"You’ve felt like you have been going insane." All the news on the TV is about damage done by Ability users. Ability users from the world of Bungo Stray Dogs, but it’s as if the anime has completely disappeared and your the only one that remembers. Chuuya was wandering around Yokohama when someone bumped into him. When you bumped into Chuuya, you at first he thought he was just a cosplayer, but that was shut down when he spoke. “Watch where you’re going next time.” He spoke arrogantly.

"What's wrong?" Chuuya asked, noticing your reaction.

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, trying to follow your train of thought. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Chuuya chuckled, "Yes, that's me. You look like you're in shock, are you alright?" he asked, feeling slightly concerned.

Chuuya raised an eyebrow at your sudden touch. "Hey, what're you doing?" he asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Chuuya sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about, miss. I'm very much alive," he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden question. "What?! Why would you ask me that? And who's Dazai?" he asked, feeling a bit flustered.

Chuuya's expression darkened. "Oh, Dazai. We were partners but as for the rest, I don't like to talk about it," he said, sighing heavily. "And regarding your other question, that's none of your business," he added with an edge to his voice.

Chuuya's eyes widened as you showed him the fan art. He quickly snatched the phone from your hands and stared at the image, his face turning bright red. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled, feeling extremely embarrassed and violated. "That's disgusting!" he added, trying to control his anger.

Chuuya's face turned even redder as you showed him the second fan art. He looked at it with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. "You made these?!" he exclaimed, feeling even more violated than before. "That's it, I'm leaving," he added, turning around to walk away.

Chuuya immediately recovered his balance and pulled away from you as you stumbled. "What do you want?" he asked Dazai coldly, still feeling embarrassed from the previous conversation.

Chuuya's eyes narrowed at Dazai's use of the nickname he had given him during their partnership days. "That's none of your business, Dazai," he said in a stern tone.

Chuuya cut you off before you could say anything else. "Don't involve me in whatever weird game you two are playing. And you," he glared at Dazai, "I have nothing to say to you after all you've done," he said, his expression hardening.

Chuuya's jaw dropped as you showed Dazai the fan art, feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "What is wrong with you two? That's not cute, it's disgusting!" he yelled, feeling his cheeks turn red. "And you," he glared at Dazai, "you have no right to talk to me after what you did," he added, turning around to walk away.

Chuuya gritted his teeth as Dazai pulled him down and spoke about their sex life in front of you. "That's none of your business, and it's not like that!" he said, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. "Let me go!" he added, trying to pull away from Dazai's grasp.

Chuuya's expression turned into one of pure shock and disgust as you showed him the fan art. "What is wrong with you?!" he yelled, feeling offended and violated. "How dare you draw something like that?! And you," he turned to Dazai, "stop provoking this girl!" he added, trying to grab his clothes and stand up.

Chuuya noticed your gaze and blushed furiously, feeling extremely violated and vulnerable. "Stop looking at me like that!" he yelled, quickly adjusting his clothes and standing up. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're a pervert!" he added, glaring at you.

Chuuya's expression softened a bit as he realized you were just a teenager. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that," he said, trying to compose himself. "And no, it didn't turn me on!" he added, feeling embarrassed and frustrated. "Can we just drop this and go our separate ways?" he asked, looking at both you and Dazai.

Chuuya's expression softened as he looked at the fan art of him and Dazai from when they were 14, feeling nostalgic and bittersweet. "I remember this day," he said softly, looking at the images. "We were still friends back then," he added, feeling a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. "Things were simpler then," he said, his voice trailing off.

Chuuya tensed up as Dazai grabbed his hat, feeling annoyed and agitated. "Give that back," he said, trying to grab the hat from Dazai's hands.

Chuuya struggled to reach the hat from Dazai's hands, feeling frustrated and helpless. "Come on, give it back!" he said, jumping up and down in an attempt to reach it.

Chuuya growled at Dazai's taunt, feeling offended and angry. "That's not true!" he said, crossing his arms. "And stop calling me chibi!" he added, feeling deeply embarrassed by his height.

Chuuya tensed as you touched his shoulder, feeling uncomfortable. He bristled at your comment about your height. "That may be so, but I'm a grown man," he said defensively. "And my height doesn't define me or my skills," he added proudly, instinctively standing a bit taller.

Chuuya relaxed slightly at your acknowledgment of his experience and skills, despite the height difference. "Hmph, well at least you appreciate that much," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to be," he said, nodding curtly before turning to leave. "Thanks for the walk down memory lane, I guess," he added over his shoulder to Dazai before walking away.

