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soukoku dance (insp by episode 507)
#soukoku#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#dazai#chuuya#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#bsd fanart#my art#bungou gay dogs#yes basically i watched the dazai and sigma dance scene and i what if dazai and vampire chuuya danceded#after dazai finishes bullying chuuya (first pic) he no longer humans him back to normal (second pic)#and then they look at each other like in the movie#bungou stray dogs spoilers#also chuuya is wearing a crop top#idk if he was actually wearing a crop top in the 7 seconds he was on screen i didnt check#oh yes also click for BIG very BIG resolution
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↻ WEARING HIS CLOTHES ?!
pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fyodor x reader
warnings. none, fluff \(//∇//)\
a/n. purely masu rambles! no fixed scenarios rlly, just abt how they’d be if u wore their clothes °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° it’s been so long since i’ve made an actual post, so enjoy!!
dazai —
i think dazai would audibly wail if he saw you in any item of his clothing,, honestly
he actively encourages you to steal and wear his things! he thinks it’s adorable <33
his trench coat? there’s enough room for two! his shirt? might be a little big, but take it! steal whatever you want, raid his closet for all he cares
one of his favourite sights is you in nothing but his shirt and an apron, making breakfast for him on a weekend. if god exists, then you’re definitely an angel sent from him
another of his favourite things is sharing his coat on a cold day,, oh, whats that? you forgot your coat and it’s freezing outside? no worries, love! just share his! theres enough room for the two of you and it’s perfectly cozy!!
i don’t think he’d wear your clothes, he prefers seeing you in his! if you really wanted him to, well who is he to say no? he’ll wear any warm hoodies and jumpers you have, maybe a fuzzy pair of socks too (ﾉ∀`♥)
i feel like he’s the type to purposely leave out his clothes and spy on you trying them on, then jumping out and surprising you! (ofc he’ll tease you about it, it’s dazai we’re talking about)
as much as he finds it cute, he also finds it hot,,
(idk what you were expecting :3)
just something about seeing you go about your day in his clothes, he’ll just sit back and watch you, an unreadable expression on his face ..
your wearing his clothes, it’s like he’s always with you, like your showing off you’re his.. <3
possessive dazai might make an appearance when u wear his clothes!! u just have to push the right buttons .. :b
chuuya —
FLUSTERED™ !!
he won’t know what to do with himself— quite literally. u’d probably just be staring at him questioningly, wondering why ur bf is bright red and can’t look you in the eye
“you’re.. you’re in my shirt, babe..”
“oh! yeah, sorry about that! there was nothing else to put on, you can have it back if you want :))”
as if he’s letting you take it off.
like dazai, he thinks you in his clothes is absolutely adorable, and he isn’t afraid to show it!
he’ll offer you his gloves when he notices your hands are cold, he let you under your coat if your shivering, he’ll tell you to wear his choker (cause it’s hot—) and so on!!
i think his favourite for you to wear is probably his gloves, or a pair of his gloves. it’s sentimental to him, it’s almost like you’re always holding hands (chuuya once chance please.)
he’ll definitely wear your clothes! it’ll definitely fluster you a fair few times, seeing him walk around in your light pink crop top—
“chuuyaaa, where did you put my— what the fuck.”
“what? why’re you makin’ that face..”
“you look— you’re. you are in my crop top, chuuya.”
“huh? oh, yeah. do you want it back or something?”
“NO!”
^^ something like that definitely occured, i don’t make the rules !!
i don’t know if this counts, but he’ll buy you both designer (he’s rich af, what did you expect?) matching accessories <33
cute matching gloves, fuzzy socks, shiny necklaces and chokers, hell— he’d probably by those cringy t-shirts that say ‘his’ and ‘hers’ and em’ ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ (he’d still make it hot.)
chuuya will always make you wear something of his when your both out, it reminds you both that ur always together <33
fyodor —
ah, fyodor, the buzzkill—
i’m jk !! a little bit
anyways. i don’t think fyodor really sees the point in wearing each others clothes, you both have your own, but he’ll still let you (it kinda grows on him tbh, fuels his possessiveness.)
it probably started when he left his hat laying around somewhere accidentally, and you stumbled across it while pondering around
of course, you had to try it on, how would he ever know!
except he walked through the door a second later and found you doing impressions of him in the mirror— mortifying, if i say so myself !!
since then, he’s been keen to indulge you in your cute want to wear his things.
he’ll say he doesn’t have a favourite thing to see you in, but he has small (read: very large) love of you wearing his coat/cape thingy (what is it someone please tell me.)
just the sight of you all bundled up in it, visibly happy, cozy and warm, really makes something creep up in his chest. he doesn’t know what, but it’s pushing it way into his heart and his only instinct is to pull you close to him and hold you
(another edition of bsd men that can’t admit they’re in love, pt1: chuuya, pt2: fyodor!)
he won’t wear your clothes, sorry guys :( he doesn’t see the point, if you ask him too, he’ll just say “no thank you, i’d rather not.”
but as i’ve said, he’s more then happy to let you wear his things! as long as he doesn’t need them in the moment, you can take them.
he will tease you about it, by the way! you aren’t getting off that easily! he’ll say things like “aw, dear. do you love me that much?” or “oh? you want to wear my clothes, love? how sweet..”
but all in all, fyodor doesn’t really understand why you want wear his things, but he’ll let you regardless, because he loves you <33
#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ sincerely me ‹𝟹#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd x reader#bsd fluff#dazai osamu#dazai x reader#dazai fluff#chuuya nakahara#chuuya x reader#chuuya fluff#fyodor dostoyevsky#fyodor x reader#fyodor fluff
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Tell us more about Chuuyas and Dazai's mirroring their clothes
Just as u did with Oda , it was great to read !
Oh this is pretty simple honestly.
This is just a me thing. I feel like the fact that both Dazai and Chuuya wear a white shirt is important here (i'll bring up this point later). But they are both children here and white is often associated with innocence and children.
Then we have stormbringer where both Dazai and Chuuya are very understated. Dazai is still in a similar if somewhat darker mindset than he was in 15 and all that changes is that he seems to carry around that coat more (becomes crueler/more calculating). There is a disconnect between him and Chuuya at this point. Also Chuuya dresses as an average mafia grunt except he adds his own flair like the choker and the sunglasses. Chuuya is not falling into the mafia's yet, he still wants to leave but he is also trying to blend in and figure out his place. Dazai too is seemingly loyal to the mafia but is he really? Cause he did pick Chuuya over the city. Once again they match almost perfectly in a black or white theme here with both of them wearing a white shirt.
Then there is dragon head. At this point Dazai has started to incorporate Mori's influence reflected through the jacket under his coat. There is a growing amount of black on him. Chuuya too is now viewing the mafia as his home and has made peace with the fact that he isn't leaving. There is more black on him too but he has red as well, Chuuya has figured out his place and his personal set of morals and how to fit them with the mafia. This is also when they have their first genuine conflict.
Moving on to dark era Dazai's clothes seem to be more fitted on him and mimic Mori's own with a lot more black and only a sliver of white. The only thing that doesn't fit is the coat. Chuuya simultaneously is more dark shades than white and his coat is also only hung on his shoulders. The red has gone from striking to subtle, potentially implying he is becoming more comfortable in the mafia. Chuuya's outfit never changes after this.
And lastly we move onto the current era. Couldn't find a proper picture where their outfits were visible next to each other so used the Bones' art. But both of them wear a bolo tie, both of them have something wrapped around their neck, their general attire is similar at a glance with a waist coat and jacket on top (Chuuya's cropped jacket under his coat). Both keep their sleeves rolled up to their elbows and much of the white is limited to their neck area.
There is also this bit about Dazai and Chuuya's attires and their relationship with touch. Dazai covers his arms with bandages and Chuuya keeps his gloves on unless he's using corruption. Now while Dazai has a lot more lighter shades in his outfit they are covered by a few darks and a lot of tans. Chuuya on the other never went fully black, sticking to very dark shades of red mixed in with some black instead. Also their blacks are flipped, Dazai had a darkness in him, Chuuya was forced to take on the darkness. (Neither is an irredeemable monster).
Now moving onto why I think the white shirts are important.
Dazai in the beast universe has a prominent splash of red on his almost all black attire. He still has the white on him cause his ultimate goal is good but that's it, he has fully taken over as the boss. Chuuya mimics him by switching out the white shirt for a red one post beast universe's dhc. Chuuya has lost all the white on him.
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ontnffg Half of it is me being like. Girl youre like me bro. Lkfkriterally projection. Ok
So heres some options:
Chuuya transitions while with the Sheep, that funky gang of gender kiddos. He'd be accepted at least in that way.
Chuuya transitions after joining the mafia. A swift departure from canon but could be fun to think about if you're ready to fudge with BSD.
Alt timeline where chuuya wanted to be a Boy since a little kid and N just decided "that works" when faking his death and creating a new identity for him. This implies that N is not transphobic no he is anyways bc N has no redeeming qualities </3 Chuuya's just legally a male now.
Lets talk about timeline 2 ok.
Chuuya had the title of "King of Sheep" back when He was still a She. He always had his hair cropped short to make his gender relatively unknown.
Brief encounter during Fifteen, Dazai's like "huh your actually a girl? Thats not very King of Sheep of you" and Chuuya kicks him again
Getting assigned to Kouyou meant that fashion was Important. Kouyou tried to encourage dress in very pretty feminine clothes like she did with Kyouka, after a lot of kicking and screaming she let him have his way with clothes of his choosing but only if it was very expensive and fit.
