osamu Dazai

OSAMU DAZAI!!!!?????

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There was no fucking way!! He didn't just kiss anyone or vomit all over their floor he kissed 

Dazai Fucking Osamu?!

 He was even arguing with him just now! Oh god the disrespect Chuuya just displayed in a day was insane!!! No way, no way!!! He even thought he was a bastard!? But oh gosh the worst part was he was!!! Nothing like the books.

 Who would expect that after kissing a man vomiting all over their floor they would act cocky saying you did over their ‘other worldly beauty’! Bragging like it was a trophy. No way Chuuya would believe this! From thirsting after this man yesterday…… Just a bit okay, definitely not!!

 He even threatened him over buying his shop! But he put a red camellia in his hair and held him with such care even just now he acted so concerned! And well he is a good kisser fine! No stop it Chuuya he shoved a dumb pill down your throat! Maybe he should do it again? I'm soooo screwed!!!

 I insulted his taste in alcohol and even dropped his whisky all over the floor. Oh god it's still in my socks!!!!!

“Chuuya?”

‘Oh yes, say my name!’

“CHUUYA???”

‘What??? NO absolutely not!!’

“Wow you really do look like you saw a ghost, are you dreaming about eating dog food like the good dog you are!”

“How……?”

“Uh, what? You have to be more specific Chuuya—?”

“HOW DO YOU DO IT!!?”

‘Shit’

“What??”

Chuuya’s body leaned forward, inches apart from Dazai’s face now. “There’s no way you're that Dazai Osamu! Seriously, how do you do it!?” Chuuya spouted, his eyes raking up Dazai’s face. 

“Uh, I don't know??? How do you survive hibernation Chuuya?” Dazai said, wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk. “Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya yelled before his words settled, making his eyes widen. “Oh shit I just said that.” Dazai's groan interrupted Chuuya’s voice.

 “Can you not treat me like a deity? Now you are actually acting like a crazy ex.”  Dazai muttered, his lips quivering, his face turning a slight red as his hands pulled Chuuya away from the hug he forgot was still doing. His pupils dilated when he involuntarily leaned into Chuuya’s touch, closing his eyes when Chuuya’s breath fanned over his face. Arms wrapped around Dazai’s before a whisper went into Dazai’s ear. 

“Please, don't sue me.” 

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Oh and how badly Dazai wanted to laugh at how little Chuuya knew about the pictures or perhaps the notifications that are probably going off on his dead phone in his pocket. 

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Heat filled the room everywhere, whether it was to the skin or to the air, everything was hot. Dazai’s whole body along with his bandages felt sticky.

 It made him want to go run into the shower except that the sight that lay below him wouldn’t let that happen. 

Fiery red flames were tangled in his hands twisting and splaying out on the bed. Chuuya’s eyes were unfocused, his head shifting to the side to only get pulled by Dazai’s hand that pulled his face right up to his. 

Their lips came close before smashing together. A gasp fell out of Chuuya's lips, getting drowned out by Dazai’s lips. His hands wrapped around Dazai’s neck, tangling in his hair. “Chuuya.” Dazai panted out, his eyes staring deep into Chuuya’s eyes that twitched. “Dazai?”

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“Fuck, I’m so screwed”

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“I am so screwed….”

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And maybe Dazai was actually screwed, as he had the worst dream known to man, with a spiking fever coming from Chuuya in the middle of the night.

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Dazai’s breath came in pants, his whole body trembled. 

Warm air from the heater brushed his neck gently. Coughing came from right next to him where his body touched a solid figure that felt far too warm. His cheeks burned when red hair touched his fingertips.

 The same red hair he dreamed about, the same hair that reminded him of the flames of his fireplace, and those same flames were ones he couldn't look away from, he wanted them to swallow him whole. Except that those flames were now dull, that spark they gave off was gone, replaced with a dark red that looked auburn. 

The remnants of yesterday haunted Dazai clinging to his lips. It was only two days ago yet it wouldn't get out of his head. This life was better. He didn't have to sit by a desk with a pen in his hand and write out his future; it was unfolding itself. He may have had his ups and downs but this redhead was everything he wasn't, everything he wanted to seek out. It was like flowers bloomed with each step he walked, the way he smiled when talking about them, and the way he handled them with such grace. 

