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“Dreams”

Summary: At one of their customary sleepovers, Chuuya, Akutagawa, and Atsushi try to stay up late to watch a comet, but one at a time they fall asleep, resulting in some interesting dreams.

Notes: Rarepair week day two, o shit waddup! So this is a Chuuakuatsu fic, and it’s super sweet and pure (JUST LIKE THE SHIP WHY DONT MORE PEOPLE LOVE IT???) so if ur looking for 4,000 words of chuuya being gay over akutagawa and atsushi, you’ve come to the right place!

Also this fic is dedicated to @johayna-the-memer, happy birthday u filthy meme slut! I know this isn’t just chuuaku, but there are plenty of sweet moments between chuuya and aku in this, so I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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“Oi, Sushi, don’t give out on us just yet,” Chuuya yawned, giving Atsushi’s shoulders a little shake to keep the boy from nodding off. “The comet’s just in another-” Chuuya squinted at the clock on the wall, rubbing his tired eyes to clear them. “Three and a half hours.”

Akutagawa, who was lying down with his head resting on Chuuya’s thighs, groaned. “It’s already one in the morning, Nakahara-san. Why can’t you just set an alarm on that rose-gold iPhone 7-whatever of yours and wake us up then?”

“It wouldn’t be special if we just went to sleep and woke up then!” Chuuya pouted, clearly incensed by Akutagawa’s lack of sentimentality. “Besides, we hardly ever get to spend time like this, all three of us together, relaxing.” Chuuya stared down at Akutagawa’s scowling face and wide, unblinking gray eyes and could feel himself starting to smile. “It’s just a little while longer, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to give Akutagawa a gentle kiss on the forehead. “After that, you can sleep as long as you want.”

“Sure,” Akutagawa huffed, rolling onto his side in a transparent attempt to conceal his blushing cheeks. “As long as I can with you snoring in my ear.”

“And drooling all over the pillows,” Atsushi added with a small smile.

Chuuya grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to give Atsushi a playful swat. “Not you too!” he cried. “Why is everyone against me?”

Atsushi giggled, then patted Chuuya’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Chuuya-san, we forgive you. Right, Aku?”

Akutagawa grunted his approval, and Chuuya rewarded him with a kiss on the back of his head.

“Damn, babe, you’ve got such a way with words,” he teased, stroking Akutagawa’s hair. “Every sound from your lips is poetry.”

“Eat a dick, Nakahara-san.”

Chuuya smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, if you insist-”

Akutagawa’s stomach rumbled. Before Chuuya could even open his mouth, Akutagawa silenced him with a glare. “If you say anything about me being hungry for dick, I’ll kill you.”

“I’m a little hungry, too,” said Atsushi.

Chuuya caressed Atsushi’s face. “Oh, yeah?” he purred. “Don’t worry, baby- Daddy’s got more than enough sausage for both his hungry boys.”

Atsushi’s face went redder than a tomato. “I-I’m not- I-I didn’t mean-”

Chuuya laughed, giving Atsushi a kiss on one flushed cheek. “That’s fine. Want some strawberries?”

Atsushi beamed. “Oh, yes, please!”

“Okay then, I’ll be right back,” said Chuuya, gently sliding out from beneath Akutagawa’s head and slipping off the bed. He crossed his arms and spoke in a stern voice. “You two make sure not to kill eachother while I’m gone.”

“Oh, please,” Akutagawa scoffed. “As if we’ve ever done anything to hurt eachother.”

Atsushi hummed in disproval. “There was that one time you cut my leg off.”

“It grew back.”

“That’s not the point!”

Chuuya left his boyfriends to their squabbling as he darted into the kitchen to get the strawberries. Upon noticing the dirty plates Atsushi and Akutagawa had left in the sink after dinner, Chuuya decided the strawberries could wait a little longer and began to wash the dishes. He finished after a few minutes and returned to the bedroom with the strawberries. Akutagawa and Atsushi had ceased arguing, primarily because they were both starting to fall asleep. For a moment, Chuuya paused in the doorway and admired his sleepy boys.

Atsushi’s fluffy, white hair was fanned out against the pillow, his luminous, multi-colored eyes just beginning to fall shut. He was wearing the rose-colored silk pajamas Chuuya had bought for him a couple months ago, and the delicate shade of pink brightened his skin. Atsushi smiled drowsily when he saw Chuuya in the doorway, and his sweet face warmed Chuuya’s heart.