Generic teen skk fic set up, daz and chuu needed to attend this extremely fancy gala type event, and chuuya's stuck wearing a dress. Till Dazai's master psychoanalysis skill kicks in and he's like 'i gotchu bro' leads chuuya to his closet of identical looking generic black suits. They're a little big for chuuya but he was happy, AND Dazai got a swell view of chuuya in his clothes so it was a win-win.
I think Kouyou was the first one to start referring to him like a "boy" (she knows whats up with the transfemme swag) Dazai also started going like. " dude" "bro" "man" you know, guy terms. And the Flags were the firat people he was like, asking if they could use different pronouns, and Lippman called him a "he" and that zinged something in his brain.
After he came out, Mori changed his bribe "If you get to executive, i'll get you your top surgery" Mori was gonna pay for his surgery anyways. Happened sometime after Dark Era around 20ish
He did get started on T like as soon as the Boss found out. Mori might be a bad person but he's the trans rights president!! ^v^
Chuuya got kinda lucky being naturally flat but during some low points you Know my bro was still up in the unsafe binding business. At least until Dazai found out where his missing bandage rolls started going and Kouyou and him staged an intervention.
He messed up his ribs pretty bad a couple of times
Chuuya's never conformed to the gender binaries by default. but once he got out of his "i need to fit in" mindset, presenting "traditionally masculine" stopped being the biggest concern. So now lets himself have *fun* with his hair and clothes.
Poor guy is still really insecure. Low key always in a state of worried about his looks. Like Yes he may seem confident in his gender but bro still got the Thoughts plauging him. Dysphoria king 😔
When he reunited with Dazai in the dungeon, he was subtly going like. "Heeeyy. Hey notice anything different about me?? :3" and Dazai annoyingly misses "nope same old chuuya as he's always been"
Dazai does recognize that chuuya was trying to show off that he finished transitioning. Right b4 leaving (and the rich girl impression) he surpise attacks with a good ol "yeah lol jk. Congrats on the transition btw you're looking very handsome these days" bonus points if there's an unxpected behind hug.
Chuuya and Daz get together sometime after s3. Dazai become a borderline annoying cheerleader whenever chuuya takes off his shirt
Okay. Have fun with that
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BSD Genderswap universe hc for the Port Mafia
- The organisations are really tight Knitted; the PM goes to rave once a year in order to relax. Here’s how it usually goes:
Chuuya would force Akutagawa to dress up for the party.
Their outfits:
- Akutagawa would wear a blank singlet, black frilly skirt, tights and B&W stripped detached sleeves. (imagine misa from death note) She feels utterly embarassed and cold most of the time
- Chuuya probably wears a skimpy top that’s self tied. She has a ton of faith on the top that it wouldn’t fall off. I imagine her with a large cowboy hat and her hair is let down (I think she has long hair down to her butt but in her normal PM outfit, her hair is styled in front of her chest like male Chuuya and it somehow looks shorter)
- Kōyō wore a black turtle neck and black pants. Classic man. He doesn’t party but he watches over the younger ones
- Higuchi wears a red ripped sleeveless crop top, black ripped jeans and tons of metal chains/accessories. He has a black lip and earrings. He still wears his normal sunglasses on his head and his fringe is pulled back
- Gin wears a black T shirt and ripped blue jeans. Super casual. (At the end of the night, a drunk Higuchi would be clinging onto Gin and tearing off his shirt sleeves and shouting at him to take risks)
- Tachihara wears a tight sleeveless crop top and baggy jeans. She also has glow in the dark bracelets for some reasons. Her hair is in those bubble ponytails but they would come undone by the end of the night. Tachihara, Gin and Higuchi did each other nails. Tachihara has green nails, Gin has blue nails and a higuchi has red nails.
The 6 of them would attend a festival with a myriad of stalls then party and drink all night. They would end their night with a dance party where they rent a studio with a dance machine. Chuuya and Higuchi were monsters on the dancefloor. Rumour has it, that the duo who holds the dance high score were two VERY well known mafia women (ahem fem skk) and ever since Dazai left, Chuuya has never been able to find an adequate partner. Higuchi was the best choice.
Every member will get the spotlight at least once to show off their moves and pick a song:
Deli by Ice Spice (he drunkenly chose this and went with it) : Higuchi can somehow breakdance and spin on his head
Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me by Tata Young : Chuuya twirls in the air like a helicopter and bends her body like a straw. Bonus, she dances so sensually that Kōyō had to pry her off the dance floor before she starts stripping
I’m sexy and I know it (Tachihara found the song funny) : Tachihara just screams instead of dancing properly because she’s drunk
Some random upbeat song : Gin does some simple subtle swaying and moves
Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson : Akutagawa cannot dance. She usually escapes this portion but this year, she HAS to do a dance and she felt like breaking down as all eyes were on her. But then, she remembered that she learnt something from that stupid weretiger.
Yes, that idiotic selfish weretiger taught her something.
The art of shuffling.
Atsushi cannot dance but she’s a pretty good shuffler and the shuffler bug infected Akutagawa. She was naturally amazing at shuffling which shocked all of them
They would pass out for the rest of the morning until Mori finds them and wakes them up. Sometimes before Chuuya passes out, she’ll drunk dial Dazai to buy her Starbucks in the morning. Dazai always remembers her order.
Dazai did join the PM rave parties. In fact, she was the lone high scorer for any individual dances. As an executive and one of—if not is—the most revered woman in the mafia, she has loads of niche skills to impress her targets. One of it, was her dancing. She can learn the rhythm and dance of any tune in one siting and her hand leg coordination is skilful.
The next morning, all of them showed up with black sunglasses and mismatched socks.
Lmk if y’all want me to draw their rave outfits hehe🤫
#bungou stray dogs#fem chuuya#fem dazai#port mafia#bungou stray dogs genderswap#bsd genderbend#fem tachihara#higuchi ichiyo#fem akutagawa#fem skk
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Ummm do you have any ocs? And which ones are your favorites?
i have hundreds of ocs. i couldn't possibly pick a singular favourite, there's too many lol, but at the moment i'm particularly fond of this slut ⬇️
this is Allen Cypher. he's an underground fighter, and the legal guardian of his little sister (who has superpowers). he is a sarcastic, dry-humoured, bisexual, crop-top wearing, piercing-addicted, mommy AND daddy issues having, peggable whore. and i love him to bits.
also this image of him doesn't have colour except for the eyes and blood- he's got very pale skin and red hair. yes he looks similar to chuuya. no it wasn't intentional.
tagging @small-chaos because she's a thirsty allen stan LMAOO GET EXPOSED BESTIE
#dia's discourse#thoughts: anon#also for those wondering#he IS taller than chuuya#not like freakishly tall. but tall#about 5'9 or 5'10
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The Disastrous Meeting
(A/N: sorry. I know this is bad I kinda have writter's block right now, but I really wanted to write someting. It's longer than I originally planned (I feel like most of my stories are longer than I plan for them to be lol) and I'll probbaly edit this later. Also I didn't mean to make Kunikida such a bad guy in this one but oh well.)
under the cut due to length (3635 words)
I haven’t slept the entire night but I stay laying awake in bed even after my alarm rings. I’m so so so tired yet I can’t fall asleep, not without my Chuuya. The bed is too cold without his warm embrace.
Finally when I grow too restless I walk to the kitchen, but Chuuya isn’t here making breakfast so I decide to forego eating. My stomach is too sensitive to anything besides Chuuya’s cooking and crab, and I’m out of crab so . . .
But knowing he would want me to eat, I look in the fridge and see that there’s some month old vegetables. Chuuya must have left them. They look okay but not worth the effort.
I shut the fridge and feel myself shivering.
When I put on my work clothing I throw one of Chuuya’s jumpers on before putting on my signature tan trench coat. It isn’t very warm, but it’s something, and it smells like him.
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When I arrive at the office everyone stares at me.
“What are you wearing?” Kunikida’s voice is devoid of emotion but he’s clearly in shock. Oh god, I think I’ve broken him, but why?
I look down, to my surprise the jumper I wear is at least 12 or so centimetres too short for me, like some sort of crop top, despite being loose. I can’t believe I didn’t think about how Chuuya’s height difference might make it hard for me to wear his clothes, probably because he’s usually here to wear mine. I’m not exactly embarrassed, (I know I look good in cropped things) just startled, and through the waves of emotions that crash over me (love, longing) I struggle to hide it.
“What, oh this? The girl I was with last night left it, I was planning on returning it, of course, I’m no thief Kunikida-kun, but not before I’d properly washed it, so I figured, why not wear it first, eh?”
Kunikida just raises an eyebrow, “And that thing on your neck, did she leave that too, or did you just forget to take it off, because I will not tolerate such unprofessional things in this office.” His voice is stern.
“Whatever do you mean, Kunikida-kun?” I make it sound teasing but I genuinely have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Do not make me spell it out for you Dazai. You know very well what I am referring to.”
I really don’t, but I have a reputation so I say nothing and continue onto my desk. Just as I sit down something chokes me. I gag pathetically.
“Dazai-san, this is more than inappropriate for work, think of Kenji and Kyoka. What if we have a case that deals with children? Do you care nothing for the reputation of this agency?”
“Kunikida-kun I really didn’t take you for the type interested in choking people.” I wheeze, feeling around my collar to loosen the blond’s grip but I find no hands there, they’re higher up, grabbing onto . . . a choker.