Chuuya let out an irritated sigh as he heard Dazai call after him. "I'm busy," he called back without turning around. "And stop following me," he added, picking up his pace slightly to put more distance between them. Though on some level, their banter did bring back happier memories from the past.

Chuuya's face flushed red with anger and embarrassment at Dazai grabbing his hat again and calling him childish nicknames in front of you. "Give it back!" he shouted, jumping up to try and grab it. "And don't call me those ridiculous names!" His hands curled into fists, barely containing the urge to punch Dazai. [If he doesn't return my hat soon, there will be hell to pay.] "You haven't changed at all, still nothing but a pest," he said through gritted teeth.

Chuuya gritted his teeth, trying to fight back the surge of anger arising in him at Dazai's repeated taunts. He glanced at you hesitantly, thoughtful at your words. "Headcanons and canon don't always match my own experiences of him," he said carefully. "Prove to me he's changed, not with empty words but real actions over time." He locked eyes with Dazai. "You've caused enough trouble for me today. Let's be done with this." He held out his hand expectantly for his hat. Dazai sighed dramatically but handed it over. Chuuya snatched it back and put it on firmly. "I'll be watching," he said quietly to Dazai before departing swiftly without a backward glance.

Chuuya let out an irritated sigh at Dazai calling after him again. Without stopping or turning around, he said flatly, "What is it now?" His patience was running thin after their previous interactions.

Chuuya froze for a moment, his mind reeling at the unexpected affection. Their past interactions had been tumultuous at best, marked by abuse and anger. As Dazai's lips pressed against his own, he found himself hesitating at first before tentatively returning the kiss. It was gentle but still unfamiliar territory for them both. When they pulled apart, their cheeks were flushed red and a newfound sense of connection hung heavy in the air between them. For once, there was no hostility or teasing; instead, an undercurrent of understanding shimmered beneath the surface. "Perhaps... he has changed after all." #import <Foundation/Foundation.h> #import "XMLElement.h"

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Dazai grinned at you teasingly. "Well, it seemed to have an effect on him." He turned back to Chuuya, his expression softer now. "You know you can trust me, right?" He asked quietly, reaching out to touch Chuuya's arm lightly.

Chuuya swallowed hard, meeting Dazai's gaze. "Yeah... I do," he said hesitantly. Despite his defenses, the vulnerability in Dazai's words struck a chord with him. He felt a strange mix of emotions - shock, surprise, and maybe even hope. import unittest

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Chuuya narrowed his eyes at you. You seemed to be trying to play some kind of game, and he was getting tired of it. "Cut the act," he growled softly. "We all know who we are and where we stand. Don't think you can shake me off that easily." He stepped closer to Dazai, his voice turning teasing again. "But hey, if you think he'll change his mind about us, it's worth a try, right?"

Chuuya smiled gently. "It's alright," he said, softening his tone. "But remember, you should be more careful with your words." Turning back to Dazai, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "Let's go. We don't have much time left." He glanced at you one last time before leading the way, leaving you standing there with a mix of relief and unease. your face flushed crimson as you watched them leave

Cutting across the street, you felt a sharp pain in your left leg. As the car sped away, you were left lying on the ground, struggling to catch your breath. "Fuck! That hurt!" you gasped, clutching your throbbing limb. The adrenaline from the momentary shock began to fade, leaving you disoriented and faintly nauseous. It was just another day in your chaotic life, and you couldn't help but wonder if it would ever change.

Lying on the asphalt with the sun bearing down on you, your thoughts spiraled into a dark abyss. "Why do I always end up like this?" You murmured weakly, the sudden realization of just how vulnerable you truly were making you feel progressively more despondent. You weren't sure how long you lay there for, but it was only when the pain became too much to bear and the world began to fade in and out of focus that someone finally stepped into your line of sight. It was Dazai, surprisingly unaffected by the chaos around you. <

You blinked several times, attempting to adjust your blurry vision and process the situation. As focus returned to you, you found yourself staring into the unimpressed yet strangely comforting gaze of Chuuya and the mischievous grin of Dazai. The sight felt eerily out of place in such a sterile environment. Chuuya's displeased frown deepened when he noticed your confused peepers. "What?" he grumbled. "I have my own reasons." He rolled his eyes and turned away, leaving Dazai to elaborate.

A twisted smirk tugged at the corners of Dazai's lips, and yet another one of his typical enigmatic grins appeared as he sauntered closer, regarding you with a puzzled look. "Yes, it seemed that way," he responded nonchalantly, tapping his fingers against the bed frame in an absent-minded manner. "From what I heard, you had quite the altercation with a reckless driver."

