@dogskahara

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

"Shhh..." Checking his hair, making sure he hadn't neglected his hygiene.

His hair wasn’t too bad. it was noticeable in his hair he hadn’t really taken much of a shower, just used dry shampoo. He had not really had the energy to do those things. After arguing with both Kouyou and Dazai, he had semi-shut down.

"You know, you might want to clean up. You could get grease in the wigs if you aren't properly taken care of." Speaking in a soft tone.

”I know… It’s just a little difficult, I guess. Usually my willpower is Dazai making fun of me but I mean, I’m avoiding him cause I’m mad at him now so…”

"You'd prove to be more productive than him, if you were to clean yourself. I'm sure you know he also doesn't do that so often..." Remembering the times he clocked in stinky.

”I know.. I try to always get him to do it when he comes over— I mean. Not like that but. He breaks in.”

"I know that." Liar. She knows exactly what goes on.♡

”Oh. Okay. Sorry.” He didn’t quite know why he was apologizing, but he did.

"... I'll be bringing these to your HQ, you can try to shower while I do that, yes?"

“Yes ma’am…Thank you again.”

She had henchman do exactly that, letting Chuuya find his room full of new supplies neatly ordered once he got out.

#//Oh no 😭#I feel bad cause he’d probably be so excited to have the wigs and stuff but i’ve made him very specific like abt his work and home spaces #as in he keeps them very clean and won’t have much stuff in either one at 15 era

Chuuya left to go take his shower. it was warm and comfortable compared to the bed he had been laying in for most of the day for the past few.

//i didn’t rlly know where to go with this

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

"Shhh..." Checking his hair, making sure he hadn't neglected his hygiene.

"You know, you might want to clean up. You could get grease in the wigs if you aren't properly taken care of." Speaking in a soft tone.

”I know… It’s just a little difficult, I guess. Usually my willpower is Dazai making fun of me but I mean, I’m avoiding him cause I’m mad at him now so…”

"You'd prove to be more productive than him, if you were to clean yourself. I'm sure you know he also doesn't do that so often..." Remembering the times he clocked in stinky.

”I know.. I try to always get him to do it when he comes over— I mean. Not like that but. He breaks in.”

"I know that." Liar. She knows exactly what goes on.♡

”Oh. Okay. Sorry.” He didn’t quite know why he was apologizing, but he did.

"... I'll be bringing these to your HQ, you can try to shower while I do that, yes?"

“Yes ma’am…Thank you again.”

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

"Shhh..." Checking his hair, making sure he hadn't neglected his hygiene.

"You know, you might want to clean up. You could get grease in the wigs if you aren't properly taken care of." Speaking in a soft tone.

”I know… It’s just a little difficult, I guess. Usually my willpower is Dazai making fun of me but I mean, I’m avoiding him cause I’m mad at him now so…”

"You'd prove to be more productive than him, if you were to clean yourself. I'm sure you know he also doesn't do that so often..." Remembering the times he clocked in stinky.

”I know.. I try to always get him to do it when he comes over— I mean. Not like that but. He breaks in.”

"I know that." Liar. She knows exactly what goes on.♡

”Oh. Okay. Sorry.” He didn’t quite know why he was apologizing, but he did.

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

"Shhh..." Checking his hair, making sure he hadn't neglected his hygiene.

"You know, you might want to clean up. You could get grease in the wigs if you aren't properly taken care of." Speaking in a soft tone.

”I know… It’s just a little difficult, I guess. Usually my willpower is Dazai making fun of me but I mean, I’m avoiding him cause I’m mad at him now so…”

"You'd prove to be more productive than him, if you were to clean yourself. I'm sure you know he also doesn't do that so often..." Remembering the times he clocked in stinky.

”I know.. I try to always get him to do it when he comes over— I mean. Not like that but. He breaks in.”

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

"Shhh..." Checking his hair, making sure he hadn't neglected his hygiene.

"You know, you might want to clean up. You could get grease in the wigs if you aren't properly taken care of." Speaking in a soft tone.

”I know… It’s just a little difficult, I guess. Usually my willpower is Dazai making fun of me but I mean, I’m avoiding him cause I’m mad at him now so…”

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

"Shhh..." Checking his hair, making sure he hadn't neglected his hygiene.