Oh.
It’s one of Chuuya’s, a casual one, not the subtle black one he wears for work (he took that one with him), no this one is joined together by metal rings in the front and back. Kunikida must have thought it was some kind of toy. That man really has no idea about some things, does he?
“Are you going to take it off, or do I have to.”
“You know how weird that sounds out of context.” I continue to tease him, fighting internal panic at the potential discovery of our relationship, while easily wriggling myself free.
I take the choker off, shrugging as if it was a prank all along and throwing it into my work bag. I certainly won’t let Kunikida touch something belonging to my Chuuya.
I can cover this up easily. I laugh, exaggerating the action, pushing my cartoonish persona. “Ah, you’re still so gullible Kunikida-kun! This isn’t what you think it is, you can buy one of these at any pet shop, did you know that.”
“No, actually, I did not.” he looks intrigued, and pulls out his trusty notebook, probably thinking that women like animals and trying to learn what animals like to impress his mystery woman. Yes, he should be marrying her in less than a year or so.
“Yes, they’re called double lead bearing collars and are considered the most effective by trainers in controlling dogs with aggressive behaviour. I was wearing it wrong, both rings are supposed to go around the side of the dog's neck, not the front and back. Then you attach the special double leash and the dog won’t be able to pull you as you walk it.”
“Hmm, most intriguing. He lifts his pen and shuts the book.
I nod, giving just the right amount of pause. “Yes, I agree, it would indeed be intriguing, if such a thing existed, that is. As of now, it does not, what a shame, don’t you think Kunikida-kun?”
I don’t look up but I can hear the sound of a pen shattering and the spring flying off somewhere to be found by one of the unlucky agency clerks.
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When the day ends everyone disperses to do the things that normal individuals do after office hours. I have nothing else to do and I feel empty but filled with lead at the same time, the lead being my longing for Chuuya.
As I walk home a chilly spring breeze starts up and I shiver, my body becoming even more numb with the cold temperature, but it’s as if I’m freezing from the inside out.
I pass Chuuya’s favourite wine shop and it crosses my mind to get him a gift but then I remember there’s still another two full weeks until he comes home.
When I arrive home I fall into bed and stare up at the ceiling.
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When the sun rises I return, from my listless staring, to reality.
Upon this re-entering into reality I notice several things.
It’s cold, (I know it can’t be because of the air con because none has been turned on since Chuuya left), so more accurately, I’m cold, really cold.
My head, back and throat ache.
When I try to stand up, a wave of dizziness assaults me, I fall back down.
I don’t need Ultra Deduction to know that I’ve fallen ill, or at the very least coming down with something.
I swallow, it hurts, tears prickle in my eyes. Not because of the aches and pains so much as the fact that my loving husband isn’t here to care for me. Normally I would tell him I’m not feeling well and he would take my temperature and make me tea and maybe draw me a warm bath and wash my hair. And since I fall ill so rarely he would take the day off to work from home and we would spend the day together.
I lay back down and assess the situation. We have no medicine, well we do but it’s locked in a safe that only Chuuya knows the entry code to, and knowing Chuuya he didn’t just make it my birthday or something dumb like that. He told me he used a random number generator. And he neve lets me watch him opening it. And he says he doesn’t worry about me. Ha!
I could of course buy some more medicine but I don’t even feel like moving.
Now, I’m alone with no medicine and nothing to do and I can’t even stand the thought of being here in this lonely empty place all day. My head spins and aches and I feel like I’m being weighed down by dumbbells.
So, I decide to do something drastic, I decide to go to work.
Maybe I can convince Atsushi or Kenji to buy me some soup. Maybe Yosano will give me something, just to make the pain stop.
Reluctant to leave but reluctant to stay, I bundle up and head out.
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“Oh, Dazai, it’s you, it’s about time you showed u- ugh!” Kunikida looks me up and down, giving a disgusted grimace. I’m a bit shocked, it's rare to see him this hostile, I mean sure he won’t hesitate to knock my lights out, but this is a different kind of hostility. At least I think so, I can’t really think at all with the fog filling up my head.
“Finally ran out of clothes from jumping in that damned river, did you? Ever heard of a washing machine, a dryer perhaps? Wonderful inventions, truly. You ought to use at least one before you think about coming to work dressed like some crackpot wandering the Tescos car park at some ungodly hour of the night”
(A/N: I just realised after proof-reading this that Kunikida sounds so BrItIsH here, sorry!)
I look at my outfit in the reflection of Kunikida’s desktop, paying more attention now than when I put it on. It consists of an old Holiday jumper, striped pyjama bottoms, a blue woolly hat and Chuuya’s UGS. (Which are a little big on me because I have smaller feet than him, despite my greater height.)
“Ah, forgive the outfit, I haven’t been feeling very myself this morning, I think I have a cold.”
Atsyshi looks legitimately worried at my sincere tone but I see the scepticism behind it.
Kunikida scoffs, “And you came into work? If you were really sick, you would’ve just skipped like usual. You don’t need to put this much effort into faking illness, we aren’t going to believe you anyway, especially because it’s a dead giveaway that you aren’t sick since you put so much effort into this ruse. If you don’t intend on doing any work you should just leave, we don’t have time for this, but since you're here, please get to work.”
His reaction confuses me, I may have lied about other things, but I’ve never lied about being ill. The blond’s face tells me not to argue, but I really just need some medication, surely Yosano won’t mind that.
“I assure you, I am not faking, all I ask is some headache medication from Yosano.”
(A/N: Poor Dazai never sounds sincere even when he is)
The doctor frowns. “Why? So you can try and off yourself again? Uh, no! Just go jump off the roof if you’re that desperate.”
“Exactly, we are not going to hand you means to commit suicide in this office, now please do your work.”
I want to ask him why I would commit suicide when my beloved Chuuya hasn’t come back yet. I don’t want him to find my body when he returns, that would be terrible. But my throat is too dry to form the question and Kunikida looks like he’s going to explode.
I don’t have the energy to argue so I just go to my desk. I can’t take the boredom so, through the haze in my brain, I try to figure out what to do. Suddenly I don’t really remember how I got here but I feel cold, really cold. Kunikida said something about what I usually do, but I can’t remember what it was. Well, what do people usually do at work? Ah, of course, they work!
I open the laptop on my desk, watching a little mystified as my fingers key in the passcode from muscle memory. Quickly, I begin the paperwork, filling in details of cases as they pop into my foggy brain, my fingers blur as I type, for some reason it feels like I have to get this done as fast as possible but I don't really know why. My thoughts blur together in my head, melting into goo and running into each other.
After an hour or so I feel my eyes closing. Well, no, that’s not right. I can feel that they’re wide open, but my field of view is closing, black eats away like I’m looking at a photo that’s being burnt from the edges and the fire is eating its way towards the centre.
I blink but it doesn’t stop, fear creeps in, colouring the gooey thoughts dark and violent shades.
I let my head slump against the wooden desk, or maybe it just falls of its own accord, I can’t tell.
There’s loud thumping and a shadow falls over me.
“Dazai, this is your desk not a bed, you can’t just fall asleep. And stop making such a racket, you needn’t hit your keys quite so loudly.” Kunikida scolds.
“I don’t feel good.” is all I manage to say.
“You’re clearly feeling well enough to annoy us with your intense typing.”
“But, Kunikida-kun, I'm not faking. I just need some headache medication.” My voice cracks.
If he notices the crack he doesn't show it. “You don’t look ill, you could’ve at least tried to cover up your lies, now stop being such a pest.”
“My head hurts, I feel sick.”
“Oh, come off it, you brat! We really don’t have time for this, we have something important to do.”
“You can take my temperature!” My voice comes out, pathetic pleading sound.
“I will do no such thing, now get changed, we have a meeting to attend. And it’s with the Port Mafia, so get your act together. We cannot afford to appear weak.”
“I-”
“Go!” Kunikida’s yell cuts me with its hard edges and leaves my ears ringing, as he tosses a stack of clothes at me.
—
In the restroom I start to change into the things Kunikida gave me. It appears to be some type of suit.
As soon as I remove my jumper, a chill crawls over my skin. I put on the other set of clothes as quickly as I can with my vision spinning and dipping in and out like this. I start to style my hair in preparation for seeing Chuuya, (A/N: think of the Dead Apple hairstyle, cuz I couldn’t find the name) but then I remember that he won’t be there, and the emptiness hits me all over again.
I feel myself slipping down to the floor (ceiling?) as the room twists and bends, and just barely catch myself on the counter. Finally a splash of ice water on my face restores my vision, leaving nausea and an even worse headache in its place.
I stumble clumsily out of the restroom but no one notices.
“Ah finally! Hurry up, you lazy bum, we have to be there in 30 minutes and pick up Ranpo from a mission on the way, you know traffic is a nightmare this time of day. Oh, wait, you can’t even drive. Useless, honestly.”
Positively desperate, I try one last time, “Do I have to go, I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Dazai, quiet yourself and get in the car right now.”
My entire body deflates like a balloon at the dismissal but I manage to drag myself along.
—
I open my eyes slowly as someone shakes me awake.
“We’re here Dazai-san.” It’s Kenji, his sweet smile has none of Kunikida’s malice.
“Thank you Kenji.” my voice is a croak. After a second of hesitation, I ask, “Do I look alright?”
“You look very handsome in that suit Dazai-san. Very respectable.”
“Ah, thanks.”
“No problem.” He skips a head, still cheery despite the imposing nature of the Port Mafia campus.
