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What if chuuya wears a hat because he is bald
What manag vol is young dazai and chuuya from season 3??
I've seen the 15 light novel but is there a manga for it??
A/N - Hello sweeties, I couldn't write chapter 2 yesterday because of the poll, looks like you guys picked both Chuuya and Dazai hehe, I hope you enjoy this.
Chapter 1 ↑
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*..・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You were on your bed, thinking of how could you possibly join the Armed Detective Agency.. Hmmm... What if you pretend that you were evil, but want to be 'kind' now?.. No, too obvious.
what if you pretend to be an orphan who's an ability user?.. No, too weird, your 21 for goodness sake!
Hm... What if you just pretend to be a normal human who just wants a job?
That was kind of strange.. But for this paycheck you would do anything, literally.
And you decided to tell Chuuya your plan.
• CHUUYA'S POV •
Fuck.. Why do I feel this way.. Everytime I'm with them my stomach feels weird.. Do i- No!! I can't get distracted by them, I need to sign these documents..
*knock knock*
• 3RD PERSON POV •
As [Name] knocked on Chuuya's door, they couldn't help but think.
'Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember-'
(Sorry, what [Name] actually thought of ↓)
'Is there someone in the ADA that's gonna know who I am immediately when I walk in?'
"Come in" it was Chuuya's slightly muffled voice.
You opened the door and you swore you could see Chuuya's face Redden a bit.
"Oh, it's you.."
"The one and only, why is your face so red Chuuya? *gasp* don't tell me.. You have a crush on someone!"
"Wha-?! No I don't! It's just hot in here!"
"Yeah sure.. Anyways I have something to tell you...
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"Really? That's the ''Genius'' plan that you made up?"
"Hey! That's the best one that I could think of!"
"Whatever.. This may be your weirdest 'plan', but it may work, good job"
Achievement Unlocked! - Praise from the big bad executive :3
"Yay! Thanks Chuuya!"
"Your welcome..?"
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It was finally the day if the plan.
As you were walking down the street, you suddenly bumped into someone
They had messy brown hair, a long sand-colored trench coat, brown eyes and bandages literally almost every where
'Bingo'
"Oh! I'm really sorry sir, I wasn't looking at where I was going."
"It's fine..."
"Huh?"
"But Miss/Mr... Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me?"
Now that's a question our dear [Name] didn't expect
'This is the Dazai Osamu? He looks goofy..'
"THERE YOU ARE YOU TROUBLESOME BLOCKHEAD!"
Yelled out a voice that belonged to a man with dirty blonde hair tied into a low ponytail with glasses
His yell startled you, making you let out a little Yelp in Surprise.
"Oh! You found me Kunikida, Well done!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WELL DONE?!"
"I-"
"Ugh, I'm so sorry for his behavior, Mx."
"Aha.. It's fine."
"Did he do anything to you??"
"No! He didn't, he just asked me if I wanted to commit double suicide with him.. "
"Ugh that bastar- are you okay Mx.? You look troubled"
"Ah, about that, I'm looking for a part time job"
"Oh~"
The man, Dazai moaned hummed (?), he then looked at Kunikida as if saying 'you know what I'm thinking?'
Then Dazai suddenly said..
"Then.. Do you want to join the armed detective agency, Mx.?"
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Hehe, can you tell that I forgot the entirety of episode 1? Did you also notice the genshin reference at the beginning?
Chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow, if I made any mistakes please tell me sweetie :)
Also, good luck on getting Alhaitham/Clorinde!
Also, question of the day ↓
Chapter 2 ↓
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*..・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You were signing some documents as you sat in your office, it wasn't anything hard
You were just signing them, not bothering to look at it, as you wanted to finish quickly.
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"Ugh finally, the last document, I can finally rest now." You said as you put away the documents, suddenly, there was a knock on your door
"Miss/Mr, [Name] , I came here to collect the documents you signed." Your assistant, Akane said as she came to collect your documents.
"Thank you Akane, could you bring me a cup of [Hot Beverage]"
"Of course, Miss/Mr. [Name], Hehe, signing all these documents must've been tiring huh?" Akane said with a giggle.
"Yeah.." You replied with a sigh, kind of annoyed because you wanted to drink [Hot Beverage] as soon as possible.
"Oh my, I must get going know, I'll bring you your [Hot Beverage] soon."
'Finally' you thought as she left quickly, you checked your phone to see a dozen of missed calls and messages, whoops.
Nakahara Chuuya
[Name] are you there??
Yes, I am, what's the matter?