Akutagawa’s eyes were already closed, his face beginning to soften as it always did when he fell asleep, bearing no traces of the pain he carried through all his waking moments. He had stubbornly insisted on wearing Chuuya’s shirt to bed- leaving Chuuya himself with nothing more than a pair of black boxers- despite the fact that he was several inches taller and the shirt in no way fit him. Not that Chuuya was complaining, of course; Akutagawa wore the shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and stomach.

Although the raised, puckered scars lining his ribs and burns wrapping around his torso broke Chuuya’s heart, he was glad to see that Akutagawa was starting to put on a little weight. His stomach was softer than it had been before they started dating, his ribcage less pronounced. Akutagawa had been painfully thin since the day Chuuya first saw him, like a living skeleton, and the idea of Akutagawa moving towards a healthier weight and losing some of that brittleness nearly moved him to tears.

Chuuya climbed into bed and snuggled up between Atsushi and Akutagawa. “Eat up, babe,” he said, placing a strawberry in Akutagawa’s slightly open mouth. “It’ll give you energy to make it through the night.”

Akutagawa ate the strawberry. “Thank you, Nakahara-san,” he said, setting the leaves in Chuuya’s hand. He opened his mouth and Chuuya fed him another strawberry.

Atsushi, who had been shaken out of sleep when Chuuya got onto the bed, smiled shyly. “May I have a strawberry, Chuuya-san?”

Chuuya ruffled Atsushi’s hair. “Of course you can, baby,” he said, giving Atsushi a strawberry.

Atsushi bit into the strawberry and purred. “They’re so sweet.”

Chuuya kissed Atsushi on the cheek. “Not as sweet as you.”

Atsushi blushed, tugging at the long part of his hair. “Oh, th-thank you, Chuuya-san.”

“I am not sweet,” Akutagawa declared preemtively, glaring at Chuuya. “Don’t even think about it, Nakahara-san.”

“Whatever you say, prince of darkness,” Chuuya replied, popping another strawberry in Akutagawa’s mouth. “Now shut up and eat your strawberries.”

“Maybe if he eats enough of them, the sweetness will rub off on him,” Atsushi suggested with a smile.

“Great idea!” Chuuya grabbed another strawberry and dangled it in front of Akutagawa’s face. “Open wide, babe,” he cooed.

Akutagawa rolled his eyes but did nothing to stop Chuuya from feeding him. “Usually when you say that, we end up having to clean the sheets.”

Atsushi tilted his head to the side. “How can you make such a mess eating strawberries?” he asked through a yawn.

Akutagawa just stared at him.

Atsushis’s face went red. “Oh.” He yawned, stretching, and curled up into a little ball. “Well, I think I’ve had enough bonding for one night. Wake me up when the comet starts.”

“Don’t give up yet, pussy!” Chuuya cried, throwing a strawberry and hitting Atsushi square in the nose. “No one’s going to sleep until we see that motherfucking comet!”

Atsushi gave Chuuya his best sad kitten face. “But Chuuya-san, I’m so tired.”

Atsushi’s cuteness nearly broke Chuuya’s resolve, but he forced himself to stay strong. “You’re not tired, just bored,” he declared, putting his hands on Atsushi’s shoulders and pulling him into a sitting position. “If you find something to do, it’ll keep you from falling asleep.” Chuuya took Atsushi’s hand and set it down on his lustrous red curls. “Braid my hair- that’ll keep you busy.”

Atsushi was awake in an instant. “Chuuya-san, do you mean it?” he exclaimed, eyes wide. “Oh, but you’re so particular about your hair. . . I wouldn’t want to mess it up. . .”

Chuuya stroked Atsushi’s hand. “Don’t worry, baby. I trust you,” he said with a reassuring smile.

Atsushi’s face lit up. “Thank you, Chuuya-san! I’ll do my best!”

Chuuya gave Atsushi a kiss on the nose. “I know you will.”

Akutagawa coughed. “I might be falling asleep as well, Nakahara-san,” he said in a monotone voice that contrasted with his blushing cheeks. “Perhaps I would not if you were feeding me strawberries, like you were earlier.”

Chuuya’s heart swelled, and he kissed Akutagawa on the lips before giving him another strawberry. “Great idea, babe,” he whispered, tracing the contour of Akutagawa’s bony cheek with his fingertips. “I’ll give you as many as you want.” Chuuya fed Akutagawa strawberries as Atsushi tried and failed to braid Chuuya’s hair.