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

"...." She's obviously shocked, but not offended. In fact she hugs him back.

“Thank you.. I’m sorry…” He mumbled, staying in the hug.

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

"Some strawberry blonds, amber, dark brown, chestnut... and a couple more." The last one was one specifically because it looked like Dazai's hair colour.

"Here they are," Opening storage.

Chuuya looked at them before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

Walking Chuuya down the hallway down to his new hobby equipment. "Nevermind, I got you new colours as well, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted."

“No. I’m happy about that. What colors?”

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

"You're acting as if you acted out in anger. That's all."

”No. Did Dazai tell you something? I’ll kill him.”

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

"... Chuuya. Did you do something recently? Since our argument?"

“What do you mean? I’ve done a lot of things. Cooked. Cleaned. Slept.”

#//Ooh i see

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

"I apologize for our misunderstanding before. But I don't see what you misinterpreted."

#//oo yes she would #Gosh she is like a toxic parent (IN THE BEST WAY I PROMISE) my dad taught me that if someone says “sorry but” they don’t actually mean it 😭

“Okay. Sorry.” He mumbled, detached almost from the conversation.

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

“Oh. Thank you.”

"Do you want me to send them in? I have them up in recent storage as it was delivered via truck."

Holding a new book for extra techniques, laying it in his hand.

#//U should fr bro i bet she’d appreciate it

Chuuya looked down at the book, his mouth slightly open with awe. He thought his brain stopped working before he responded.

“Wha- I.. Sure, thank you.”

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Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

"I got you new wigs... for styling."

#//Yeah i’m not gonna rp with any Dazai’s near future cause they said they might come back and im hoping on that #//Omg she’s like those moms who make their kids fold instead of apologizing😭

“Oh. Thank you.”

Anonymous asked:

"Chuuya."

#bsd rp blog #bsd rp #chuuya rp #chuuya nakahara rp #bsd roleplay

“….Yes ma’am? What do you want.”

//btw the Dazai person left the app jsyk so u don’t @ them, their parents found out abt it

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thebestmackarelcatch answered:

dogskahara asked:

Chuuya looked angry as he walked into Mori’s office, searching for Dazai. It was not an unfamiliar facial expression though usually it was accompanied by yelling. Now it was not. He almost looked more, irritated and hurt, rather than angry.

“Ugh, I hate Ane-San!”

He could never completely mean that, right now though, it was hard not to.

Dazai raised an eyebrow, both a bit surprised and confused.

"I doubt that..." Dazai muttered under his breath, before tilting his head to examine Chuuya more closely.

He wasn't physically injured, but... Oh. Kouyou had likely said something to irritate him then.

"Well, what do I owe the pleasure, Chibi?" He asked teasingly, pretending to have only just looked up from his paper work- ugh the loads he had to do for Mori.

Chuuya sat down on the desk, his hand motions dramatic as he explained what happened. He started talking immediately when Dazai asked, as if waiting to be prompted, like an on and off switch.

“She said shit about the fuckin’ sheep and she doesn’t even KNOW what happened! Then she called me underdeveloped because I don’t resent them! I hate her! I hate her and i’m never going back to her. I don’t even need her anyway.”

He ranted. His tone evened as he talked more and more though resemblance of his voice cracks and tone variation was still evident with emotion.

Dazai... well he wasn't exactly sure what to do. He wanted to comfort the red-head, but...

Well, the Demon Prodigy was not exactly infamous for being sympathetic. He'd never really... comforted anyone. He'd been comforted, even when it was frustrating and upsetting to be coddled, it was kind of...nice. But he had no idea how to make Chuuya feel better.

Although, he certaintly found Kouyou's choice of words (he could guess after working with her for so long) distasteful. Especially for such a sensitive topic with Chuuya. But... that didn't help Chuuya.

"Do you really hate her, or just what she said?" Right. Use logic with the feelings. That helped guide through it, right?

Maybe Chuuya was thinking unreasonably, he was aware. But all he wanted was for Dazai to be even more so. Something to compare to. To feel better.

Comfort was nothing right now. He cared about those people, those kids who could not defend themselves if they tried with all the force the group could possibly provide.

The Port Mafia are the ones he would be angry at. They took him away from those kids who used him, needed him. He could only remember how they helped him so…so long ago, and he could not help them in return.

