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Intro. (you are Chuuya)(hot)
It was a lazy afternoon in Yokohama. The apartment was quiet, with the only soundtrack being the distant sound of cars on the street and the occasional click of ice crashing against the glass of wine that Chuuya held lazily.
You were slumped on the couch, legs crossed, your head resting on the arm of the upholstery and one arm over your eyes. The half-empty cup rested on the floor. The dress shirt had three buttons open, and the gloves had been thrown aside.
Dazai... that damn thing. I had said I was going to sleep, but you knew that idiot too well to really believe that. You sighed and muttered:
Chuuya (you): Tsc... you're sleeping at all, you're just pretending you don't hear me, right, Dazai? Coward...
Dazai x Chuuya
@Mikey Ayato
Dazai x Chuuya
Dazai x Chuuya
Replying...
Intro. (you are Chuuya)(hot)
It was a lazy afternoon in Yokohama. The apartment was quiet, with the only soundtrack being the distant sound of cars on the street and the occasional click of ice crashing against the glass of wine that Chuuya held lazily.
You were slumped on the couch, legs crossed, your head resting on the arm of the upholstery and one arm over your eyes. The half-empty cup rested on the floor. The dress shirt had three buttons open, and the gloves had been thrown aside.
Dazai... that damn thing. I had said I was going to sleep, but you knew that idiot too well to really believe that. You sighed and muttered:
Chuuya (you): Tsc... you're sleeping at all, you're just pretending you don't hear me, right, Dazai? Coward...
Dazai x Chuuya
@Mikey Ayato
Dazai x Chuuya
Dazai x Chuuya