Romance, Angst, Drama, Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort

Chuuya thought so often of Dazai. He couldn't stay away.

The soft feel of his hair. The way their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. The world felt wrong when they weren't together, and everything felt right when they were.

Chuuya hated lying to Mori. He hated keeping it a secret. No, he didn't hate it; he hated the need to keep it secret. If only everything could be out in the open, and he could be with Dazai.