Maybe he would handle him like that, touch him so softly with care. You don't have to have expectations of how to act or be. 

“D-Dazai—?”

“Shh, it’s okay I’m right here flower boy.”

“My body feels weird,” Chuuya mumbled, shivering under the blankets that wrapped around his form like a burrito or even a mummy. 

His lips looked so soft even better than in the dream, how could he capture them in a book when it would only sound cliché when they would be way better on his?

“Stop staring at me like that you pervert, you're weird for being an author.” Chuuya sniffled, burying his face in the blankets. 

“Hmm? I don't know about that flower boy, you said you didn't want me to sue you remember?”

“And what happened after that? Did you sue me?”

“No, because you passed out afterward.” 

“Oh,” Chuuya muttered looking up at Dazai before adding on. “Did it at least feel good to carry me you freak? Did it make you excited huh?” A smile tugged at Chuuya’s lips lazily.

 “I've thought about everything that happened yesterday and I realized that you aren't scary, your books are quite ass.” It came out fast, Chuuya’s hands covered his mouth only for it to be too late. “Oh? Books you don't seem like the type to read books but you read mine? You've got to be bluffing.” 

“Shut, shut up! I asked you how you did it didn't I? It was for educational purposes for a report I had to write, yep!”

“That's tough, wait you're still in school!?”

“What No!? I told you I was 24 remember you dick!” Chuuya sputtered frantically, burying his face deeper in the blankets.

“I see how it is, Chuuya is obsessed with me. I bet he is even going to include him vomiting after kissing me! Don’t worry just yet Chuuya, I know the perfect way to write about it~!” 

“Why are you even mentioning that? You want to recreate it or something? It's not anything new to me, honestly, people ask the same thing when I kiss them.” Chuuya stated boldly, his body was now sitting up in front of Dazai. 

“Do you want to test the waters, Dazai? Take away my sickness?” Chuuya’s breath blew on Dazai's face, hitting his eyelashes. “It’s been bothering me a lot, you know? You can take care of it right?” Dazai’s eyes trailed up to Chuuya’s face where small dimples peaked.

 “I can even give you free flowers in exchange, just not chocolate cosmos  if you know what I mean.” Chuuya teased with a wink. 

 Dazai’s breath hitched as Chuuya’s hand stopped on his hands pulling it, his face rubbing it on his cheek, he was acting like such a tease it was unbearable he probably will even look good on— ”Hmmm?” Chuuya hummed, his eyes searched Dazai’s hooded eyes that pooled a rich brown. 

“Is one night enough for me to prove my worth?” Dazai whispered into Chuuya’s ear. “Your sickness will be gone.” Chuuya’s body froze, his eyes stopping at Dazai’s lips.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

“Will I even be able to see Baki?”

A chuckle slid past Dazai's lips smoothly. “Yes, you'll even be able to see your Baki.”

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“Will I see you?”

Silence filled the room hard, hitting Chuuya in the face. Dazai’s eyes broke contact with Chuuya’s, and a frown made its way to his lips.

“No you won’t”

A scoff slipped past Chuuya’s lips. “What do you mean? No I-I still have to give you flowers no I still need to pay you back!”

“A kiss can be that payback Chuuya.”

“Can it be more than that Dazai for the whole night?” Dazai’s hands tangled in Chuuya’s hair pushing him close to his face. Chuuya’s breath caught in his throat, and tears pooled in his eyes streaming down his face.

 “I don't understand, why are you always the cause of my tears?” The silent plea was held in the air before the gap closed between them. Lips pressed against each other, salt and tears hit Dazai's tongue. 

Dazai’s hands found their way into Chuuya’s intertwining, his lips moving down to kiss the back of his hands. “I don't want to take advantage of you Chuuya.” 

“But—” Dazai’s lips slid over Chuuya’s neck, kissing the warm skin. “Just let me appreciate you everywhere?” Sobs broke through everywhere, tears falling on Dazai’s hands.

 “I hate you!” 

A kiss was pressed on Chuuya’s forehead. “I-I hate you.” Then on his arm. “I-I……” A last kiss was pressed on his cheek before descending on his inner thigh, his tongue swiping the skin like a gentle caress. 