Atsushi’s fingers fumbled through Chuuya’s hair, and the resulting attempt at a braid looked more like a bird’s nest than anything else. Nevertheless, Chuuya made sure to compliment Atsushi’s handwork, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to braid his hair in return once Akutagawa was finished with his strawberries. Atsushi insisted he could do better now that he was starting to get the hang of braiding, so he managed to undo the tangles he had put in Chuuya’s hair and started again. For a while, everything was peaceful; then Akutagawa started coughing.

The coughing was ordinary enough when it began, but it rapidly got worse, culminating in a fit so strong Akutagawa’s entire body trembled. Chuuya’s throat burned just listening to Akutagawa’s hacking coughs, then his desperate gasps for air as the coughing faded. Gently, Chuuya moved Akutagawa’s hands away from his face and found his pale fingertips speckled with blood.

“Atsushi, get him some water!” Chuuya barked.

Atsushi, who had been watching Akutagawa cough with a look of stunned panic on his face- he had never seen Akutagawa like this before- seemed all too happy to be given a helpful task. “Yes, Chuuya-san!” He leapt to his feet and ran out of the bedroom.

Chuuya wrapped his arms around Akutagawa and began gently rubbing his back, his hand rising and falling in time with Akutagawa’s ragged breathing. “It’ll be alright, babe,” Chuuya murmured. “You’ll be fine. Just concentrate on your breathing, okay?”

Akutagawa drew in a deep, shuddering breath and closed his eyes. “It hurts.”

Chuuya’s eyes filled with tears, but he blinked them back. “Oh, baby, I know. I know it hurts, but- but it’s over now, right?” Chuuya knew his words were false even as he spoke them. The coughing fit might be over, but another one could strike at any minute. Akutagawa’s pain was never over; he would carry it deep inside himself until the day he died, and Chuuya was helpless to stop it. Chuuya sighed, burying his face into Akutagawa’s chest and holding him tight.

Atsushi returned with a glass of water. “Akutagawa, a-are you feeling better now?” he asked, gripping the water glass with both hands.

“Yes,” Akutagawa replied, his voice slightly weakened by the coughing fit. He held out his hand, and Atsushi gave him the cup of water. Chuuya noticed that Akutagawa’s hand was trembling, so he wrapped his own hand around the cup to steady it. Akutagawa didn’t say anything, but his gray eyes gave Chuuya a quick flash of gratitude.

Chuuya could feel himself tearing up again, but he smiled at Akutagawa and watched him slowly drain the glass of water. Once Akutagawa was finished, Chuuya took the cup from him and passed it to Atsushi. “Take this back to the kitchen?”

“Yes, Chuuya-san!”

Chuuya nestled up against Akutagawa so their cheeks were touching. “You should sleep, babe. Get some rest.”

Akutagawa laid his head on Chuuya’s shoulder, yawning. “I thought you wanted everyone to stay up and watch the comet.”

Chuuya tilted his head so it was resting on Akutagawa’s and wrapped his arm around Akutagawa’s narrow waist. “You’re more important than any comet.”

Akutagawa yawned again, closing his eyes. “You won’t be lonely, staying up late without me?”

Chuuya stroked Akutagwa’s hair. “I’ll have Atsushi to keep me company. Right, Sushi?” he called.

Atsushi scampered into the room at the sound of his name. “Chuuya-san?”

“Aku’s gonna take a quick nap, so you and me are gonna have some time just to ourselves,” said Chuuya, gently sliding out from beneath Akutagawa and wrapping him up in the blanket. He bent down and kissed Akutagawa’s forehead. “Good night, baby. I’ll wake you up in time to watch the comet. Right now you just concentrate on feeling better, alright?”

“Mm.” Akutagawa closed his eyes and rolled onto his side. “Good night, Nakahara-san.”

After giving Akutagawa one final kiss, Chuuya linked arms with Atsushi and led him into the living room. “I figured we’d hang out in here so we don’t bother Aku,” he explained, sitting down on the couch. There was a moment of awkward silence; Chuuya and Atsushi didn’t often find themselves alone with one another.

To break the silence, Atsushi blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “We could play truth or dare?” His face reddened, and he began tugging at his hair. “I-I think people usually play that at sleepovers.”

Chuuya laughed. “Truth or dare? With only two people?” Upon noticing the hurt look on Atsushi’s face, Chuuya regretted his words. “Sounds like a great idea, Sushi!” he said in a rush, hurrying to cover up his rudeness. “Let’s play!”