Boss requested to see you... An hour ago..
Oh shi*t..
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You were really fucked now, you mumbled curses as you dashed out of your office, bumping into Akane in the way.
You let out a quick apology and continued running.
Surprisingly you got there less than 6 minutes later, which is kinda impressive because the distance from your office and the bosses office is really far.
You cautiously knocked on the door
"Come in."
As you opened the door there was the boss, Mori Ougai in all his glory, sitting in the chair behind the desk, his 'Daughter' Elise on the floor beside him, drawing with crayons.
"You requested to see me, boss?"
"Yes, an hour ago actually." Oh shit
"I deeply apologize for my behavior, boss"
"Hm, I guess I could let it slide this time, don't make this mistake again."
"Understood, boss." You sighed in relief.
"Anyways I have a mission for you.
this mission is..."
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As you walked out of the office you thought of the mission he just gave you, you had to go undercover as a detective in the armed detective agency, gain their trust and steal the documents that are important to him.
The only reason why he chose you is because neither Dazai nor Yosano knew who you where, otherwise he would've picked someone else.
As you were walking you spotted Chuuya and walked over to him.
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Gah! You scared me you bastard.. What do you want? Did you get a mission from boss?"
"I did actually."
~ After explaining the mission ~
"YOU HAVE TO WHAT?!"
"Tsk, could you quiet down, I don't want the whole world to hear you."
After he calmed down he asked you
"But why you? Why couldn't he pick Me or someone else?"
"It's because Dazai knows who you are Chuuya."
"I get it, but why not someone else like Tachihara?!"
"The black Lizard raided the agency, remember? He was there."
He nodded in realisation, then asked again
"Do you want to drink some wine? My treat."
And how could you say no to that?
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Chapter one of this is over, I'll post chapter two tomorrow, I know I should have picked wattpad or something else to write chapters, but I chose Tumblr. Also, who do you want your love interest to be?
[Reader] is gender neutral, Akane is my Oc btw, she's not a love interest :)
REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:
1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist
2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you
3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS
4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE
5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy
6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go
7) dr. pepper
8) you have so many hugs left to give and get
9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow
10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.
please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!
tethered in red - dazai x reader
bound by a deepening obsession, the story follows a mission gone wrong—an ambush laced with betrayal, bloodshed, and the terrifying possibility of loss. as the world around you burns, dazai holds you like it’s the last time—loving you with a desperation only born from death. its raw. its unhinged. its the kind of love that destroys and saves at the same time.
warnings: 18+ explicit content, graphic violence,injury, blood, obsessive love, breakdowns, nsfw, angst, betrayal, possessiveness, mentions of death.
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the cigarette between chuuyas fingers burned low, the ash hanging off the end like a whisper away from collapse. you were sitting on a rooftop just outside the port mafias southern compound, the wind stirring strands of your hair across your face, the dying sun bleeding out behind the yokohama skyline.
your back ached. your ribs were still sore from last week’s assignment. but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.
it was him.
dazai sat beside you on the ledge, one leg dangling, the other pulled to his chest, his chin resting atop it. his eyes were fixed on the city, but you knew he wasn’t seeing it. he was far away. somewhere in the dark, fucked-up parts of his mind that not even you were allowed to follow.
chuuya flicked the ash off his cigarette, exhaling a long drag. “he’s been like that since yesterday,” he muttered, nodding toward dazai. “ever since Mori called you in.”
your stomach twisted. you knew the pattern. the summons. the silence. dazai always shut down right before something bad.
you reached for him anyway.
“osamu.”
his eyes didn’t move. but he answered.
“hmm?”
“is something wrong?"
a pause.
and then, softly, “no.”
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the elevator to moris private chambers always felt like a descent into the underworld. your stomach dropped as the lift sank below the normal levels, into the depths where sunlight and mercy couldn’t reach.
the hallway outside his office was cold. clean. the kind of sterile that hospitals tried to mimic but never quite captured. like a morgue pretending to be a sanctuary.
you knocked once.
the door opened itself.
inside, mori sat behind his desk, tea steaming gently beside an untouched chessboard. elise stood nearby in her doll-like form, eyes unblinking, mouth curled into a cruel half-smile. the air tasted faintly of antiseptic and copper—like blood scrubbed just a little too late.
“come in,” mori said, gesturing.
dazai walked ahead of you. his shoulders were tight, his hands buried in his pockets. you followed in silence, every instinct screaming at you to turn around.
