Pinned
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Chuuya starts, conviction (and probably some desperation) firm in his voice. “Neither of us are gonna leave this damn room. Call in sick, or whatever the fuck I don’t care, but you’re not going into work, or anywhere today. I’ll fucking hold you down just like this if I have to. Got it?” Dazai cocks his head, and Chuuya can tell he’s really trying hard to maintain the bored look on his face. Chuuya’s known Dazai long enough to recognize when he’s curious. “Am I being held hostage by the mafia right now? Is that what’s happening?”
The one where Dazai succeeds in the death he’s always longed for, and Chuuya and Atsushi will do whatever it takes to save the man who saved them before they even realized they were being saved. However many times it takes.
A study in loving someone who refuses to be loved.
Or, soukoku and atsushi timeloop: the fic
Chapter 4 of this is up!!
Dazai’s ridiculously long legs are crossed, and their chained hands rest on his raised knee. He’s been drilling holes into Mori’s skull with a bullshit eery smile pasted on while Mori gazes serenely out at the view since they sat down. Kouyou’s been glaring skeptically at their joint cuffs. This was such a bad fucking idea.
In which Dazai must revisit an unpleasant piece of his past.