Atsushi’s face brightened instantly. “Truth or dare, Chuuya-san?”

Chuuya cracked his knuckles, grinning. “Dare.”

“I dare you not to crack your knuckles anymore.”

Chuuya furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

“Well, you-you might hurt your hands if you keep doing that, Chuuya-san,” Atsushi stammered, clearly embarrassed. He wrapped his arms around himself and dropped his gaze. “And I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Chuuya laughed, then took Atsushi’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “You’re too sweet, baby. What would I do without you?”

Atsushi smiled nervously at Chuuya. “Would you it be okay if I kissed you? On your hands?”

Chuuya couldn’t help but smile. In addition to always asking for permission before kisses, Atsushi had the added quirk of specifying where he wanted to kiss. Although he personally couldn’t imagine asking for such exact permission before every kiss, Chuuya found Atsushi’s little habit endearing. “Of course, baby,” he replied. “You can kiss me anytime, anywhere.”

Atsushi flushed and kissed Chuuya’s knuckles, his soft lips barely grazing Chuuya’s skin. “Was that okay, Chuuya-san?” he asked.

Chuuya kissed Atsushi’s hand. “Absolutely, hon. Now, truth or dare?”

Atsushi was silent for a moment before answering. “Truth, please.”

“Okay, truth.” Chuuya grinned. “Who’s cuter, me or Aku?”

“Ch-Chuuya-san!” Atsushi exclaimed, trying to keep himself from smiling. “You can’t make me choose- I love you both!”

“Yeah, but who’s cuter?” Chuuya batted his eyelashes and flipped his misshapen braid over his shoulder. “Is it really that hard answer?” he purred, caressing Atsushi’s cheek. “C’mon, spit it out, kittycat, I know you want to.”

“Well, i-if I had to choose. . .” Atsushi smiled sheepishly. “Aku. He has pretty eyes.”

Chuuya laughed. “Fair enough. I should’ve known better than to compete against those big beautiful eyes.”

Atsushi sighed, probably relieved Chuuya hadn’t been offended. Then he glanced out the window, head tilted to the side. “I wonder what Dazai-san’s doing right now,” he said a bit wistfully. “Do you think he’s going to watch the comet, too?”

Chuuya snorted. “Nah. He’s probably floating belly-up in a river somewhere, or jerking off into a peeled orange.”

“Chuuya-san!” Atsushi shrieked, covering his eyes as if that would make the horrifying mental image fade faster.

Chuuya shrugged. “Or maybe a grapefruit. Grapefruits are bigger.”

“It’s not the orange that’s the problem!”

“Hey, now, let’s not think about Dazai’s pathetic sex life, huh?” Chuuya suggested, massasing Atsushi’s shoulders. “Let’s just get back to the game.”

Atsushi took a deep breath and uncovered his eyes. “Truth or dare, Chuuya-san?”

“Dare me, bitch.”

“Um, okay, I dare you to. . . to. . .” Atsushi screwed up his face in concetration. “To tell me a story from when you and Dazai-san were partners- one that doesn’t involve a peeled orange.”

Chuuya wrinkled his nose. “What kind of dare is that?”

“It was the first thing that came to mind,” said Atsushi, a pleading note to his voice. “What else should I have said?”

“I don’t know, man.” Chuuya leaned back into the couch, lacing his hands together behind his head and idly swinging his legs back and forth, his feet hovering an inch or so off the ground. “You could’ve dared me to do a striptease.”

“You’re already in your underwear!” Atsushi exclaimed.

Chuuya smirked. “Convenient, huh?”

“Chuuya-san!”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Chuuya sighed. “I’ll tell you a story.”

However, one story quickly led to another, and before Chuuya realized it, an hour had passed and Atsushi had enough blackmail material on Dazai to last a decade, should he ever stoop low enough to need it.

“-and then I pushed that bitch down the stairs!” Chuuya cried, concluding his latest story as he concluded most of his stories: with Dazai suffering. When Atsushi didn’t give his customary guilty laugh, Chuuya nudged him. “Hey, Sushi, you still alive?”

Atsushi gave a soft purr in his sleep and rolled over.