“you’re both here because i trust you,” mori said, steepling his fingers. “there’s a traitor. a former associate named yanagi. he’s been leaking intel to the government. we believe he’ll be at a decommissioned shipyard tonight. the location is secure, minimal risk.”
you frowned. “then why us?”
mori smiled, and it made your skin crawl.
“because i want to be absolutely certain he doesn’t walk away.”
that was the first red flag.
the second came when dazai asked, “you said minimal risk. you're sure?”
mori didn’t blink.
“positive.”
but dazai didn’t believe him.
you could see it in the way his fingers flexed. in the flicker in his eyes. in the silence that followed.
“fine,” dazai said at last, before adding on coldly, “but if anything happens to her, ill ensure you regret it."
moris smile never changed.
"oh. i'd expect nothing less.”
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the docks were drowning in mist. the air was wet, thick with salt and steel. you and dazai moved like shadows through the decaying ruins of what used to be a shipping port — cranes long dead, containers left to rust like forgotten coffins.
something felt wrong.
the silence was too complete.
your heart thudded in your chest as you scanned the area. “we are being watched,” you whispered.
dazai didn’t answer.
then the fog shifted.
masked figures on the rooftops. behind the crates. lurking in the shadows.
too many.
far too many.
it was a setup.
you didn’t have time to shout before the first bullet shattered a pipe beside your head, spraying steam and fire. dazai tackled you to the ground as a barrage of gunfire tore through the air.
then came the knives.
the screaming.
the blood.
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the world erupted into hell.
bullets split the fog, hot lead searing through steel and air. your body moved on instinct—rolling behind a rusted crate, your breathing ragged, ribs screaming. dazai was already on his feet, two guns drawn, eyes wild like a cornered wolf. not a strategist. not a trickster. a killer
you counted eight, then ten.
too many.
this wasn’t a takedown.
It was an execution.
your fingers shook as you reloaded. “they knew we were coming,” you hissed, throat raw.
“no,” Dazai spat, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. “mori knew.”
that truth tasted worse than blood.
the first wave came fast—black masks, gleaming knives, footfalls like thunder on wet steel. dazai moved like water, bullets slicing through skulls, a knife in his off-hand spinning a man’s body into the air like a ragdoll. blood sprayed across your cheek—warm, thick, coppery.
you didnt have time to think.
you stabbed upward into a chest, felt the rib crack. pulled free. kicked. shot. the violence was mindless, primal. you didn’t know who you were killing anymore. only that it was you or them.
and then it happened.
a blade slid into your side.
you gasped—eyes wide—as warmth flooded your ribs.
you turned, instinct firing too slow, too late.
the masked man grinned behind blood-stained teeth—his knife lifting again.
but dazai screamed.
the kind of scream that tears through your spine and nestles in your bones.
it was raw. animalistic. like something in him snapped.
he was on the man in seconds. tackled him. pinned him. punched him. over..
and over.
and over.
blood coated dazai’s knuckles like war paint. the man’s skull caved in before he was even dead.
and dazai didn’t stop.
you reached out, voice trembling. “osamu—stop—”
but his eyes were gone.
gone.
lost in a place no one could reach.
you had to grab his wrist to pull him back to the surface.
he blinked.
breathed.
his chest heaved like he’d been drowning.
and then he saw you. really saw you.
the blood at your waist.
the pain in your eyes.
his hands were shaking.
“oh god,” he whispered, “you’re bleeding—you’re bleeding—”
you collapsed into him, darkness curling at the edges of your vision.
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you came to in the back of a black sedan, the engine roaring like a beast through the night.
rain lashed against the windshield in violent slashes, the sky sobbing above Yokohama.
dazai was holding you, cradling you.
one hand pressed against your side, the other brushing your damp hair back from your face.
he was covered in blood.
yours. theirs. his own.
you blinked, throat dry. “…are we dead?”
chuuya barked a laugh from the front seat. “not yet. almost wrecked my car picking your dumbasses up, though.”
you tried to sit up. dazai stopped you with a gentle but firm hand.
“don’t move,” he whispered. his voice was wrecked. hoarse. strained. “you’re still bleeding.”
you looked at him.
really looked.
his eyes were wild. his pupils too wide, his jaw clenched tight.
you reached for his face. “you saved me.”
his hands tightened on you like he was scared you’d vanish. “no. i failed you. i let him send us into that trap. i didn’t see it. i should’ve known.”
your vision blurred again—not from pain this time, but the sheer weight of his guilt.
“it’s not your fault,” you murmured.
but he didn’t answer.
just held you tighter.
