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“I don’t want our daughter to be one of those who obediently set the table, I want her to be one of those who flip it over!” Chuuya grumbled with childish anger, not caring about his tear-filled eyes.
For a few minutes, Dazai couldn’t even figure out what to say, feeling his own eyes begin to sting. Then, with a small smile and a sudden burst of courage, he spoke. “Then you flip it,” he said. “I’ll clean up the mess.”
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AKA: Omega Chuuya and Alpha Dazai get married at a young age. Dazai is hopelessly devoted to his spouse.
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04 Feb 2026
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Dazai Osamu—demon prodigy, Port Mafia executive, now an Armed Detective Agency menace—was never known to be possessive of anything.
Not power, not status, not weapons, not missions.
Except Nakahara Chuuya.
Back then, everyone in the Port Mafia knew one rule: nobody touches Nakahara Chuuya—not because of his gravity manipulation ability nor Corruption, but because of Dazai.
Four years later, even standing on opposite sides of the law, the rule somehow persists.
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04 Feb 2026
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“FUCK OFF!! LET ME GO!!!” Chuuya threw his head back and kept screaming on the hospital bed fought hard against the hands restraining him. The Port Mafia’s doctors and nurses —and Dazai, who was trying to keep him from using his ability, everyone was trying to calm Chuuya down. “DON’T YOU TOUCH ME, YOU SONS OF BITCHES! I SAID LET ME GO!!—”
He and Dazai had been sent on a special mission for the Port Mafia, and things went horribly wrong. As a result, Chuuya was raped and held captive by the enemies for three days. After the mafia team rescued Chuuya they took him to the Port Mafia hospital. He was in Mori’s medical ward. During the twenty-four hours he’d been in the ward, Chuuya had attempted suicide several times.
And now...
“BRING THE SEDATIVE!” Dazai ordered in a cold, cutting voice, as if issuing a single command rather than shouting. Intervention was necessary; the crisis had to be brought under control or Chuuya’s body would suffer more damage.
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01 Feb 2026
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Twelve-year-old Osamu Dazai, severely depressed and openly suicidal, had been hospitalized for the past two months in one of Tokyo’s most prestigious rehabilitation centers—owned by his own father. The fact that his older siblings also worked there only worsened things, stripping him of what little privacy he had left. His life was lonely, colorless, and painfully controlled.
Until someone walked through the wrong door.
“Hey.” Dazai’s voice sounded unfamiliar even to his own ears. It had been a long time since he’d spoken to anyone. “This room’s taken, you’re in the wrong place.”
Chuuya’s eyes shifted toward the dark-haired boy. The defiant blue in his gaze softened into something more hesitant. “…Needles,” the child finally said. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as he tucked his face further between his knees. “They were going to give me an injection.”
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Aka. Newly admitted to the hospital and running purely on survival instinct, Chuuya panics and accidentally stumbles into the room of Osamu Dazai, a suicidal menace and the rest is history.
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30 Jan 2026
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Oikawa may not always be fully honest with his best friend, but his body sure is.
God, it’s brutal out here.Bookmarked by Aslanvicchan
26 Jan 2026
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Cringefail mess Oikawa Tooru, how I adore you