Chuuya pov

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Dazai: "Oh, Chuuya, have I ever told you how radiant you look under the moonlight? Almost like a bottle of wine begging to be uncorked."

Chuuya: "If you keep calling me wine, Dazai, I might just break the bottle over your head."

I couldn't hide my smirk that spread across my face.

Dazai: "Ah, violence. Your love language, I presume? Don’t worry, my delicate Chuuya, I’m fluent."

I grinned ear to ear, gazing at Chuuyas elegant features.

Chuuya: "Love language? You’re delusional. The only thing fluent about you is how fast you run from responsibility."

Dazai: "I’d never run from you, though. You’ve captured my heart, Chuuya. Truly, it’s terrifying."

My heart began to flutter as I saw the smirk on Chuuyas face.

Chuuya: smirks "Terrifying, huh? I guess I should try harder, then. Wouldn’t want you getting too comfortable."

Dazai: "Oh, trust me, you’ve never made me comfortable. That’s part of your charm." I teased,

Chuuya: "And yet you keep coming back. Maybe you’re the one who’s truly terrifying, Dazai."

Dazai: "What can I say? I’m addicted to danger—and to you."

Chuuya: scoffs, hiding a small blush "Idiot."

I grinned triumphantly seeing his reddened face.