I lean heavily on the car and sigh as I look up at the big buildings.
Chuuya’s Perspective
It turns out I didn’t need nearly so long to finishe the mission. But I arrive home from Hong Kong in the middle of the morning so I don’t bother going home. I stash my luggage in my office and prepare for the meeting.
We’re having a meeting with the A.D.A today and Osamu will be tehre. I can’t wait to see hi. Part of me is also afraid. I did everything I could but I know he doesn’t care for himself when I’m gone. WHat if he’s lost weight or cut himself or . . .
I take a breath and don’t allow myself to dwell, I’ll be seeing him in a hour anyways.
—
We get into the conference room before the A.D.A arrives.
–
The president walks in first, I catch Mori’s soft smile before the coll, aloof demeanour covers it again. Next is the doctor, she winks and gives me a thumbs up, a thanks for the wine I gave her. Then is the child genius, then the tiger, who looks like he’s going to pee himself, then Kenji. I actually like Kenji, he says “Hey Executive Cool-hat-san!” I have to smile. Next is Kyouka, Kouyou looks longingly at her, like a mother missing her daughter. Where is Osamu???
Last Glasses man comes in and behind him Osamu strolls casually in, and takes his seat. To the untrained eyes his expression is similar to Mori’s, cool, aloof. To me he looks beautiful as usual, but sick. And he hasn’t noticed me yet. Probably because he’s so focused on his facade.This is him actually trying to appear bored and uninterested.
I clear my throat.
He sees me.
He slips.
Just a little, barely a centimetre.
But I know, I can see.
His eyes widen in surprise and they’re alight, a sliver of sparkle in the corner, a glassy reflection indicating fever. I watch his shoulders sag, almost invisible, in relife. His skin is a few shades paler, and he plays off a shiver as an adjustment of his shoulders.
Damn it!
I knew this would happen. Whenever I’m gone he hardly eats or sleeps (as if he eats or sleeps much when I am here).
He looks awful, how has no one noticed? I have to get him out of here, but how, it’s such a small room with so few people I can’t exactly slip him out the backdoor.
He looks at me, his eyes begging me for comfort.
I look at him telling him, with my eyes, to ask the president if he can leave or something. He shakes his head.
Oh fuck this!
If they’re letting them suffer then, I’m going to make a scene, so help me god.
“Which one of you is responsible for this?” I stand up and point to my husband
People move aside in shock.
“Whatever do you mean, Chuuya-san? You knew that your Partner would be here, did you not.” Mori speaks quietly, calmly, sweetly. He can tell Osamu is ill, just as I can and has decided to make my job easier. He may be an ass but he’s a good boss.
“Don’t you mean ex-partner?” Koyou raises an eyebrow at Mori, not understanding what he’s doing.
“No, I meant exactly what I said.” Mori smiles innocently, his gaze on his own husband.
“Partner?” Glasses man’s voice squeaks and his face pales as he tries to maintain composure. “In what way?” he asks, clearly forcing himself to be calmer now.
I’m still too mad to really answer him. “That doesn’t matter, how long has he been ill?”
“Ill?” Glasses man asks confused
“Yeah, can’t you idiots see!”
“I assure you, Executive Nakahara, he is perfectly fine.”
It annoys me even further not being called by my married name, though I hardly expect him to know it. I walk up to the idealist, grabbing his collar “Fine? FINE?? He—”
A weight settles against me. I look down, and catch Osamu before he slides to the floor. He’s fainted.
I look at the blond, who looks as shocked as if a pink elephant has pranced its way into the room, and rage boils in my blood rising up to the surface, just beneath my skin.
I grab his hand, with much more force than is necessary, and force it against Osamu’s forehead.
“Feel that? He has a fever. It’s so fucking obvious, how can you call yourselves detectives?”
“Oh, so he really wasn’t lying.” I hear the doctor whisper, she sounds incredulous.
“Lying?” I’m confused at first and then I get it, “HE TRIED TO TELL YOU!”
“Please calm down.” Glasses man’s voice is almost erased by fear
“NO, I DON'T THINK I WILL!”
“You must understand why we didn’t believe him.” The blond is afraid for his life, as he should be.
“I. Don’t. Care.” I make my voice quite, precise, deadly as I let go of him. He falls off balance and stumbles to the floor.
“Come on, Osmau, we’re going home.”
His eyes open a little bit, “Mnn, Chuu?” he groans, “m’ gonna be sick.”
Shit! I grab a bin and put it under his chin, and help him down to the floor, just in time. As he empties his stomach I rub his back gently, whispering sweet nothings. I can tell he’s suffering, he hates being in pain.
“It’s alright, it’s okay, Osamu, you’re gonna be okay, baby.”
I know I probably shouldn’t be letting these people know I have a softer side but at this point I couldn’t care less.
When he’s finished I hold him against me protectively and turn back to the detectives.
“Listen to me very closely.” I step closer, “He may be an annoying asshole liar but he wouldn’t lie about this. Next time, believe him, or you’ll be hearing from me.
With that I take my husband and leave the amused port mafia members and shocked detectives behind.
The mackerel is asleep before I even get to my car. I thank the gods I brought it and not my motorbike.
—
When we get inside Osamu pukes again, this is going to be a long next few days.
EPILOGUE: Author P.O.V.
It’s safe to say that the A.D.A is thoroughly shook. You could hear the yelling from the next town over.
Meanwhile the two leaders of the organisations are smiling bemused at their subordinated shenanigans, both mentally deciding what they should have for dinner since they skipped lunch for this meeting.
The fight ends when Kunikida passes out from shock after Kuoyou tells him how long soukoku has been together.
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{ ABOUT CHUUYA }
Warning: The following character biography contains HEAVY subject matter including but not limited to — emotional & physical abuse, death, murder, descriptions of graphic physical violence, exploitation, victim blaming, suicidal ideation, mental health issues, substance abuse, dehumanization, human experimentation, medical abuse & more. If any of these are a major trigger for you I heavily suggest not following this blog. HOWEVER, if you are really interested in writing with me, feel free to DM for a summarized, less upsetting recap for plotting purposes.
NAME: Nakahara Chuuya
ALIASES / NICNAMES: Kashimura Chūya { birth name }, Arahabaki; King of the Sheep, The Mafia’s’ Best Martial Artist; Twin Dark { with Dazai }, Prototype No. 258, Ability User A5158, Chibi, Chibbiko, Hat Rack, Petit Mafiaso
SPECIES: Gifted Human*
GENDER: Male
AGE: 22 { Current }, 15 { Pre-Mafia / Fifteen }, 16 { Stormbringer },
D.O.B.: April 29th, 20XX
HOMETOWN / BIRTHPLACE: Hiraizumi, Nishiiwai District, Iwate Prefecture, Tōhoku Region, Honshu, Japan
NATIONALITY: Japanese
APPEARANCE / STYLE: Chuuya is an attractive young man with a petite, yet muscular build, possessing striking gray-blue eyes that sometimes appear violet but most often are a very intense clear blue or storm cloud gray { it varies heavily on his current mood, the lighting & even what he’s wearing } & bright reddish orange hair that frames his face in layered waves that graze his cheekbones & fall to his neck, with a longer section that falls just past his left shoulder. He is rather short, only standing at about 5’3”. Typically seen in dark, lavish attire as a testament to his haughty attitude & refined taste, his usual outfit consists of: a dark top hat with a red decorative band & a thin silver chain that hangs over the brim, white button up shirts under a dark red vest or waistcoat, a black leather choker with a silver buckle that fastens at his throat, & a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, black dress slacks, a black belt hanging off his right hip & polished black dress shoes. He is almost always seen wearing black leather gloves, as these are a necessity for keeping his ability in check from an emotional standpoint. Chuuya also sports a long black coat with light-colored lining & lapels that he wears around his shoulders like a cape. The undercoat is a light shade of red.
Outside of work his outfits are typically still quite stylish except for when he is purposefully trying to blend in. With his flamboyant tastes, Chuuya has no shortage of appreciation for good clothes, jewellery & even makeup, frequently sporting dark eyeliner & foundation/concealer as well as nail polish, something he is whole heartedly unabashed about. When he was still a teenager, Chuuya lacked any sort of personal style or even taste in décor as a result of his lack of personal identity. At home on a casual night in he’ll wear nice sweaters with jeans, or t-shirts & his underwear, often foregoing his accessories such as his hat in favour of wearing his hair up in a loose ponytail.
PERSONALITY: On the surface, Chuuya is a temperamental, arrogant, rude & blunt young man. He appears to revel in fighting to an unnatural degree, is always pleased at a chance to show off his unparalleled martial arts skills & fearsome gravity-warping ability, & taking great pride in his reputation as the mafia's most formidable unarmed combatant. Taunting & prideful, as he isn't above ridiculing his opponents in the middle of a fight. As an Executive, he also has few qualms with eliminating the Port Mafia's enemies by any means necessary, including murder; however, he isn't nearly as homicidal in his tactics as other members tend to be. For as hot-headed as he may appear, Chuuya isn't completely unable to be reasoned with. In fact, he's rather reasonable when no one is pushing his buttons. While his skills & presence signal an inherent threat, he's reliable enough for Mori to assign him the task of confronting the Armed Detective Agency during the three-way conflict involving the Guild. Although it's true that he didn't hesitate to retaliate & fight back against Yosano & Miyazawa - taking pleasure in fighting against those with recognizable skill - but as soon as Fukuzawa addresses him for more info, Chuuya disengages from battle. Ruthless though he may be, Chuuya seldom takes people's lives for granted & knows the importance of compromise & rationality. He refrains from unnecessarily brutal methods when need-be, & has enough sense to know when enough is enough. He does not torture for pleasure, but only for information, & he derives no personal enjoyment from it. Notable instances include his conflict with Rimbaud. Chuuya fully intended to kill him, but heard Rimbaud's last words without malice. In fact, Rimbaud's final words for him had a deep effect on Chuuya's own outlook on life & himself. He receives Rimbaud's hat as an entry gift to the Port Mafia & takes good care of the hat as a result.
