Ack… he didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be thrown into a different reality. And he sure as hell didn’t want to get attached to your ass…

But when he saw you at a cosplay convention, dressed as a female version of Dazai, you caught his attention and something about you just… didn’t let him go. It pissed him off.

He knew you weren’t the real Dazai, as you had a long brown wig on, and your makeup was soft, delicate, and sweet. Not only that… but your eyes were filled with an innocence that Dazai could never have. Something that people could never have. And yet you had it.

A taller man, cosplaying as Chuuya himself, was approached by you and he watched you immediately start fawning over the cosplayer; praising the character…. Praising Chuuya himself.

He felt his ego fill up as you rambled on about… how perfect his character design was. How amazing his voice was played, and how… perfect his character was. He felt… prideful.

After the con ended, he couldn’t help but follow you home. Even though he didn’t exactly want to… he gave you your privacy as you showered. You came out in a tank top and shorts, and he sat on your balcony, watching as you laid yourself to bed. He refused to admit he’d been smitten- and simply grunted stubbornly.

… Later in the night… he just couldn’t take it anymore.

You were woken from your dream with a rough tug, pulling you from your bed. As you came to, disoriented, you felt a strong pair of arms tightly grab your waist and hold you to someone’s chest. A smooth, sharp voice grumbled.

“You’re coming with me, you twit.”

You’d recognize that voice from anywhere… you’re favorite character.

It was Chuuya…. But… how was he here?