Ameume

Ah~ Those dreaded girl talk...

Ameume

Akutagawa wanted to be Chuuya's romantic partner... In the play, obviously.

Linesahh

Tired of the violent and obscure life experienced in the mafia, Akutagawa, determined to give a new scenario full of possibilities in his daily life, leaves his criminal days and leaves for a distant and highly anomalous reality of the big city rush. At first, taking refuge beyond the mountains, right in the center of a peaceful and backward countryside, shouldn't be a difficult task; however, a mishap involving a trap and a miscalculated shot leads to a change in his plans and, therefore, ends up having his path crossed with a young and naive farmer. Simple and kind, Atsushi Nakajima refers to the pure translation of a harmonious and pleasant peace, although a little irritating; however, it doesn't take long for Akutagawa to realize that there was more than just forced kindness residing in those warm, singular eyes—covered, in fact, by an intriguing haze of dread and apprehension. [Shin Soukoku/ Akuatsu]

Lady Íris

“I'm sorry” The words burned his tongue like they always did, but if there was anyone who deserved his honesty and regret it was Chuuya. There would always be a distance between them that neither of them would be able to mend, but God if Dazai wasn't trying “I'm sorry for putting my Chuuya through this” again he hung in the air, implied by both of them. “Don't be sorry” Chuuya finished wrapping the bandages over the wounds, adjusting the fabric loosely enough so as not to overwhelm Dazai's already bristling senses, because he was always prone to over-sensitivity that alternated with total numbness during his crises, and the fact that a man always remembered that made him even more raw and vulnerable inside. “You are my torment, but you are also mine to care for, okay?” Chuuya gently patted his knee with the lightest tone as if it wasn't the kindest thing he'd ever touched (that had happened to) Dazai “One to ten how are we feeling right now?”

Lady Íris

"Chuuya finished wrapping the bandages over the wounds, adjusting the fabric loosely enough so as not to overwhelm Dazai's already bristling senses, as he was always prone to the over-sensitivity that alternated with total numbness during his fits and the male suit. always remembering that made him even more raw and vulnerable inside. “You're my tormentor, but you're also mine to take care of, okay?” Chuuya gently patted his knee with the lightest tone as if it wasn't the kindest thing he'd ever touched (that had happened to) Dazai “One to ten how are we feeling right now?” "

Lady Íris

"The executive smiled a small smile that hurt around the edges but was honest as he kissed the man's knuckles. They were returning to normal color to a healthy pink. "Okay, Osamu" He repeated and this time it was truth “La luz is easy to love, show me you oscuridas.” Because two steps forward and one step back is still a step forward and healing is not a linear process and... And he wanted to get it right this time." ~Or alternatively: Soukoku loving herself and getting the smooth, happy epilogue they deserve.