Chapter Text
One stupid comment that's all it took for it to start a reaction for those two to get married and it was Dazai of all people who told them they Act like a married couple,Paul Verlaine and Kuoyou Ozaki two people who outright hate Dazai, choose to get married and in the end it was all for Chuuya's sanity.
How did this happen you may ask let me explain
It was one normal day in the port mafia Dazai wanted to cuddle with Chuuya after a long day of torturing people but of course he couldn't since chuuya's self claimed "older sibling figures"we're arguing who was the better sibling to him get that neither of them were Going to listen too reason,But of course they were arguing and Chuuya was losing his mind.
Verlaine leans against the wall, arms crossed, expression cool and sharp.
"I am objectively the better sibling figure. I actually understand Chuuya's origin, his power, and the burden that comes with it."
Kouyou sets her teacup down with deliberate grace. Click.
"And yet, you abandoned him."
A pause.
Verlaine's jaw tightens. "That is—irrelevant."
"Is it?" Kōyō smiles, thin and dangerous. "Because from where I stand, a sibling figure does not vanish when things become inconvenient."
"I did not vanish," Verlaine snaps. "Circumstances—"
"—forced you to leave," Kōyō finishes smoothly. "A convenient excuse. Meanwhile, I stayed. I guided him. Taught him discipline, loyalty, and restraint."
"Restraint?" Verlaine scoffs. "You handed a living weapon to the Port Mafia and called it protection."
"And you," Kōyō counters, eyes flashing, "treated him like a tragic experiment that only you could understand."
The air sharpens. Chuuya, across the room, rubs his temples.
"I didn't ask for this," he mutters.
Neither of them listen.
"I know what he is," Verlaine says quietly. "What he was made to be."
"And I know who he chose to become," Kōyō replies just as softly.
The tension hums—dangerous, personal, old.
From the couch, Dazai finally looks up from whatever morally questionable thing he's doing on his phone.
"...Wow," he says cheerfully. "You two realize you sound like a married couple fighting over custody, right?"
Silence.
Verlaine stares at him. "Excuse me?"
Kōyō's smile freezes. "That is an inappropriate comparison."
Dazai shrugs. "You're arguing about who understands him better, who stayed, who failed, and who loves him correctly. All that's missing is divorce papers."
Chuuya's face goes red.
"SHUT UP, DAZAI!"
Dazai grins. "See? Even the kid hates it. Classic."
Verlaine exhales sharply, looking away.
Kōyō lifts her cup again, utterly composed.
"...We are not married," she says.
"Yet," Dazai hums.
Chuuya seriously considers using Corruption.