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    Chuuya disregarded the wary gazes trained on him. He crossed to the bullet-ridden table, drew the documents from his suit, and dropped it onto the desk with some sort of finality.

    “We’re done,” he said flatly. “I’m filing for a divorce.”

    And that was how the ADA found out that Dazai wasn’t single, but taken, married, and soon to be divorced—all in one sitting.

    (or skk going through a divorce and making it everyone’s problem)

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    08 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 63

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    “What’s your problem?” Chuuya pressed. “You drink. You swallow whatever pills the Boss throws at you like candy. But one little joint and you’re acting like a grandma.”

    Dazai’s smile froze.

    “Chuuya,” Albatross said lightly, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Maybe chill.”

    “What? I’m just saying,” Chuuya said. He turned back to Dazai, annoyance lighting his cheeks. “You’re the one acting like I’m about to shoot up heroin in front of a kindergarten. It’s weed. You already do every other drug under the sun.”

    The words hit harder than they should have. Maybe because they were true. Maybe because they weren’t, not in the way Chuuya thought. For a heartbeat, Dazai couldn’t hear the wind or the waves. Just the pounding in his own ears.

    Every other drug. Like it was a hobby. Like it was something he did for fun.

    “Chuuya doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Dazai said, voice flat.

    or: Chuuya smokes for fun. Dazai takes drugs to die or because Mori tells him to. When a stupid joint on a hill turns into Dazai admitting the difference, Chuuya makes a new rule: if the Boss drugs you, you don’t go curl up alone. You come find me when it’s over.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    Chuuya tries not to wonder how he did it. It’s hard not to. Half a year of searching and not a trace. No trail, no body, no note. The official report says something about a suspected drowning the middle of ocean. Sometimes he’ll hold his head under in the tub and try to imagine how it’d feel; whether it’d hurt. He comes up, nose burning, and coughs until his chest aches.

    Chuuya deals with Dazai's presumed suicide and, subsequently, his actual defection.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    “ You owe me for not taking me to the extraction point last time. “ Chuuya grumbles from where his head is buried against Dazai's shoulder as he breaths in the once familiar scent that is slowly becoming a part of his life again. It’s a bullshit excuse; Dazai has more than made up for it this time. “ . . . Partner. “

    It feels like handing a knife over and waiting to see of Dazai will slit his throat.

    Instead, he feels long fingers curl into his hair, gently dragging along his scalp. It is an act so gentle that Chuuya almost wants to sob with how violently the gentleness shakes him. He doesn’t. Even if he did, he trusts Dazai not to say anything. There has always been a sacredness to the aftermath of Corruption, an unspoken agreement that vulnerability in those moments will not be spoken of later. Not Dazai’s care or whatever Chuuya might go through.

    ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

    Or: Chuuya has a particularly hard time after use of Corruption. Thankfully, he's not alone when Dazai's there.

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    03 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 29

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    Dazai is trapped in Meursault. Fyodor was an intriguing enemy until he wasn’t. Everything eventually loses its edge… except for one grumpy dwarf he misses more than he should.

    Or - the fic we needed, right after yesterday’s chapter.

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    03 Jun 2026