It was as if time stopped altogether, even as the kisses turned faster. Whimpers that caught Chuuya's throat were wrapped around Dazai’s finger, unraveling completely. 

It wasn't the rude customer or the flower shop owner, it was just Dazai and Chuuya.

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The walls blurred, and the petals of lilies and dahlias felt like thorns. 

This should’ve felt like a relief, like a breath of fresh air, but it wasn’t. Chuuya was left in pieces of broken glass, cutting into his skin. He was in the one place he loved; he felt like a brand-new person, yet the carvings of last night loomed over him, a deadly reminder that it wasn’t his imagination or a dream.

 Why did everything start to hurt again? It’s not like Chuuya didn’t expect this outcome, getting discarded just like that, thrown to the side by someone that he started to put his trust into? 

His phone sat on the counter right where his head lay.. The incessant buzzing was the only thing cutting through the silence. He didn’t even want to look at his phone; he knew what he was going to see. Two days of slacking off—all over a sickness he couldn’t control.

 Work and work and even more work were all they cared about. His shop wasn’t torn apart to pieces with signs of robbery; it was……silent, unbearably silent. Getting discarded wasn’t new to Chuuya yet it felt so new. Back then he could get up with his head held high and brush it off like it’s nothing and have Kouyou by his side, but it’s not like that anymore. Now, he’s just another face in a crowd with no name, in other words, another story to write about.

 “I—I don’t want to cry again but god—it hurts so much…..” Chuuya whispered, his eyes blurry when they met his phone that lit up. 

The first time he felt alive, the first time he wanted to continue looking forward to the next day to come, fell between the cracks of his fingers. 

It was his fault, all his fault.

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A promise was something foreign, something not to be broken.

It didn't count for Dazai, not when he ever kept his promises, he always broke them multiple times, this was the cost of living so why should he feel guilty? When it's not his problem. You can't fix something that is already hollowed from the inside out.

He got what he wanted—took what he wanted and left that's all and that's it. He can't just leave everything behind for someone he barely knows, not when he has an unfinished book waiting for him.

“I know you would be happy for me Odasaku, I have everything, really, everything I could want. I am fulfilling dreams you weren't ever able to achieve yet.” A small huff of breath escaped Dazai’s mouth hitting a hard solid piece of concrete, the smell of dirt mixed with grass filled the air. 

“The Agency is just a bunch of fools, they have it all wrong.” The wind blew across the cemetery, hitting Dazai’s fingertips, and water droplets hit the concrete slowly…”I have it all, everything I could want, Odasaku….I……am…..not a fool…”

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“One, two…...THREE!” Papers flew suddenly, slapping across the brown beige, all across the room where yelling could be heard.

“STOP IT! STOP THAT DAMNIT!?” A hoarse voice coming from a man shouted, his tall lanky figure shaking, his blonde long hair tied in a low ponytail was all over the place with strands hanging. “Aww, man! But Kunikida-san!” Kenji whined, hopping off the table to his desk. “I was just emphasizing our to-do list as you asked.”

His eyes slid the papers in his hand before coming back to Kunikida who turned a light red. “Not like that though! There are better ways to get your message through Kenji!!” Kunikida shouted, rubbing his forehead with a frown.

“Right! That just reminds me also about the blue roses!” Kunikida’s body stilled, and silence followed the room, the squeaking of chairs and other members nearby, Kyouka, and Atsushi stared.

“We can't get blue roses, Kenji, Chuuya San is Kouyou Ozaki’s brother ... .Dazai has made us one out of many enemies to him…”

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“No, it-it can't be Kunikida, Chuuya-san is, HE’S LIKE FAMILY TO ME!?” Kenji’s voice screeched throughout the walls, and the papers fell to the ground with a thud crumbling up on the ground.

Ink hung in the air with the aftertaste of burnt wood.

“You can't change the past Kenji.” A young voice that held years of wisdom said from the corner of the room. A desk full of candy wrappers sat a man with black hair and a brown hat on his head, a pair of glasses dangling between his fingers, his emerald green eyes reflected off of them.

“We can't risk dwelling on the past when we have better things to worry about. Not when you are all worried about the wrong thing when we have a case on our hands that is the Port Agency, you guys are all aware that they are here for our throats and are currently standing out of this building right now but you forgot right because all we are thinking about is Dazai admit it, the real truth…”

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 March 27

By: Dazai Osamu

Pools of red hair that reminded me of blood entangled into what was mine—a reward that was special for just merely writing words down, yet he seemed to think otherwise.