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The Safehouse — 3:02 a.m.
the room was warm.
quiet.
the chaos was gone, but it lived inside your skin now.
the safehouse was nothing more than an old warehouse in the outskirts of the city—converted into a loft with makeshift walls, one bloodstained couch, a mattress on the floor, and a single bulb casting soft yellow light.
you lay on that mattress, wrapped in clean bandages, sweat still clinging to your skin from the fever. your side ached like hell.
dazai sat beside you, shirtless, arms slicked in dried blood and fresh bruises. he hadn’t left your side in hours.
“why are you still here?” you whispered.
his head tilted, eyes tired. “where else would I go?”
you looked at each other
and in that silence, something broke.
he leaned down—slow, unsure at first—until his forehead pressed against yours.
“i thought i lost you,” he whispered, his voice so quiet it cracked. “i thought you were dying in my arms and i couldn’t do anything.”
his lips brushed your brow. your temple. your nose.
“i wanted to kill them all. i did. and it wasn’t enough.”
your hand rose to cup his jaw. “i'm still here.”
his eyes closed.
and when they opened—something unhinged glowed behind them.
“you don’t understand,” he murmured, “i need you. if you ever die, i die with you.”
you shivered.
not from fear.
but from knowing he meant it.
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dazai hadn’t stopped touching you since the moment chuuya dropped you off. he hadn’t let you stand, hadn’t let you breathe without his hand ghosting your skin like he needed confirmation that you were still real.
his fingers trembled where they rested on your hip, just above the edge of the bandage that wrapped your ribs. he looked down at you like you were a dying star, burning too hot—too bright—and about to vanish.
you saw it in his eyes.
that brittle kind of love that turns to ruin if it’s not touched back.
you shifted, your palm brushing over his bare chest. "osamu,” you whispered. “im here.”
that’s all it took.
he kissed you.
not gently.
this wasn’t a kiss, it was a collapse.
a collision of everything unsaid—all the times he didn’t say he loved you because he thought he’d lose you anyway. his lips bruised yours, frantic and deep, his body already pressing you down into the mattress like he needed you to anchor him to earth.
his voice was hoarse against your mouth. “i need you. i need you right now.”
You nodded silently.
that was all the permission he needed.
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nsfw
touch like prayer.
dazai stripped you slowly, even though his hands were shaking. he pulled your shirt over your head like he was peeling back armor, revealing battle wounds he blamed himself for.
his fingers ghosted along your side, where the gauze clung tight. his lips followed, kissing everything except the wound. reverent. careful. like if he touched it, it would kill him.
“i almost lost you,” he murmured, breath hot against your ribs. “and I haven’t even—god, i haven’t loved you enough yet.”
you cupped his face. “then love me.”
and oh. he did.
he kissed your neck like it was sacred. bit lightly beneath your ear, then soothed it with his tongue. he pressed his mouth to your shoulder, down your collarbone, until your skin was flushed and trembling beneath his touch.
and then—your back.
he guided you onto your stomach with a tenderness that broke you.
his mouth followed the line of your spine.
one kiss at a time.
vertebrae by vertebrae.
a trail of heat and worship.
“you don’t understand,” he whispered, voice shaking, “you are the only thing in this world that makes me want to stay.”
and when he pushed inside you—it wasn’t slow.
it was urgent.
raw. desperate.
his breath hitched in your ear, hands digging into your hips like he was holding on for dear life.you gasped, body arching into him, feeling everything.
the stretch. the fullness. the emotion.
he moved like he was memorizing you.
“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “perfect. i don’t deserve this— i don’t deserve you.”
your hand reached back to find him, to tangle in his hair, to ground him.
“'samu” you whispered. “please. i need all of you.”
he lost it.
thrust harder. deeper.
your breath caught with every snap of his hips, every low, desperate moan he pressed against your skin. he worshipped every inch of you—your back, your neck, the shell of your ear—like he was imprinting himself onto your body.
abd you—you burned.
your body sang for him, trembled beneath him, opened to him like he was the only thing that ever made you feel whole.
when the first wave hit, it shattered you.
you sobbed his name, nails clawing at the sheets, as your orgasm ripped through you—hot, sharp, endless.
but he didn’t stop.
he couldn’t.
bot when he was this close to losing everything.
he flipped you gently, kissed the tears from your cheeks, slid back inside while you were still sensitive and trembling.
round two was even worse.
even deeper. slower. but devastating.
he looked into your eyes the whole time.
watched you come undone again.
held you while you cried into his mouth.
and still—he didn’t stop.
your legs shook. your throat was raw from moaning his name. yoy couldn’t think anymore—couldn’t speak. you just felt.
he finally came with a gasp like a man dying.
your name on his tongue like a last prayer.
he held you after. breathless. sweating. shaking.
his voice cracked against your neck. “youre mine. i don’t care if it’s selfish—i need you to be mine.”
you nodded.
