Curate, connect, and discover
The first time he realizes that Dazai is going to leave is after a mission.
The two of them are underneath a blanket of stars, gazing up at the sky above. They sit on a field of grass with their legs outstretched, moving their feet back and forth, back against a tree.
Chuuya gives a laugh, hands in his pockets as he admires the moon. “That was good. Did you see the way I handled those goons?”
Dazai gives a little musical laugh. “No, Chuuya. It was definitely due to my mastermind planning.”
“Yeah, right.”
The duo sits in comfortable silence for another couple minutes before Dazai breaks it. “Chuuya, what would you do without me?”
Chuuya laughs, low and rough in his throat from his years of young smoking. “Whaddya mean? It’s not like Mori’s gonna pair you with anyone else.”
“No, little Chuuya. He wouldn’t.”
The pair turn back to the stars, this silence sharper and a little more pointed.
“No, he wouldn’t,” Chuuya whispers.
Chuuya was never paired with another person again.