A red camellia so soft yet burning to the touch was placed into my hands with such expertise that no thorn or vine pierced my skin, they were all cut with his elegant hands.

It was strange that he acted immune to me, he only flashed me a smile and congratulated me walking back to the crowd of people to a girl with bright red hair that looked dark pink. He never told me his name, but his face was memorable.

Is it weird to cherish something from a stranger? A stranger who you can't find anywhere but your mind.

His smile haunts me in a way I don't like, my hands ache in a way to write nonsense that won't rhyme….

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September 23

I’ve tried everything to find his whereabouts, and this time they’ve actually worked. He's a florist, someone I can’t go close to…… Atsushi wants me to extract information from him only to obtain a certain type of flower; it's ridiculous. I can probably use this to my advantage and stall.

 He might not even be the right person but that doesn't matter.

 I wonder if he’ll recognize me?

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From the outside, all the way to the inside, the shop was surprisingly small, and rain drenched the outside; my umbrella was soaked. I believe this place would make a suitable setting for a story. 

“Hello sir I am sorry to tell you this but I actually was just about to close the store given the weather but since I don't really want you to waste your time you'll be the exception,” 

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Just his luck…It was pointless to even think he had a single chance but it wouldn't hurt to stir up a conversation?? That must’ve been his downfall as it only brought drama from that day forward…….

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“THEY’RE HERE!?!!”

Cars were lined up outside the armed agency crowding the doors of the front building. They were all black with tinted windows, men with suits exited out, wearing black sunglasses even on a windy day. 

Crosses were drawn on a book that they held in their arms, it was the same notebook Kunikida used for his ideals but there were fifty of them. “That’s where they all went!” Kunikida yelled, pointing at the men as if they were a disgrace to the world. 

“What is this a protest or something?! I can't believe my eyes—! AHH!? Stop that Ranpo!” The stick of Ranpo's lollipop poked Kunikida in the eye, and Ranpo's gaze hardened on the window. 

“Everyone. Out. Side. Now.” Ranpo said sharply, he didn’t even wait for Kunikida to follow him before running out. Atsushi’s eyes trailed after him to the door where he was cut off. 

“Kunikida, is it really happening today? A reunion with the Port Agency? That doesn’t seem right.” Atsushi trailed off, turning to where Kenji used to be only to meet with nothing but cold chilly air. “That’s what it looks like Atsushi, it sucks to admit that even I don't have a plan. We can only follow through with what Ranpo said.”

“You’re right Kunikida-San but if there’s one thing I have to tell you, I’m sorry on Dazai-san’s behalf, I really don’t know what goes on in his mind it’s hard to calculate, if I weren't such a pushover and asked for his help for such a simple task this wouldn’t have happened.” Atsushi’s shoulders were hunched forward, his hands balled into fists that were shaking. 

“I should’ve asked someone I could actually rely on and now I’m just being a burden! I got Chuuya-San hurt no, I hurt everyone’s reputation over something so little!? I’m so selfish!” Tears pooled in Atsushi’s eyes, stinging. 

His eyes crinkled when they met Kunikida’s to Kyouka who had a fierce expression on her face. Her feet slid on the ground of the Armed Agencies offices to Atsushi, her hand grabbed his hard. 

“You're not selfish, Atsushi! Have you seen what you are capable of? If not for you I would’ve never been here! I wouldn’t be standing where I am right now! You taught me how to forgive, patience, and most importantly you taught me that friendship is the most valuable thing you can have in life! I wouldn’t, I would never trade it for the world!! I know we may have ups and downs but that’ll never change my mind!”

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Gathered outside of the Armed Agency were Ranpo, Kunikida, Kyouka, Kenji, Atsushi, Naomi, and Tanizaki along with other members of the Armed Agency. Fukuzawa was nowhere to be seen yet and of course, Dazai. 

“What do you guys want from us!?” Kunikida’s voice carried through the wind filling the atmosphere. “What do you think? Kunikida Doppo, you know exactly why we are here, don't play dumb.” A voice of a woman said suddenly, it was coming from the group of men that were forming a crowd for them to move to the side, Kouyou Ozaki the woman with dark pink hair, the same woman who had been causing the Armed Agency problems. 