After Osamu Dazai "mercy killed" an enemy, only to repeatedly shoot & laugh unhinged at the corpse, Chuuya demanded he stop, seeing it as senseless given a corpse cannot feel. Chuuya's grudge against Sakaguchi does not stop him from acknowledging the fact he owes the man a favor, & as such refrains from antagonizing Ango until he can repay his debt. That is another notable trait of his; Chuuya hates to owe anyone his gratitude & as such makes notable effort to repay others as quickly as he can, out of a sense of obligation. Just as Chuuya took his responsibility defending Sheep's well-being from their enemies, this holds true for his loyalty & devotion to Port Mafia after joining. So as reasonable as he may be, his top priority is Port Mafia's prosperity & well-being, thus nothing will stop him from fulfilling his responsibilities as an Executive even at the cost of other's lives. Fierce in his loyalties, Chuuya finds betrayal intolerable & treats his subordinates quite well. In the past, Chuuya struggled greatly with his identity & place in humanity. His connection to Arahabaki ended in him questioning how human he truly was, worsened by not knowing the truth behind why he was freed from the government's possession in the first place.
While his strength lies in his ability, the awareness of a god's effects on him left him feeling as though he wouldn't feel worried in a fight, knowing he'd most certainly win. He attributed this to being - in his mind - inhuman, & thus unable to understand the depth of such emotions. In order to give himself a sense of restraint, he preferred kicking largely over throwing fists, never even removing his gloves. He figured if he came to a fight where he had to remove his gloves, it was because he could no longer enjoy the rush of a battle, & genuinely needed to defend himself - in other words feeling an attachment to the life he lived, even if he felt like a foreign soul in a shell, rather than a human being. This holds true to the present, as Chuuya’s only seen removing his gloves when using Corruption in dire moments. The Sheep's betrayal affected him greatly, alongside Port Mafia's direct involvement in uncovering the truth of his origins, but ultimately led to his loyalty in them. The drive for learning more about himself contributed largely to his rise in rank, much faster than anticipated. Chuuya’s ultimate downfall is his intense disdain for Dazai. The two never got along, with Chuuya instantly hating Dazai's underhanded, warped strategic personality. Dazai has always gone out of his way to dehumanize & ridicule Chuuya, constantly attacking his pride & even driving Sheep to abandon & betray him in the past. Even now, the slightest insult from Dazai will set Chuuya off on a tangent, taking full advantage of his quick temper & pride. This makes it easy to distract Chuuya from tasks at hand. Nonetheless, as part of Twin Dark's nature, Chuuya acknowledges Dazai's role as the tactician, extending minimal trust in at least knowing that Dazai knows how to effectively overcome a situation. Because of this, despite their frequent friction, Chuuya trusts Dazai despite his betrayals, & even shows concern for him when the latter was seemingly mortally wounded by Lovecraft.
While using Corruption, Chuuya undergoes a drastic change in personality, being driven completely insane as he is overwhelmed by the urge to mindlessly destroy his surroundings, which seems to cause him no small amount of pleasure. Unfortunately, Chuuya is not lucid in this state & is unable to care for his own health, rampaging even while bleeding profusely as Corruption breaks down his body. Understandably, Chuuya does not speak while using Corruption, as he is seemingly incapable of higher thought or reasoning beyond destroying everything & anything in his path
BIOGRAPHY: Once upon a time, there was a god named Arahabaki - a Japanese 'guest god' of uncertain origin who was shrouded in mystery, confusion & false history. Scholars only agreed on the fact that the deity was one of calamity, destruction, prowess & defiance. At some point, the Japanese government not only managed to discover the being, but also seal it away in a secret facility somehow. How they managed it is unknown, but they used it as part of a series of experiments using abilities & otherworldly entities together - ultimately creating artificial abilities. Arthur Rimbaud infiltrated the facility, attempting to steal Arahabaki. He failed, only removing its seal. Without the seal, Arahabaki was freed & destroyed the facility, forming the mysterious crater that would become Suribachi City. Between Illuminations' interference & the seal, Arahabaki ceased to exist as a calamitous god, now harboring its power & existence inside Chuuya. As a result of merging with the god, Chuuya lost all memory of who he was prior to the age of seven. He was aware enough of the fact he was Arahabaki, but not how or why the merge took place, or what he was doing in the facility to begin with. As a result, much of his youth was spent trying to find answers, something that would ultimately lead to him joining the Port Mafia at the age of fifteen.
But, who was he before that? Where did he come from? Well, the answer may be more complicated than one might think...
Kashimura Chuuya was born as the third of eventually six children, to a couple in a small town in Northeast Japan, with an older brother & sister before him & a sister born just after him. His father, a prominent military doctor, was elated at the birth of a pair of twins, & growing up the two were inseparable. It was quickly evident that the boy was... different. Somewhat sickly, he went through periods of lethargy followed by boundless energy for which he was medicated, although they came with side effects such as mood swings & occasional dizziness. Intelligent & well spoken by the time he was four, Chuuya was quickly declared a near-prodigy in terms of his development, quickly outpacing his siblings. He had an incredibly sweet disposition, but on his fifth birthday something... changed. The boy was incredibly unhappy at having to spend his birthday at home with family due to his sister being ill, instead of a party, & attempted to go off on his on. He was promptly punished by having his (unopened) gifts taken away for the remainder of the week, to which the boy threw the mother of all temper tantrums, the likes of which his parents had not previously witnessed. It was fine... until it wasn’t.
Suddenly, the young redhead shoved away from the chair he was sitting in & rather than hitting the floor, it proceeded to go flying into the wall. His family was, understandably, shocked & somewhat terrified, as was Chuuya. Of course the Kashimuras were aware of Abilities, but no one they knew personally had ever displayed them before. His father was quick to usher the boy away to explain what had happened to him, & also warn him NOT to use this gift under any circumstances, that abilities were dangerous & would lead to bad things happening. Chuuya’s parents grew more strict with him after this, for reasons he couldn’t understand, to the point he was spurred into rebellion by their adamant denial of his power. His twin caught him once &, jealous, threatened to tattle on him but he managed to persuade her otherwise by bribing her with candy & offering to entertain her with it when their parents weren’t home. Despite his initial fear, the child thought it was fantastic though - who wouldn’t want to have a special gift?? So he proceeded to use it in private, refusing to take the warnings seriously.
Until one day he collapsed right in the middle of school lunch while showing off to some of his friends. He was quickly rushed to the nearest hospital - the one his father worked at, coincidentally - & that was when everything turned upside down.
The now five & a half year old was subjected to a barrage of tests & exams which came to a terrible conclusion. He had a debilitating disease, which turned out to be a severely mutated form of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. It had already been developing over the course of about two years, but had rapidly mutated for unknown reasons. He had, if lucky, maybe 16 months to live. His family was devastated. While he was hospitalized, Chuuya’s parents discussed at length what they should do, with many tears & yelling matches involved. They knew modern medicine would only prolong the inevitable, maybe ease his pain, but they would still lose him eventually. His father hesitated, but eventually told his wife there might be people who can help. He contacted his former coworkers in another region of Japan & explained the situation, disclosing Chuuya’s ‘gift’ in the process. They were eager to meet.
A special division for the Ministry of Defense was working on many projects, many of which included Ability users as an aftermath of the War. But they’d also made fantastic progress with their studies that proved Ability users were far more physical strong & resilient than normal human beings, assuming their gifts were properly honed. They convinced Ken they could possibly save his son, if he would trust them. Doing so was the biggest mistake of his life.
The doctors put the sick boy through an almost literal hell. He was promptly moved away from home, his parents following after securing family that could take care of his siblings. Chuuya was put through near endless tests; brain scans, X-rays, blood drawing, invasive physical exams & constant questions. At first he was a willing participant. He didn’t want to die, & he hated seeing how terribly sad his parents were as his health continued to decline. The medicine did help, & during the brief time away from the labs. However, using his ability as part of their ‘bargain’ to be included in the experimental medicine was taking its toll on him. He was tired all the time, & sore, & scared. The medicine had horrific side effects, including artificially inducing Osteoporosis & wide spread muscle pain which they then had to treat because he couldn’t use his ability if he couldn’t even get out of bed. The treatment for that was especially foul. Mere moments after it entered his IV, he vomited, & spent the next three days writhing from the severe bone pain the treatment caused, which is nearly impossible to manage because bone pain is so hard to negate.
When he finally exited his feverish, nauseous, agony ridden state he grabbed his father’s hand & begged him to make it stop, he didn’t want anymore, just let him die. His father, wracked with guilt, & realizing this was no life for a child, asked if there were other options, end of life treatment, he couldn’t stand to see his little boy suffer so much. He came to the chilling realization he made a horrible error in judgement when he was promptly stonewalled & forbidden access to any details about his son on account of the waiver & contract he signed, & that he had in essence made the Japanese military his son’s legal guardian for the sake of treating him. His visits got fewer & fewer as they continued to block access. Then, one day, when he went to visit Chuuya he was denied entry altogether, prompting him to become physical & call for his son. His stomach sank when he heard Chuuya screaming in fear, “NO! NO MORE NEEDLES! NO MORE DRUGS! NO, STOP IT! MAMA! DADDY! IT HURTS IT HURTS! MAKE THEM STOP!”
