Soukoku Oneshots

Depression Episode

--FLUFF? Angst?

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As the Port Mafia buzzed with its usual chaotic energy, Chuuya found himself shouldering the weight of his duties alone. Dazai's absence weighed heavily on him, his partner's usually vibrant presence conspicuously absent from their shared workspace.

Each day seemed to blur into the next, the routine of the Mafia's operations masking the underlying sense of unease that gnawed at Chuuya's conscience. He knew Dazai struggled with his demons, but witnessing his partner's withdrawal firsthand left him feeling powerless and adrift.

Despite his best efforts to focus on the tasks at hand, Chuuya couldn't shake the nagging worry that lingered in the back of his mind. He missed the easy banter and camaraderie he shared with Dazai, the silent understanding that passed between them without the need for words.

As the days stretched into weeks, Chuuya found himself growing increasingly restless, his concern for Dazai mounting with each passing hour. He knew he couldn't force his partner to confront his demons, but that didn't stop him from wishing he could shoulder some of Dazai's burden.

In the quiet moments between missions, Chuuya found himself reflecting on their shared past—the trials and tribulations they had faced together, the bonds that had formed between them in the crucible of the Port Mafia's unforgiving hierarchy. He clung to those memories like a lifeline, drawing strength from the knowledge that no matter how dark the days ahead might be, they would face them together.

And as he gazed out over the city skyline, the twinkling lights of Yokohama stretching out before him like a sea of stars, Chuuya made a silent vow to stand by Dazai's side, no matter what challenges lay ahead. For in the depths of their shared darkness, he found a glimmer of hope—a beacon of light that promised brighter days ahead.

The tension crackled in the air as Chuuya stood outside Dazai's apartment, his patience wearing thin with each passing second. He rapped sharply on the door, his knuckles pounding out a staccato rhythm that echoed through the hallway.

"Dazai, open up!" Chuuya called out, his voice laced with frustration. "I know you're in there, dammit!"

Inside, Dazai hesitated, the sound of Chuuya's voice like a siren's call, drawing him inexorably closer to the edge. He wrestled with his inner demons, the weight of his depression pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

But then Chuuya spoke again, his tone softened with pleading, "Please, Dazai.." and something inside Dazai stirred. With a heavy sigh, he reached out and twisted the lock, the door swinging open to reveal his fiery-haired partner standing on the threshold, a storm of emotions brewing in his eyes.

Chuuya wasted no time, surging forward to envelop Dazai in a tight embrace that bordered on possessive. "You idiot," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

Dazai winced at the ferocity of Chuuya's words, but he couldn't deny the rush of warmth that flooded through him at the sight of his partner's fiery temper. "I'm sorry, Chuuya," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to cause you any pain."

Chuuya pulled back, his gaze burning with intensity as he locked eyes with Dazai. "You better not pull a stunt like this again," he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I won't stand for it."

Dazai felt a shiver run down his spine at the raw power emanating from Chuuya, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "I promise, Chuuya," he vowed, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

And as they stood there in the doorway, the tension between them crackling like electricity in the air, Chuuya and Dazai found themselves locked in a battle of wills that threatened to consume them both. But beneath the surface, hidden beneath layers of pride and stubbornness, lay a bond forged in the fires of their shared struggles—a bond that would weather any storm that came their way.