“I don’t know! Damnit, ugh can’t hating words make me hate a person?!”

He flung himself over the desk, not agnowledging the things he knocked to the floor as he did so. Just. Frustration.

Dazai leaned backwards- it was not a flinch- as the desk tumbled forward. All of his papers flew into the air and onto the floor. He'd be lying if his eye didn't twitch.

All of his last few hours- disorganized in one movement. He took a deep breath- Chuuya was frustrated. Chuuya was angry and ~~he ruined his work~~ he needed to have a breather. It was fine.

"Sure they can," He agreed, but tilted his head carefully. "But you don't hate her, do you?"

Chuuya needed to let those feelings out, even if it would cause him more work later. It was better for Chuuya in the long-run.

”Tch. See you don’t even understand what’s happening either! Just tell me what the hell you think of the whole Sheep thing! Okay?” Chuuya borderline lashed out. He never meant to be that way, but he was.

Short fused. Unable to comprehend the truth— or what people believed it to be. He doubted he could even talk to the flags about these things. They wouldn’t understand either. After all, he’s a group but they were also competitors. How quick till they see the opportunity to break him?

Well, he'd always been of the opinion that the Sheep were a greedy, power hungry group, using and manipulating Chuuya to their wishes.

But that wasn't what Chuuya wanted to hear. Or needed, probably.

"I think you need to take a breath." He said, as gently as the situation allowed. He walked forward, putting a hand on Chuuya's shoulder- partially for his ability to null the other, partially to try and simply ground Chuuya physically.

"You're upset. You're saying things in anger, which you don't necessarily mean."

Chuuya scoffed. “I didn’t ask for you to console me. I asked your opinion.” Chuuya said, more of a limiter than anything.

Dazai was..touching him. Did that mean he thought Chuuya was dangerous right now? It only served as the soft and gentle touch it was meant as for a split second before he jerked himself away. “What, you think because i’m frustrated I’m just gonna automatically be all aggressive and I’m gonna activate corruption or some bullshit?!”

He glanced around at the papers all over the floor but didn’t mention them. This here, was the Demon Prodigy, not Dazai. This one was cruel, who Chuuya was a weapon- a monster with unnessecary and unmeasured emotions to. At least that is a what he had convinced himself of.

At least Mori was not here… He wasn’t sure of how harsh the man would get but Dazai always seemed… unnatural around him. A word Chuuya could not describe and in the opposite way of the thing he felt around Dazai.

Okay, so this was a really pissed off Chuuya- he had an internal meter in his head, and this was ringing quite high up on the scale.

"I'm trying to make you think about what you're saying." He gritted out. Oh, his own frustration was starting to make itself known. He was really trying to be helpful, to not make this situation worse, but it wasn't working!

"You're not going to get anywhere by raging about your feelings," That's what every book he read said. It's what Odasaku said, when Dazai had been angry that once. "You're just making a mess." Both inside and out.

Friends were supposed to help each other right? Partners were supposed to support each other. So, he had to do that now.

...even if the Chibi was being an ass.

”I’m going home. You nor Kouyou is any help!” He pushed himself up from the desk to walk out of the room. “I’ve thought a lot about everything i’m saying and you act like I’m stupid! Like some damn child you’re just avoiding my actual question! I hate you all!” He barked out at the boy.

He did not want to handle this place anymore. Calm, alone was home. Sometimes, as long as Arahabaki did not interfere with his already approaching headache. He shot Dazai one last glare before he turned to walk out, his fingers clutching the door handle a little bit too hard.

His eye twitched- Great, now the door hinges were loose!- as he watched Chuuya leave. What was he supposed to do? Follow him? Leave him be? Could be call Odasaku for advice?

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to think. "Dumb Chibi..." He muttered under his breath, kneeling down to look at his papers.

And that was another thing! When Dazai was angry, on those rare occasions, he wouldn't lash out like this. Sure, different people, different coping mechanisms, but now hours of work were undone and possibly ruined.

Maybe that was unfair to Chuuya. He deserved to be angry and upset, and he more than deserved to let it out. But...

He sighed again, manhandling the desk back into place- surprisingly difficult alone. Thankfully, only a few papers had been crumpled.