Confidentiality be damned, he attempted to force his way into the room & was promptly knocked unconscious with a sergeant's baton & detained.
Upon waking up, he was met with a three day involuntary psychiatric hold, & when asked on what grounds, was told that he had - supposedly - threatened to commit suicide after the death of his son.
They showed him a forged death certificate for Chuuya saying he passed that day, at 7 years old, stating the cause was as a result of his disease. He couldn’t believe it, refused to. Demanded to see his son. He was refused. The disease could be infectious (bullshit), they had to do an autopsy, he’d agreed to donate the body. All he was given was a very realistic photograph of his son’s corpse, condolences, & a one way ticket home where he was promptly blacklisted from military medicine. They fought for their son, they truly did. But everyone was convinced they were crazy, in denial. The government wouldn’t hold a sick boy hostage. Eventually they were forced to move, & had to pretend to grieve the ‘tragic’ loss of their son while knowing he had most likely been murdered & move forward for the sake of their remaining children. His father became a shell of his former self, the children riddled with anxiety - especially anytime one of them got so much as a common cold. His twin sister took it the worst; on her 17th birthday she told her parents she knew it had been 10 years, that she could only faintly remember the sound of his voice because she’d been so young, but she still felt as though a piece of her was missing.
His mother never stopped waiting for the day where her little boy would walk through the door, aged 7 - 20, she waited, hoping & praying he would somehow find them & just come home.
Unbeknownst to the outside world, the boy had lived. He’d lived, the experimentation disguised as tests had succeeded in - seemingly permanently - ridding him of his illness. But, as he was legally dead, there was nothing stopping them from continuing their work with the creation of artificial abilities, & their search for the perfect vessel to house them. Eventually, they were able to successfully cloning & growing genetically identical copies of their subjects, almost all of them ending in failure due to the instability of the DNA & the clashing of the Ability program. Eventually, they got it right, due to creating a code that could successfully trick the Ability into latching onto the ‘soul’ of the clone.
Arahabaki, the deity-god, ready to be implanted.
That was when foreign government agents caused it to be unleashed by breaking its seal, & in the resulting calamity, it became merged with the body of the 7 year old that survived.
Now, whether that child was the original Chuuya Kashimura or the clone was impossible to tell: the explosion destroyed every record in that facility on the outskirts of Yokohama, & erased the nearly entire memory of the child. Upon stepping out of the crater he knew only three things: his given name, his age, & that the raging anger inside of his head was a god. With no memories & no personality beyond that, the boy was left with no answers, to fend for himself. After almost five years on his own, the twelve year old met a small group of younger kids calling themselves the Sheep, who quickly ‘adopted’ him as one of their own when they saw what he could do. He considered them his responsibility at that point, they were almost certain to get themselves killed with how brash they were. But, hey, it was... nice to feel like he was wanted.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, as a mere three years later that bond was ended with a poisoned knife in his gut & a broken heart to show for it. That was when he embraced the Port Mafia.
The following year, he was 16, his supposedly older brother Verlaine came to ‘take’ him, vowing to kill everybody Chuuya cared for in order to prove he is not human & only they can understand one another. To do this, Verlaine first murdered the Flags, the only real friends Chuuya had ever truly had up to that point, who went out of their way to defy the Boss’s orders & help him learn about his past as a ‘gift’ to celebrate the one year anniversary of the day he joined the Port Mafia. To say this had a profound impact on the teenager is putting it mildly, & the loss of his newfound family is something he still feels to this day whenever he thinks about it. In doing this, Verlaine all but obliterated any chance he had to gain a little brother in Chuuya, who though understanding his motivations, could never quite bring himself to forgive him, refusing to believe such a traumatic experience could be inflicted out of love.
Before the experiments, much of Chuuya’s backstory is unknown to him, assuming the Chuuya at the facility was indeed a clone & not the real one. He has been able to piece together some of it. Such as the fact that he/the ‘real’ Chuuya was apparently quite ill, & his biological family may or may not have sold or given him away to the Department of Defense secretly in order to be experimented on, knowing he was going to die anyways. Whether he was naturally gifted or not before the experiments, he isn’t sure, nor does he care to find out any longer. He knows now who he is, & where he belongs, & there’s nothing left to say about it.
FAMILY: Kashimura Fukumi { Biological Mother }, Kashimura Kensuke { Biological Father }, Kashimura Shizuka { Biological Older Sister }, Kashimura Souta { Biological Older Brother }, Kashimura Chiaki { Biological Twin Sister }, Kashimura Hana { Biological Younger Sister }, Kashimura Haruki { Biological Younger Brother }.
SUPERNATURAL ABILITY: Chuuya’s Ability is called Upon the Tainted Sorrow. With this gift, he is able to manipulate the gravity of any object or individual he gets in contact with. As such, he can change the direction & force of gravity from its standard downward 1G force, as long as the matter is touched somewhere with his body. Chuuya typically uses his ability for offensive purposes. He can manipulate physical matter from the surrounding area, such as the ground he is in, to use as his weapon & launch at his opponents, crushing them with the force-enhanced matter. Regardless of its size, the object can inflict massive destructive force when its gravity is altered to a greater strength & force. He can also stop bullets shot at him & deflect them back to their sources. Moreover, Chuuya can directly control people's physical gravities. When manipulating his opponents' gravities, he can immobilize their movements by making their bodies heavy or light enough to render them incapacitated. For instance, he can make them levitate by lightening their masses & immediately plunge them to the ground with a heavy force.
He can also manipulate his own gravity as he deems fit. He can decrease his body's gravity to lighten his mass while attacking at high speed; as a result, his kicks released at high speed can pierce through his targets with the weight of an iron ball. In addition, he can control his gravity & allow himself to sprint at overwhelming speeds and reflexes without losing momentum. Chuuya can also manipulate his gravity that can allow him to stand upside down on the ceiling, ride his motorcycle sideways on the face of a building, & even walk on an airborne plane's flap with relative ease. Notably, his ability is quite incompatible with Ryūrō Hirotsu's repulsion ability, as Chuuya can control the force of matter upon contact, while Hirotsu can apply an opposite force relative to the contact surface. Moreover, since Upon the Tainted Sorrow is fundamentally anchored on the laws of gravity to function, it has a natural weakness to Arthur Rimbaud's subspaces which do not adhere to the laws of physics. As such, Chuuya cannot defend himself against Rimbaud's massless spatial waves, nor can he easily utilize his ability as he usually does in the natural, physical setting. Furthermore, like all other abilities, Osamu Dazai can nullify Chuuya's ability upon contact.
Corruption is the true form of Chuuya's ability and is exceedingly dangerous. This ability allows him to manipulate the gravitons in his surroundings. By increasing his own density, he is capable of crushing a tank with his bare hands. He is also able to shoot balls of compressed gravity that act like black holes that swallow anything. However, he has no control over his Ability's true form; he will continue in that state if his Ability is not nullified until he dies. It is activated with the following phrase: “ Oh Grantors of Dark Disgrace, you need not wake me again. ” Corruption stems from Chuuya’s origins as the vessel to the entity Arahabaki, an ancient God of immense destructive power. When Chuuya releases his stability over said powers, Corruption takes over, essentially reverting Chuuya to his true, uncontrollable nature existing solely for destruction. Paying homage to his own philosophies, Chuuya removes his gloves when activating Corruption.
Following his physical separation from Arahabaki, Chuuya is no longer able to use Corruption unless he is in Arahabaki’s presence as it requires physical contact with him while relaying the spoken verse. On the bright side, it means he no longer requires Dazai to be there to stop him since Ara is able to stop Corruption at will, but it’s a moot point as Chuuya is honestly relieved about this, & more than happy to never use it again unless an absolute last resort as a result of the toll it takes on him.
STRENGTHS / TALENTS: While not a certified child prodigy like Dazai, Chuuya is an incredibly intelligent ( if temperamental ) man who has an aptitude for quickly learning & picking up new skills. Following Suribachi, he taught himself to read with stolen or donated books, though his ability to write remained subpar until the Mafia, & he was an excellent self taught physical combatant, able to hold his own against fighters with much greater experience such as Hirotsu, & as well as thinking quick on his feet & digesting new information, such as when he was told of Dazai’s ability & kicked him to force him to let go of Chuuya at the last second, rendering the older mafioso’s attack null by dodging it. He is unanimously the best unarmed combatant the Port Mafia has ever seen, having mastered more than a dozen different fighting styles which he’s combined into his own unique form of combat.
As a result of Kouyou’s mentorship, Chuuya is knowledgable & highly appreciated of the fine arts, calligraphy, proper dinner etiquette including tea ceremonies & business transactions. He is fluent in several languages including regional Japanese dialects, English, Spanish, French, Swedish, Italian, Chinese, Russian, & German, thanks to multiple international missions. He’s also semi fluent in Latin & classical Greek. Given it was his job in the Port Mafia for a decent while, Chuuya has an excellent understanding of gemstones, minerals, jewellery & metals as part of his position in the ‘black market jewels’, & can instantly tell a genuine piece from a forgery as well as estimating its value & origin.
