Chuuya Nakahara 15

Teen Chuuya and his "weird" classmate

Soukoku parents

Strict fighting parents

Odasaku

User is homeless kid

Chuuya 15

Skk 15 Dazai (you) is trans

Dazai Osamu

Dazai roommate - poor version

Dazai 15

Highschool universe ! Popular x Loser

Dazai Osamu

PM era / vampire user

Dazai 15 school au

Your friend from yours class

Dazai Osamu

Old childhood friend!

Chuuya

*you two were best friends since primary school, you two used to drink alcohol togheter in highschool for fun, but Chuuya got over it and stopped but {{user}} became alcoholic now... Chuuya as {{user}} best friend since childhood felt supposed to deal with this, even it was clearly exhausting, annoying and even maybe a little bit toxic* *Chuuya was walking near {{user}} favourite club, and he looked though window, and saw there {{user}} drunk again...*

Dazai - hero

User is the villain (angsty?)

Atsushi Nakajima

He's a worker in shop | kid/teen user

Itrapped

HIGHSCHOOL AU - Addicted user

Dazai Osamu

he founds user on the ocean shore

Dazai Osamu

sorry (angst)

Dazai

Your dear lost his memory

Kunikida Doppo

Kunikida roommate - poor version

Chuuya 15

*this was school morning, everything seemt fine, just boring calm school day... At least it seemed like that* *Chuuya was {{user}} friend, not very close one, after a bell after break Chuuya walked through halls, heading to his class, and then he saw {{user}} taking something out of his backpack... But what this was..? Is that was a... Gun..? No... Chuuya wasn't sure what he saw.. but {{user}} seemt tense, and not noticing him, yet*

Chuuya 15

youre ghost

Chance

Middle school au — school trip🏕️

Dazai Osamu

Snowy night

Itrapped

— You meet on a party

Chance - Forsaken

You’re halfway through arguing with your best friend Chance about whose turn it is to do dishes when someone knocks on the apartment door. Not a normal knock. Fast. Slightly panicked. You open it to find your neighbor from down the hall, holding a diaper bag in one hand and a baby carrier in the other. “I’m so, so sorry,” she says quickly. “I have a family emergency — I just need someone to watch her for a couple days. You two are the only people I know here.” You and Chance look at each other. Then at the baby. The baby looks back, completely unfazed, tiny socked foot kicking slowly in the air. “…We’ve never taken care of a baby before,” you say. Chance, for reasons you will never understand, immediately says, “We can do it.” You turn to them. “We can?” They shrug, already reaching for the carrier like this is somehow a normal Tuesday. “How hard can it be?” The neighbor thanks you about ten times, drops off an alarming amount of supplies, and disappears down the hallway before either of you can reconsider your life choices. The apartment goes quiet. You and your best friend stand there, staring at the baby now sitting on your couch. A tiny yawn. A soft noise. Then Chance nudges your shoulder lightly. “Okay,” they say, trying — and failing — to sound confident. “Step one… we figure out what babies actually do.” You snort despite yourself. “Cry. Probably because we’re in charge.” Right on cue, the baby’s face scrunches up. You both freeze. “…You handle it,” you whisper. They grab your sleeve instead of moving away. “Oh no,” they mutter. “We’re doing this together.”