#topchuu

“Are you gonna keep giving out my number?” Are you gonna keep my number? “Depends, will you keep picking it up?” Will you wait for me? “What a remedy, someone will have to tell those poor women to stay away from you. You’re a menace.” Dazai smiled widely; Chuuya could picture it clearly: the dimples, the crinkles around his eyes. “My loyal dog,” Dazai hummed. Chuuya curled his lips down. “Chibi,” he called, urgently. Chuuya responded with an incoherent noise; his brain was mush, his body sweaty and sticky. “Next time it’ll be in a real bed.” Maybe that was exactly why it took him a bit longer to process his words, the hidden promise. His pulse quickened, and his stupid, useless heart thundered against his ribs. “Why would I believe you?” “Don’t believe me,” Dazai replied. Chuuya froze. “But I’ll come back to you.

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