Due to the physical experiments he was put through, Chuuya is shown to have above average - bordering on superhuman - strength, speed, stamina & reflexes, as he is able to easily hit hard enough to decimate a concrete pillar or wall with his fist even without the use of his ability. Chuuya is also an adept tactician & commander over his men, caring for them on a personal level to which he takes into consideration their personal abilities & directs them accordingly.
WEAKNESSES: By far, Chuuya’s greatest weakness is the fact that is all too *mortal* body is unable to handle the full destructive force of a godly being's powers; when Corruption is unleashed, it quickly wrestles away his self control & begins eating away at his physical form, he is completely unable to control it. In a more general sense, Chuuya is not so above it all that he is without human flaws; he is incredibly haughty, temperamental & cocky. Nothing pisses him off or baits him quicker than a challenge, & although he’s mellowed out quite a bit with maturity, the fastest way to devolve him into a screaming teenager again is to bring up Dazai in his presence or in any way imply he is inferior to his former partner. Dazai himself is excellent at pushing every one of Chuuya’s sore spots & has made a fool out of him more than once with this tactic, as had Ranpo at one point. Chuuya is also quite self conscious about his appearance, particularly his height & slender build, & is easy to anger when it’s brought up, as well as his perceived lack of humanity. A recreational drinker, Chuuya is prone to strong depressive episodes in recent years, tending to push himself too hard & take failure - especially ones with casualties - extremely poorly. It wouldn’t be a stretch to classify him a functional alcohol that copes with his negative feelings by fighting & drinking.
Chuuya has moderate to severe Claustraphobia as a result of the labratory restraints / MRIs & some of Mori’s more creative disciplinary tactics (’exposure therapy’ via sensory deprivation tank) in an effort to help him get over these weaknesses. It did not help, rather it only made his anxiety around feeling trapped much more severe to the point he will now suffer panic attacks if he feels too closed in to somewhere he can’t easily escape from.
RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANTIC INTERESTS: N/A ( Verse Dependent ), Ara ( Post - Dead Apple ), Dazai Osamu ( ‘It’s Complicated’ / Verse Dependent ).
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demiromantic Homosexual
QUIRKS / HABITS: Tilting his head & smirking, tugging on his choker, smoking when stressed, using his ability to move objects when feeling lazy, flicking the longer section of his hair over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact when especially emotional / upset.
HOBBIES / INTERESTS: Alcohol (particularly expensive fine wines), music, writing (especially poetry), shopping, fine art, style & men’s fashion, getting into brawls especially with powerful Ability users, minerals / gemstones & geology, jewellery, cooking, honing his martial arts & fighting techniques, spending time at his friends’ graves. Clubbing, casual sex (sometimes), lavish Mafia parties, reading, learning languages, war & battle strategy / tactics. Likes to work out in his free time as well as tinker with & tapering Albatross’ his bike.
DISLIKES: Dazai Osamu*, unnecessary or excessive violence / casualties during missions or interrogation, being called short or referred to with derogatory terms, wasted wine, seeking medical treatments of any sort, taking medication, having blood drawn, needles, hospitals, etc. Losing people especially close friends or subordinates he feels responsible for. Having to use Corruption. Arahabaki refusing to shut the fuck up in his head with his loud angry screaming.
SCHOOL: N/A
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yokohama City
OCCUPATION: Port Mafia Executive
FRIENDS / AFFILIATION: The Port Mafia; The Flags { Deceased }; The Sheep { Former - Disbanded }.
RELIGION / BELIEFS: Apatheism
VEHICLE(S): Chuuya rides a heavily customized Ducati 1299 Panigale, which is worth about $70k after all the modifications he made to it. He also has a much more precious bike that belonged to Albatross, who gifted it to him right before he died; Chuuya takes much better care of this one & usually only takes it out for a ride when he needs to clear his head or he’s visiting the Flags’ graves.
POSSESSIONS: Chuuya’s most prized possessions are the fedora style hat given to him by Mori which previously belonged to Rimbaud, & a small pocket album comprised of any & all photos he could find that included the Flags in them which he cherishes. Also, his choker which is genuine black leather with a silver buckle, & a staple of his every day appearance.
OTHERS: TBA
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Yeah, Dazai is cool and Chuuya is hot but can we also take a moment to appreciate Higuchi in the band art?
If Akutagawa doesn't want her can I have her?
And speaking of Aku I think he's wearing a skirt here??? And this is an opening for a whole other thing- bsd boys in skirts? And dresses? And crop tops?? I'm just- yes✨
I will always want Higuchi 😍😍
Ayo bsd boys in skirts?? I was just reading a fic with Dazai in a dress the other night :0
Chuuya already wears croptops apparently so I wouldn't be surprised if he could rock a dress or skirt either 👀👀
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Hiii, if it’s alright with you, I would like to ask for a male bsd matchup. I am a female and I go by she/her.
I have trust issues, kinda sensitive and anger issues, but I try not to show it and play it cool. I am quite extroverted with people that I trust.
I always wear jewellery etc rings,necklace and bracelet but not too excessive and my clothing style would be more towards lacy dresses and lacy crop tops with a black jacket and jeans.
I like listening to music, shopping, trying out new fashion style, reading, drinking (even though I have a really low tolerance lol) and watching movies.
I dislike insects, bullying, dishonest people, unfaithful people and math.
Oh I do martial arts as well.
Thank youuu
Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchup!
I pair you with… Nakahara Chuuya!
This man also has trust and anger issues, but the two of you are working through them together! He is also the king of playing it cool, so he gets you on that!
He likes your style as it is different from his, and he wants to spoil you with pretty jewelry! He doesn’t go super extravagant, though, maybe a gold bracelet or bangle or something with a single pendant instead of all decked out with diamonds.
The two of you often spar! He likes sparring against your skills in the martial arts and offers tips and tricks to help you get better. The two of you usually go on wine tasting dates, and if you aren’t busy, he likes to have you sit in his office in Port Mafia headquarters and read!
#fairytailwzard matchups#fairytailwzard matchup#bsd#bsd chuuya#bungo stray dogs chuuuya#bungou stray dogs chuuya#chuuya nakahara#nakahara chuuya
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Something about us(Soukoku)
chapter 5 Man-Eater part 2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27504406/chapters/67256563
Dazai POV
Today was the day. The day Chuuya and I would officially go on a date. We’ve hung out before but this time I’m surely going to make him mine!
We meet up at our designated time around late noon. To be completely honest, I didn’t really know what we were going to do besides hang out.
I would usually have a plan on what we would do, or how it would start and end, but this time the only thing I could focus on was that he actually said yes?
I continued pondering in my thoughts on where we would be going until I saw him. My jaw dropped to the floor. He looked absolutely stunning, no gorgeous to a tee.
I knew that his style was sometimes androgynous and out there, but this was something else.
The black cropped turtleneck emphasized how small and dainty his waist truly was, and how cute it looked when some of his stomach was showing. At the same time it also brought to light how easy it would be if someone decided to choke him by slimming his neck. His red shorts from mid-hip to mid-thigh also contributed.
“Hey dumbass, my eyes are up here!” the effeminate man hissed, trying to get me out of my daze from how nice he looked.
“It’s not my fault Chuuya! I mean, look at yourself.” I joked sternly, pointing at him up and down.
“What do you even mean?” He questioned.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and simply sighed. “You’re wearing a very revealing crop top in the middle of winter! Not to mention those tight shorts and black tights underneath it all!” I tried staying calm and composed but I just sounded like I was scolding him.
“You’re not my mom.” He scowled. “Plus you see this.” He pointed at his face. “I put eyeliner on and I even did my eyebrows, which I hardly do mind you, so just be happy with what you get, ok!?”
“Yes ma'am.” I complied as I grabbed his hand and began walking.
“So where are we even going?” He asked, breaking the silence that was clearly there for a few minutes right after I held his hand in mine.
“It’s a surprise.” I said, giving him a dorky smile. “But I know you’ll love it when you see it.”
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“Jeez, you really outdid yourself this time, huh Dazai?” The redhead was on the verge of tears.
“Whatever do you mean?” I acted as if I had no clue on what I did.
“You’re always talking about my ‘shitty’ taste in hats, but here you are taking me to my favorite hat shop.” he said quite conspicuously.
“I guess you're right about that.” I gave a nervous chuckle. “We should stop ogling at the place and head in now” I opened the door like the gentleman I am for chuuya.
To be honest it wasn’t out of the ordinary just your usually hat store. It smelled like the library me and Ranpo would go to but it also smelled like a musty cologne Oda would use from time to time?
What a nice aura I thought to myself
“Let’s go over here” chuuya pestered as he grabbed my arm over to the direction he was talking about.
“What about this one” the small pointed at a black fedora “don’t you already have one like that though?” I questioned “yeah I do, but look at this” he grabbed one of the hats on the rack “it has rose patterned inside though, isn’t that cool!” he beamed ecstatically showing it to me
“Yeah, that is pretty cool but look at this one.” I took off an orange beret on the hat rack “what’s so special about this one?” chuuya positioned his hands on his hips
“Well if you must know chuuya, it’s orange just like your hair, its cute and it reminds me off a fox just like you” I laughed
“Ha ha your so funny, you should be a comedian” chuuya retorted sarcastically “y’know you should also buy a hat you wouldn’t look so bad with one?”
“I don’t really do hats, I don’t think I would look that good in one unlike you”
“Whatever” is all he said.