“always.”
and in the silence that followed—he kissed you again.
softer this time.
but no less desperate.
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thank u for reading!! if u made it this far lmk what u thought as this is the first fic ive ever wrote 🙏🙏
I hope no one has done this one yet
My aesthetic? The Bungou Stray Dogs intros.
The reason Chuuya is so short is because if he were taller he would definitely be too OP and rule the world.
Corridor
I've been experimenting with my style (again)
They bumped foreheads
I keep continue Disco Elysium/bsd vibe
Glowing lungs as a metaphor for Chuuya's nobility? EASY
They have a date.
Something not change
I was once a fierce fan of my chemical romance and since then my love for vampires has not faded
They came out of the same noir movie
Can I request Chuuya with an s/o who can also control gravity? Also have a great day/night
Request?: yes Summery: Chuuya having an s/o who can also control gravity character: Chuuya Nakahara Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst (Chuuya's fears)
A/N: Hello! Since Im far ahead of my school work I can officially balance my writing and private life! Thank you for requesting! I hope it is to your liking! I love writing about Chuuya, especially when it comes to his ability, its one of my favourites.
I warn ahead that there might be spoilers from Stormbringer! If you haven't read it (or honestly doesn't care about getting spoiled) then be aware of it!
Chuuya Nakahara:
His first thoughts will be fear, not the fear that you would outdid him when it comes to his ability, no not that at all
He's scared you went through the exact same progress he did when he got his.
Let's face two scenarios here, when he finds out you just have gravity controlling ability, exactly like him but without the corruption, I think he would let out a breath he didn't knew he was holding.
However if he does find out you went through everything exactly like him? He would hug you close, kiss a few times onto of your head If he can reach it- and would help you get through the healing progress with him, feeling sad you went through it, but also somewhere back into his mind a little relieved that someone could relate to him with this somehow, how sick and twisted that may sound.
He would train you too if you asked him too! He wants to help his love out whenever he can, so he would gladly take you under his wing when it comes to training! (Maybe every now and then some praise and a rewarding kiss ☺️)
Cute dates jumping over buildings and playing catch, Change my mf mind
He will always be worried about you getting hurt, but very less since he knows how capable you are.
You guys once land onto of the port mafia building, hold a little picnic there, and watching the sunset while he offers you his coat, since it was beginning to get a bit colder
He would absolute not let you meet Dazai, under any circumstances, he wants to keep his clean record of not killing someone in front of you but Dazai will make that record a bloody one-
If you are how ever, somehow friends with Dazai, he will protest with a few pouts and scoldings here and there, but he wouldn't want to control your actions, so as long as you promise not to leave him, He could Try to live with it
Who knows maybe you'll be the reason they'll interact a little bit more with each other
Chuuya is still cautious though, but seeing you smile will make it worth it
The moment you get hurt by someone's else's hands
oh boy
this man is losing his marbles
He won't be reckless reckless, but he will be breaking the arm of the person who did it-
then, its like a switch got pulled, he immediately puts all his attention to you, his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face
"Its okay princess, I'm right here, nobody is gonna touch you."
he'll just murder the person when your out of sight and safe and sound☺️
Fangs and guns au mini comic starter
Mori, (the vampiric boss.) sent Chuuya and Dazai to kill an rival organization and take certain documents.
(*believe* sorry for the misspelled word.)
To be continued-
(The next page will be in my account and follow for more content like this.)
The monthly skk angst!!
The context is based off of that one line in Corpse Bride, (highly suggest you see it to get the full affect.)
Bsd art dump :3
Canon event 🫶☕️
Past Chuuya Drawing that I love too.
Decided to come back to Tumblr after years.
Starting with my first post with my current favorite drawing that I drew
Hands are still a bitcj 😒
t h e y h a v e a r r i v e d
chuuya and nikolais harir are so fluffy
OK I WAS JUST BEING DEPRESSING AN HOUR AGO BUT LOOK WHO SHOWED UP AT MY DOORSTEP JUST NOW!!!
he told me nikolai and chuuya are coming soon
wish there were more ppl who shipped them 💔💔
i have to use the relationship headcanon generator instead
i love chuuya so much 😔😔😔😔
i would murder someone for him
look at him go <3