“You….” Kunikida’s eyes darkened, a smirk splayed across Kouyou’s lips that were painted with red lipstick.

 “Hmm? A grudge I see? That's pretty rich coming from you Kunikida when you are with the same people who are holding MY BROTHER HOSTAGE!” Kouyou’s tip of her heel dug into one of the notebooks that was now on the floor, a dent beginning to form. 

“You should understand how hard it is, you always do good deeds right? Providing books for a group of orphanages except you let a brat like Dazai take advantage of him! You disgust me.” The change in atmosphere was undeniable.

 “Do you even really know who Dazai is? He is a mistake in this industry!” Kouyou snapped, her voice turning higher. “I’ve tried to stay equal with you guys though you guys just want to do a low blow!”

“You think I didn't try!? I’ve tried to stay on equal grounds with you, you were the one who started this whole scene! It's been only a few days and you're freaking out over the wrong people! You think I am completely indifferent to Dazai’s actions because I am not! I don't even know what he is even thinking?! If I could kick him out I would!” Kouyou’s smirk twisted into a wide grin.

 “It's just as I expected, you're quick to double down. That's exactly what I like about you, Kunikida, to waste so much potential when you could easily obtain it in the Port Agency just like Dazai once did, but what do I know? I haven't been here for long, you know?” Kunikida’s body became rigid, his eyes darted at Kouyou, and his chest rose up and down fast.

 “Kunikida-san! Dazai-san can't be kicked out—!”

“Enough.” A voice from nearby said, it belonged to a man, it was hollow, cold, the men in black suits froze, lowering the books. “I don't go for petty banter, not to say it isn't amusing.”

“Boss!?” Kouyou turned to the man who stood a few feet away from her. The man had jet black hair that was slicked back, his hands were worn with years of age with ink and books. 

“Kouyou.”

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“Rintaro.” Another voice said, Fukuzawa was staring at Mori, and it left members of the Armed Agency freezing in shock. “Yukichi” Mori said, he flashed Fukuzawa a smile that was all teeth, it left him not even fazed the slightest like this was the norm. “You're still harassing my members?”

“I’m merely helping them. Especially your womanizer who can’t keep his hands off a man.” Laughter started to erupt bursting, Kouyou was cackling in her sleeve, taking her heel that was still stabbing into the book, kicking it as it traveled down to Kunikida’s feet.

“Mhm well isn't it odd that what I have heard from Ranpo is that Chuuya-san is back at his flower shop? You love to leave that out though? Not to intrude but caring about a complete adult for what he does with his life isn't my problem, Ozaki it doesn't give you the right to disrupt my agency.”

“Not a problem, are you serious!? My brother has become a target for many people, I never wanted to bring him into this world!”

“This is soooo annoying! Hey Kouyou! I think we really got the wrong people when knowing Mark Twain from the guild wrote that magazine.” Tachihara interrupted, grumbling beside Kouyou.

“Mark Twain! Higuchi why didn't you tell me that!” Kouyou screamed, her eyes were turning into slits. 

Higuchi gulped, sweat beading on her bangs that were now sticking to her forehead. “Hah! Got you guys!” Atsushi stated boldly, a smile curving his lips.

“Shut up! What are you a child, who even hires an 18-year-old for the job!” Akutagawa muttered the last part to himself with a frown.

“And!? At least I am not a man who dresses in all black and listens to gunshots!”

“Fine but one thing we can agree on is I don't like the way you guys are putting Dazai-sensei under the bus.” Glares were shot into Akutagawa's neck.

”I mean who cares if he is potentially dating the redhead? I think he's finally found his match.” Akutagawa said with the straightest face ever. “You're going to get killed for that!” Atsushi nudged Akutagawa's shoulder, he was now standing in front of him and Kyouka looked every bit suspicious about the interaction. 

“I don't care.” Akutagawa's face dusted a slight red. “Yuck you even look like you’ve been crying. I hate whining babies.” Akutagawa nudged Atsushi away, addressing Gin. “I see there is no business for me here.”

