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“Who do you think you are, fucker?” Chuuya growls. His cheeks flush with red, frantically fighting the things the purring voice makes him feel, the increasing pressure on the fabrics of his trousers cracking the thin ice that can barely hide the stormy sea anymore. Boss, his older self’s words ring in his head. Boss. This was never Chuuya’s ambition, but he can not help but see how… natural? this word sounds when he looks at himself decades from now.
Boss.
Everybody knows — the one who owns the Port Mafia owns Yokohama.
And Chuuya would not mind if the man also owned him.or
22!Chuuya and 45!Chuuya get it on while Dazai watches.
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19 Aug 2025
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At nine o’clock on a random morning in April an alarm peals out on Dazai’s phone.
And it will continue to, until he finds out why he is living this same unremarkable day again and again.
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18 Aug 2025
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“Blackholes don’t only bend space. They also bend time. Is that correct, mister fancy hat?”
“…Yeah.”
“So I guess what you’re thinking about, if you’re convinced you managed to save Dazai, is that Dazai’s been sent elsewhere. Or else… when.”
Dazai Osamu, twenty-three, meets Dazai Osamu, eighteen.
Or: Chuuya is sure he saved Dazai from the blackhole that followed the creation of a singularity, except Dazai’s nowhere to be found.
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16 Aug 2025
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“Do you want to try something different?” Chuuya murmurs, spit slick lips descending to Dazai’s jaw. He pulls back, setting his gaze on Dazai’s gleaming eyes. The pretty dust of red on his cheeks is Chuuya’s ruination. Alive, he’s alive and he is Chuuya’s. Chuuya pours something sweet and cloying in his voice, leaving no room for misunderstandings. Dazai digs his fingers on the meat of Chuuya’s ass. “To help you sleep?”
“Yeah?” Dazai sways forward, seeking Chuuya’s lips. Heat on his skin and thickness poking between the crease of Chuuya’s thigh through his boxers. He nuzzles into his cheekbone, and Chuuya has to resist the urge to laugh. “Mmm… Tell me more.”
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15 Aug 2025
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In his haste to make an exit—and loathe to linger in the aftermath—Dazai has never paused to simply… look. Chuuya makes an armor out of layers and layers that leave little skin to the elements; curiosity comes as natural as breathing yet he’d never dared, but now that he’s in Dazai’s lap in torn clothes and without his coats, he studies Chuuya’s face. What he finds makes his stomach twist.
Scars in the shape of the twisting patterns of Corruption all over Chuuya’s skin.
Alternatively; the night Dazai stays with Chuuya after Corruption.
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15 Aug 2025