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We continued looking around until Chuuya spotted one “How about this one?” it was a short black fedora with a wide brim and a rose on the red band of it
“Not bad dazai” was all chuuya could say “but how much is it though, it could be really expensive?” me and chuuya looked at the price tag. He scrunched his face up
“That’s a lot” his face expression saddened “I’ll buy it for you” I protested
“Oh, no you really don’t have too I mean it's like 200 hundred dollars in U.S. currency” chuuya added “Then I really have to buy it if it’s that much now” I answered as I tried on different fedoras and berets on.
I proceeded to the checkout corner to buy it but Chuuya kept on talking about how expensive it was and that I shouldn’t buy something like that for him especially if it was just a hat.
I finally convinced him that it wasn’t that much and that I wanted to treat him on our date.
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“Your really immature y’know” The young male said as he slightly punched my shoulder “Ow chuuya!” I exclaimed dramatically, maybe being in theater really did make me more dramatic than I already am?
“You know you’re happy that I bought it for you” I smugly replied as I looked at the other shops around us “Yeah I am” he mumbled as he hid his flushed face in his red trench coat.
Chuuya smoothly grabbed my hand as we continued walking until I finally asked “So where else do you want to go now” the smaller man’s face looked up at mine
“Want to go to a club” the man asked innocently not knowing what he was getting himself into later in the night. “Were still 18?” I replied “Were technically not even adults yet?”
“Say’s the person who always ask to drink with me and occasionally smokes on the school rooftop” he was right about that part
“That’s because I’m oh so lonely and sad, and you're the only person whom I find nice to hang out with”
“Well look for someone else then?” he asked I think jokingly “Fine we’ll go to the club later since it’s still like 7” I finally agreed with the man “we could do some Karaoke for the mean time?”
#bsd fanfic#bsd#fanfic#soukoku#double black#dazai x chuuya#Dazai Osamu#chuuya nakahara#bungou stray dogs#fluff
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Chuuya time!! Chuuya headcannon!!! Sfw
Chuuya has a belly button piercing. He got it as part of a port mafia hazing ritual, in which Dazai tells newcomers that they have to get a piercing somewhere to join the port mafia.
He didn’t really question it because it’s not that unusual for people to have to do stuff like this to get into gangs or mafia groups; it’s a test of loyalty, and- not that he’d ever admit it out loud- he wanted one for a really long time. Also, Dazai was paying so Chuuya’s broke ass didn’t have to worry about money for once.
He decided to keep it after finding out that it was just a hazing ritual and not a requirement because, why not? He liked it more than he thought he would and it was kinda nice. Only problem was that it wasn’t normally visible with any of his work clothes, and he wasn’t about to wear a crop top to work, even if he was an executive. So he started cross dressing on his days off; he could pass for a girl if he kept his mouth shut, and if he didn’t, fuck it. It’s not like he would see some random stranger on the reg.
He exclusively wore shirts that would show off his piercing whenever he wasn’t at work, especially crop tops and off the shoulder tops. He didn’t really have a preference between jeans and skirts, but he knew after a few attempts that he preferred to wear fabric at least halfway down his thighs and he didn’t like fully showing off his legs. It’s not that he was insecure about them or anything; he just wasn’t in the habit of shaving or waxing, and he wasn’t raised on that habit, so it was easier just to get a few patches of hair off at a time- even if it wasn’t required, he liked it better this way. So whenever he wore miniskirts or short shorts, he would wear thigh high socks with them, or stockings and garters depending on his mood and the weather.
He didn’t have much in the way of jewelry, given how little he got days off, and he got even less days to crossdress, so whenever he went out, he typically went shopping.
Chuuya liked local shops more than chains, so he went to the other side of town in wedges, carrying a purse or a bag more often than not, to shop outside of the tourist trap areas. Sometimes he wore sunglasses to hide his identity, but most times he just decided to wear a different hat than usual and that worked well enough.
Today, he wore a long pink skirt and matching crop top, a sun hat, wedges, and his belly button ring was silver with a pink heart gem. He carried a bag on his shoulder, one that matched his hat and wedges. His lipgloss was slightly darker than he would have liked, but that was okay. He would buy more today, along with a necklace; hopefully silver as well, but a pink gem would work too. He would have to see what the day held.
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full name:
Airi Nakahara
nickname(s):
Ai
title(s):
Mafia Boss
Mind Reader
age:
20 (frozen)
gender:
Female
sexual orientation:
Heterosexual
looks:
hair color:
Red
eye color:
Purple
height:
4'11
apparel:
Airi has more clothes in her closet than the average person has in their lifetime, all expensive and all to be worn only a handful of times before she donates them to an orphanage or charity. She doesn't follow trends- she sets them. Her apparel varies on the day to day, but in an attempt to dress more formally, she's started wearing blazer crop tops and skirts, as well as blazers and shorts with lace lingerie underneath- or sometimes nothing underneath. She's the Mafia fashion icon.
tattoos/scars/piercings:
Airi has a double ear piercing on both ears, but nothing else, and no tattoos. She has various small scars from battles and especially hard training days, but nothing horribly major.
ability:
Airi he the ability to read people's minds, and manipulate their thoughts into whatever she wants. She can also go through people's memories and repress them, as well as having the power to see everything that person has ever seen. She can read people's minds whenever she wants, when within a certain radius, though manipulation takes a bit longer. However, the longer she stays in someone else's mind, the higher risk she has of forgetting who she is
personality:
Airi takes after her mother in that she is very social, carefree, and she's always willing to drop anything to help anyone, even those outside the Mafia that she sees suffering. She's a very kind hearted person, but don't get on her bad side. Her temper is definitely her fathers, it isn't hard to get her riled up, and she's just as stubborn if you get in an argument with her. As she's gotten older, she's gotten wiser, and is truly a force to be reckoned with. She's intelligent, she can think on her feet, and she doesn't let her emotions control her unless it comes to her family. If someone were to touch a hair on her sons head, they would be dead before they could take their next breath.
likes:
Airi loves her family more than anything in the world, and there's no better feeling than being with her husband and son and just spending time with both of them. She also loves shopping, though her shopaholic days are fewer now that she has a family. She loves weapons training, she lives to have a knife or gun in her hands, and she likes to kick ass. She's also an incredible singer, and she picks up instruments faster than she does weapons, it's just a natural gift for her.
dislikes:
Airi hates being wrong, as well as being told to do something she doesn't want to do. She won't do it, and there are very few things that can change her mind once she's made it up. She also hates losing, and she hates disappointing either of her parents, whom she greatly respects. She despises her brother Shiro, as well as her former partner, Kaito Osamu.
dom/sub:
She usually is submissive but every now and then, she does like being the dominant one. She likes to switch things up and try new things, and she likes having a partner who enjoys that just as much as she does.
family tree:
Chuuya Nakahara~ Father, alive
Meili Nakahara~ Mother, alive
Shiro Nakahara~ Brother, alive
Reina Nakahara~ Sister, alive
Taiyo Osamu~ Nephew, alive
Tsuna Osamu~ Niece, alive
Kaida Nakahara~ Sister, alive
love interest:
Jurou Saito, now Nakahara~ Husband, alive
children:
Kazuki Nakahara~ Son, alive
Hana Nakahara~ Daughter, alive
backstory:
Airi was born to Chuuya and Meili Nakahara, being their firstborn child together, Chuuya's third born child. It was known from the time of her birth that she would be the most likely to be in line to take over the Mafia, especially when Dazai and Asura had their son, Kaito, so close in age to her. It was only fitting that the two of them would grow up to be best friends, especially when Airi's mind reading ability kicked in. She could read anyone's mind, including her parents, and it scared her beyond belief. Not only could she see current thoughts, she could also see past memories, things she shouldn't have seen, and hence she had to have Kaito with her wherever she went, for a decent amount of time. After the initial shock, she started training harder than ever, and continued to do so with Kaito over the next years. Everything seemed set in stone when she and Kaito were finally sworn in as official partners, but quickly came falling apart as the Osamu family crumbled, and Airi met her husband. Airi and Jurou had their first child shortly after getting married, which halted Airi's progress. She became estranged from her brother, Shiro, and renounced her partnership with Kaito. She overcame plenty of obstacles to finally become the Port Mafia Boss she is today, alongside her adoring husband
other:
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Headcanons for Kunikida?
Sorry it took me so long to get to this!
1. Realistic
He’s got a bunch of adult math workbooks/sudokus which he does in his free time. It’s a lot of fun for him. He enjoys math for himself, although not so much the teaching of it. He can also solve a Rubik's cube quite fast.
2. Not realistic, but hilarious
He wore some pretty strange outfits when he was a meteorologist. The most notable was a blue suit with clouds. He was totally serious about this, too, it wasn’t like For Fun. Dazai thinks this is hilarious. Fukuzawa thinks it was cute.
He also owns a “pretty boy” crop top which he’ll deny ever wearing but he does. He does. Yosano gave it to him.
3. Heartbreaking and awful
He blames himself for almost everything that goes wrong, ever. When things go very very wrong and it’s unequivocally partially due to his influence he can’t handle it. He just… shuts down. He carries the whole world on his shoulders and it’s a very heavy weight sometimes.
4. Not canon but I ignore canon and make my own
Everyone thinks he is Really Hot. People flirt with him 24/7 and he only rarely realizes it. He and Chuuya become awkward kind-of friends and together they break the hearts of most of the male-attracted population of Yokohama.
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