chuuya opening up to the flags about dazai like:
chuuya: ..so dazai told me he liked me
*silence*
chuuya: ..um hello?
albatross: sorry am i supposed to act shocked?
lippman: yeah didnt you realise like months ago?
chuuya: um???? no??
ppl need to recognise chuuyas empathy more, like this man forgave his own brother for murdering his friends that he’d seen as family bc he understood where verlaine was coming from and felt his pain
haunted by the fact verlaine said “I won’t hand him over to anyone, and I won’t let him go back to that research facility. I’ll quietly raise the child in the countryside, without him ever knowing his true self.”
Imagine if Chuuya and Dazai in the PM days had accidentally gotten themselves on wanted posters that were plastered across for all of Yokohama to see.
Wanted posters weren’t unnecessarily uncommon within the Port Mafia.
Chuuya has always admired beautiful things.
As someone who never had the luxury to live a normal childhood, where he was constantly scrounging for food in the streets and taking care of a misfit group of kids,
I find it funny that even when moris life was threatened in the cannibalism arc, verlaine as an executive still stayed in the basement and basically when “ain’t my problem”
ever think about how when dazai and chuuya were teenagers, they would probably look at other kids their age and wonder what it would be like to have a normal life? to stress about hw, getting excited about seeing ur crush at school, being nervous for an exam but –
Lippmann telling Chuuya “If any one of the six of us is ever in trouble, you remember that flag and gather under it. We’re counting on you” must have been so surreal and such an outer body experience for Chuuya.
//skk light angst
Pain. Compartmentalize. Repeat.
Experience unbearable pain until you feel as though your very limbs and flesh are falling apart, unable to be put together again. Manage to collect enough pieces of yourself again to make some sort of makeshift person,
Thinking about Dazai vs a spider and Chuuya being his hero ehehh
A scream echoes throughout the house and before Chuuya knows it he is running in the direction of the distressed noise.
I love art of chuuya in the rain w an umbrella and dazai standing there w a fucking leaf on his head like yes this is the perfect depiction of the deadliest duo
iceman: today in the /empty lobby/ u were basically standing on top of him
chuuya: wha-
doc: & last week when i was examining his wound you were so close to him u barely gave me room to work
*shocked silence from chuuya*
chuuya: did dazai set you gu-
everyone: OH MY FUCKING GOD
“Brother youre not human. Youre nothing more than a string of characters. This is what true loneliness is. No one can save you from your isolated chamber.But what if a desolate, lonely comet had another comet of the same temperature by its side? A comet that was just as lonely?”
lippman: ..are you sure? you two are always unnecessarily standing so close to eo
chuuya: huh?! what the hell are you talking about!
albatross: no /enemies/ stand that close to one another for funsies......
chuuya looks to pianoman for some help
wdym whenever skk were together in that arcade they were no longer the underworlds deadliest duo but teenagers pretending that they were living normal lives
If years later they now have those exact wanted posters in a small frame in their shared apartment, that is no one’s business to know except their own.
However, two teenage boys happened to break this rule.
“/Hah?!/ That looks /nothing/ like me or my hair, it looks like some sewer rat!”
“Exactly my point, it is accurate!”
Two teenage boys who happened to also be the most dangerous duo in the underworld.
Usually it was low level grunts who had the misfortune of having an unflattering photo of themselves plastered across the city, all for the citizens to walk past and be wary of.
“Chuu–.. Chuuya, Chuuya! What do you mean by that? Is the slug finally admitting his undying love for me?!” The bandaged man runs after his partner, a lightness dancing in his heart.
“Shut. Up!”
“You’re just a sweet little thing aren't you?” The elderly woman coos, “you could possibly never look that menacing!” She fondly says, pinching his cheeks.
A giggle bursts out behind him, the gross (heavenly) noise reverberates in Chuuya’s brain, a
With this, it was of utmost importance that high level mafia personnels remain anonymous to ensure that they never get recognised by the public.
“I think they really captured your angry, chibi face and ugly red hair well, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, a charm that says /stay ten feet away from this man unless you want to catch a disease./”
Both boys yell at each other on a busy street in the city, screaming obscenities and accusations of their appearance to one another only growing louder and louder by the minute.
“Fuck off! Yours looks like you don’t have basic hygiene and haven’t even showered in days– oh wait, that’s actually /true!/”
“Hmph, I’d say the rough look they’ve given me gives me charm.”
Chuuya at twenty-two has learnt to appreciate and recognise wealth and beauty.
The first time Chuuya saw a sunrise at the age of eight, when he had escaped from his hellish nightmare in the lab, he cried whilst clutching onto his teddy bear.
“And what about me?~” Dazai muses, a splitting grin on his face knowing he has won.
The woman steps closer to investigate the poster, her eyebrows narrowing in question before they rise on her forehead and she turns pale. “Oh.. oh yes that does look like you. How strange..”