Chuuya sighed, smiling. “I have to do everything around here myself, don’t I?” he murmured, gently lifting Atsushi off the couch and carrying him to bed. “Well, don’t worry, Sushicat, I’ll make sure your lazy ass is up in time for the comet.” He looked down at Atsushi’s face, which somehow managed to look even more precious and innocent while he was asleep. “You’re just lucky you look cute while you’re sleeping.”

The moment Chuuya set Atsushi down on the bed, he heard Akutagawa cough and force himself into a sitting position, the bed creaking slightly with each motion. “Nakahara-san?” he rasped.

Chuuya felt his way toward Akutagawa in the dark. Their hands met, and Chuuya was quick to clasp Akutagawa’s in both of his. “Babe, shouldn’t you be asleep?” he whispered.

“I tried.” Akutagawa coughed again. “But I coughed too much and woke myself up. My throat hurts.”

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” Chuuya leaned forward and kissed Akutagawa’s cheek. “Want me to make you some tea? It might help with your throat.”

“Yes, thank you, Nakahara-san.”

Chuuya could still remember when Akutagawa, determined to appear strong, would refuse every gesture of affection Chuuya could conceive of; now, his willingless to let Chuuya help him, to leave their hands clasped together for so long, flooded Chuuya’s heart with joy. “I’ll be right back,” he said, giving Akutagawa’s hand a quick squeeze before heading toward the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Chuuya returned with the tea. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Chuuya could practically hear Akutagawa roll his eyes as he took the cup, but his voice was appreciative enough when he muttered a brief thank-you. He sipped tea in silence, Chuuya gently stroking his hair all the while. When he finished the tea, he turned to Chuuya. “How much time left until the comet?”

“The clock in the kitchen said it was almost three,” Chuuya replied. “So, about an hour. Plenty of time for you to go back to sleep if you’re still tired.”

“I’m fine.” Akutagawa set his hand on top of Chuuya’s. “You should sleep, Nakahara-san. You’ve been up all night taking care of everyone.” Chuuya laughed. “If that’s what you call making tea and playing truth or dare.”

“Truth or dare?” “With Atsushi, yeah.” Chuuya smiled, then yawned. “He says you’re cuter than me.”

Akutagawa snorted. “Get that boy to an optometrist; anyone who could possibly prefer my appearance to yours must be blind.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, babe,” Chuuya replied, leaning against Akutagawa. “You’re beautiful.”

Akutagawa made a vaguely disbelieving noise deep in his throat.

“Don’t get it into this with me right now,” Chuuya yawned. “It’s too late to argue. Just admit that you’re a gorgeous being of ethereal beauty and go to sleep.”

Akutagawa gave a short bark of laughter. “I believe that’s my line.” He gently stroked Chuuya’s hand. “Rest, Nakahara-san. I’ll wake you up in time for the comet. You can trust me.”

Chuuya kissed Akutagawa’s cheek. “I know,” he whispered, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I trust you.”

“Then sleep.”

Chuuya was too tired to debate any further. “Guess I could rest m’eyes for a second,” he murmured, sleep beginning to slur his words together. He gave one final yawn and buried his face in Akutagawa’s shoulder, closing his eyes for a quick moment of rest.

What felt like seconds later, Chuuya was being jostled awake from two different directions.

“Nakahara-san, get up.”

“Chuuya-san, Chuuya-san! It’s four o’clock- just a few minutes until your comet gets here!”

“Hurry, or we’ll miss it!”

Chuuya stumbled out of bed, and only support from Akutagawa and Atsushi kept him from falling on his face. Together, they rushed to the balcony, Akutagawa and Atsushi working together to throw open the French doors while still linking hands with Chuuya, then they were outside beneath the starry sky.

They stood in silence for a few moments, then the comet arrived.

Atsushi was the first to notice, dancing up and down on his tiptoes crying, “There! There! Do you see it?” He pointed it out, as if anyone needed assistance spotting the massive ball of flame streaking across the night sky.

Akutagawa’s breath caught sharply in his throat. Chuuya was worried he might start coughing, but it seemed to be an expression of awe. “It’s like the sky’s cut open and bleeding fire,” he whispered. “It’s fracturing the sky.”

“Oh, it’s like a shooting star!” Atsushi sighed, enraptured. He turned to Chuuya with a radiant smile. “Can we make a wish?”

Chuuya laughed. “I don’t see why not- I don’t think the comet will mind.” Now that the long-awaited comet had finally arrived, Chuuya found himself focusing far less on the celestial spectacle playing out in the heavens than he had anticipated. Instead, he focused on the hands holding his; Atsushi’s, soft and warm, his touch gentle, as if he was afraid to ask for too much, and Akutagawa’s cold, bony hand, holding onto Chuuya’s with a sort of desperation, clinging so tightly Chuuya’s fingertips were starting to go numb.