“See I knew it! Now he's just walking away like the true loner he is!” Tachihara yelled, wiggling his eyebrows at Atsushi teasingly. “Don't say that Tachihara!” Higuchi scolded, the color in her face was now back. 

Kouyou shook her head while Mori was now looking at his watch before a girl with blonde hair pulled on his sleeve. “Rinataro! Let's goooo I’m bored!” The girl with blonde hair whined. “Yes Elise-chan it does seem that work is done.” Mori glanced at Elise, his gaze returning to Fukuzawa as he turned away, his coat blowing through the wind.

 “Good luck finding your grand prize, Yukichi, I’ll give you one hint, it's somewhere cold and forgotten, if you are thinking in a field of grass you might just be on track.”

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Rain Droplets fell down on the pavement, it was just about 8pm, the time Chuuya should be closing. 

His body dragged across the floor, his heart sinking to his stomach, that magazine on his phone brought nothing but dread for these past hours, he couldn’t even bear to look at the comments, no one came by thankfully but even Baki was hiding under the table like a potato sack. 

Earlier when Chuuya found him massaging himself on a pile of daises Chuuya had to pull him away. Baki even seemed so excited to see him but now was growling. Does he stink? Is someone outside?? Wait no that has to be it! Baki wouldn’t just act like that for no reason? Wait what if it’s Ane-San!!

 A smile creeped on Chuuya’s face as he quickly rushed to the door.

 It was dark making it hard to pick out anything from the clear doors but when he opened one of the blinds he was met with violet eyes……..

What, WHAT THE FUCK!? Chuuya’s hand instinctively went to grab his phone quickly before the lights of the flower shop started flickering on and off to complete pitch black. 

The chime of the door opening followed by footsteps made Chuuya quickly try to grab something only to crash into a vase of flowers.

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THUD!!?!

“Chuuya.” A man said with a chilling smile on his face when the street light hit his face.

“STAY AWAY!? WHO ARE YOU!?! GET OUT OF MY SHOP!” The taste of metallic hit Chuuya’s tongue as his nose stung. Glass dug into his skin as Baki’s growling intensified by the minute.

“WAIT!? Baki NO! Get out of here!” Chuuya’s body crashed into where Baki was underneath the table only for the sound of Baki crying to enter his ears.

“BAKI!!!?!!!” Chuuya’s voice screamed, turning echoing into sobs when the heel of the shoe of  dug into his leg.

“A helpless florist, how intriguing.”

“Wait, WAIT! NO—!!PLEASE STOP!!!??”

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They told Kouyou he should be here but that doesn’t matter, they could be lying. It was only 9pm, he should still be in there. 

Even just the passing seconds made Kouyou’s heart ache. 

They haven’t seen each other in a while, he can’t get hurt, kouyou won’t let him. They are family and will always be. She never wanted her little brother to see through the flaws of her work and not even be part of it; that's why she never bothered. 

To have Dazai Osamu drag her brother into the high stakes of a situation was terrifying. Who even cares anymore if Chuuya is in love with the man? Just bring Chuuya back, just give one last chance to see him smile and reassure her that he is fine, paint flowers, tell stupid stories of nonsense, stare at the stars. 

And to hug each other—

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“No…….No!!?……..NO?!?!!!!!”

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“What’s your favorite flower Ane-San? Mine are red camellias. They are very beautiful and smell wonderful, you know? Some day I want to build my own shop and sell the best flowers ever!”

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Blood, no it was everywhere. It made a trail right to Kouyou’s heels.

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“That’s silly Chuuya you know that won’t ever happen right?”

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“Anything can happen if you dream big, Ane-San ! I won’t ever let anyone destroy it, I want it to be a place where we can have peace.”

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“I love you Ane-San, don’t forget that okay? It’ll make me really sad.”

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Chuuya was nowhere to be seen, just pieces of glass with flowers thrown throughout the floor. 

Red camellias were covered in a pool of blood. It smelled of blood and dirt. 

A phone was smashed on the ground, a red one the same one Chuuya got on his 15th birthday, he still didn’t change it. 

She thought it was stupid but now it was the only source that reminded her of Chuuya.

 Tear drops fell to the ground. 

She argued over nothing and got distracted just for it to be too late.

“Chuuya?”

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“Chuuya!?”

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“CHUUYA!!??”

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