Atsushi traced the comet’s path with his eyes, struggling to come up with a wish before humbly requesting that the comet use its mystical space powers to grant him the ability to braid hair so that he could give his lovely boyfriend Chuuya-san the proper braid he deserves.

“In my dream, I was trying to braid your hair over and over again, Chuuya-san,” he explained. “But I just got my fingers tied up in the knots. It wasn’t too bad, though,” he added with a quavering smile. “Because even in my dream, you were so nice to me. You patted my head and said you knew I could do it eventually, and when I finally braided your hair right, you’d make chazuke for me to celebrate.”

Tears pricked Chuuya’s eyes. Even if it was just a dream, Atsushi clearly thought Chuuya was a good person. After so many years in the darkness of the mafia, Chuuya himself had lost faith in his ability to be kind, so gentle assurance from Atsushi and Akutagawa never failed to move him. “When you finally figure out how to braid my hair, I’ll make you all the chazuke you can eat, Sushicat,” he said, squeezing Atsushi’s hand.

Atsushi beamed. “Oh, thank you, Chuuya-san!” He turned to Akutagawa. “What’s your wish?”

Akutagawa coughed. “I wish I could tell you about my dream. It was quite interesting.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to wish for that!” Atsushi exclaimed, dismayed. “You could have just told us and wished for something else!”

Akutagawa shrugged. “You know those Alvin and the Chipmunks movies?” he asked by way of introducing his dream.

Atsushi’s face lit up. “I love those movies!”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Chuuya remarked dryly. Earlier that evening, they had marathoned all of the chipmunk movies at Atsushi’s request- it was no surprise the shrieking rats had infested Akutagawa’s dream.

“Well, basically they were giving a concert,” Akutagawa continued, gazing off into the distance. “And they were singing ‘Bring Me To Life’, and-” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, considering. “-now that I think about it, I might have actually been Amy Lee.” He shrugged. “I was famous, anyway, and I needed to teach the chipmunks how to sing Evanescense songs. We had a concert together and it went very well. All in all, it was a fairly typical dream-”

Chuuya raised an eyebrow. “You usually dream about becoming Amy Lee and joining Alvin and the Chipmunks?”

“-but everyone in the crowd looked like Dazai-san,” Akutagawa concluded. A faint blush came across his cheeks. “And they all cheered for me.”

“Now that sounds typical for you,” Chuuya thought to himself. Aloud, he only said, “Sounds like an intersting dream. Thanks for sharing it with us, babe.”

“Oh, the comet!” Atsushi cried, lamenting the long-gone comet. “Chuuya-san, you forgot to make a wish.”

Chuuya just laughed. “Oh, it’s fine.”

“Well, at least you can still tell us about your dream,” Atsushi replied with a touch of desperation, hoping to at least partially make up for Chuuya’s lost wish.

Chuuya shrugged. “I don’t really dream,” he said, omitting the various nightmares he frequently had involving murders he committed or falling prey to the all-consuming powers of Corruption and destroying everyone he knew and loved. “But that’s okay,” he added, smiling and pulling Atsushi and Akutagawa into a hug as he shoved those dark memories aside. “Because having you two is already a dream come true.”

Akutagawa snorted. “Any cornier, and you’d be growing out of the ground.” Despite his teasing words, his cheeks were tinged with pink.

“Oh, Chuuya-san!” Atsushi gushed, tears springing up in his eyes. “Do you really love us that much?”

Chuuya kissed Atsushi’s cheek, then Akutagawa’s. “More than anything else in the world,” he promised. Then, looking off to the edge of the sky where the comet had vanished, he added: “Or beyond it.”

#bungou stray dogs #rarepair week day two #chuuakuatsu #here come dat fic o shit waddup #honestly this fic was fun to write #its just super fluffy and sweet and i love it #gee chuuya how come your mom lets you have TWO boyfriends???/#he deserves all of the boyfriends #and so does AKU #HE NEEDS CHUUYA AND ATSU TO LOVE AND CARE FOR HIM AND THEY LOVE HIM SO MUCH ITS IMPORTANT YOU GUYS #and atsu definitely deserves plenty of love and kindness as well #he's a good and sweet boy and i love him

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