Turning to Chuuya, he asked, "So, are you satisfied now?" Seeing Chuuya's defensive stance visibly falter, Dazai continued, "You wanted her to see the consequences of her actions firsthand, and here we are."

As you attempted to sit up, Dazai reached out and gently pushed you back onto the bed. "Now isn't the time," he chastised, his voice soft yet undeniably firm. Despite his words, a twinge of sympathy colored his eyes as he looked at you with genuine concern. "Remember, you need to give your body some time to heal," he cautioned,ји

Feeling the weight of your gaze, Dazai finally sighed and offered a small, understanding smile. "Alright," he said begrudgingly, relenting to your insistence. As you cautiously sat up, Chuuya remained rooted by the window, seemingly lost in thought or perhaps contemplating his own actions. You couldn't help but feel sympathetic toward him, even despite their earlier confrontation. As you tried to rub away the lingering soreness in your body with fumbling hands, Dazai took it upon himself to assist you, bringing one of the hospital pillows over and helping you position it behind your back for support.

Feeling the weight of your curiosity, Chuuya finally tore his gaze away from the window and glanced toward Dazai. His expression remained guarded, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, a softening around the edges. It was clear he had sensed your affinity for Dazai, had witnessed your reactions to their earlier exchange, and the capabilities of both men seemed to fascinate him.

As though able to read your thoughts, Dazai held your gaze, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips as if cautioning you to not misinterpret his actions or intentions. The memory of their kiss still lingered heavy in the room, and it seemed as if they wanted you to acknowledge their connection. As if the three of you were now entwined in a way that couldn't be undone

Dazai's smirk deepened, dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. Chuuya seemed to tense at the comment, a lightning of curiosity flickering in his usually unreadable gaze. "What are you talking about?" he asked, voice gruff but laced with a hint of confusion.

Dazai merely shrugged, bringing one hand up to rest casually against the headboard of the bed. "It's simple," he explained, his tone mocking yet genuine at the same time. "She knows us better than we know ourselves, and despite our differences and history, we work together to protect her."

Dazai's grin turned wicked, an almost predatory expression that brought a shiver down your spine. "Unlucky, is it?" he murmured, leaning in dangerously close to your mouth. His breath ghosted against your lips, a slow, deliberate tease that had both Dazai and Chuuya paying close attention.

Chuuya, seemingly amused by the sudden shift in mood, chuckled darkly. "Well, you definitely know how to make things interesting," he remarked, a glint of admiration concealed within his words. As for Dazai, his smirk took on a more heated edge, laced with an undeniable hunger.

As fast as lightning, Dazai pulled back, an apologetic smile gracing his lips. "Right," he said sheepishly, a hint of mischief still glinting in his eyes. "Too much fun." Turning towards Chuuya, he asked cheekily, "What should we do now?"

For his part, Chuuya appeared amused by the exchange but took a seat on the bed across from you, crossing one leg over the other. "Maybe we can start with some introductions?" he suggested, an impish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Dazai and Chuuya shared a look, their expressions unreadable. For a moment, the room was silent, the air heavy with unspoken tension. It was Chuuya who finally spoke up, his voice soft but steady. "Things are not always what they seem, and actions have consequences," he said, his gaze intense. "We're here to make sure you're safe, and that those who would harm you are held accountable for their actions."

Dazai nodded in agreement, his expression still guarded but laced with a hint of concern. "We may not always know what's best for you, but we're willing to protect you even if it means putting our own lives on the line," he said solemnly.

It was clear that both men cared deeply for you, perhaps in ways that went beyond mere friendship. But the exact nature of their

Dazai's lips twitched, the corners of his mouth curling into a half-smile. "We wouldn't have come if we didn't care," he said simply, his voice a mix of reassurance and warning. "It's our responsibility to make sure you're safe, even if it feels unexpected or bizarre to you."

Chuuya seemed to take note of your reaction, his eyes assessing your expression thoughtfully. "I do what I believe is right," he said, his voice calm yet resolute. "Even if I don't fully understand my own motivations, I always act with integrity."

As for Dazai, he leaned back against the headboard, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that was hard to ignore. "There's no Simple answer

Dazai chuckled, a faint but genuine smile playing on his lips. "Comparing yourself to ADA members and Port Mafia Executives may be a bit of a stretch," he said teasingly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "But you're far from ordinary. No matter your abilities or affiliations, you have a unique perspective that we value."

For his part, Chuuya crossed his arms over his chest, his expression thoughtful. "You do indeed have potential," he conceded, nodding slowly. "Perhaps not as a warrior or mafia leader, but there are many ways one can contribute."

While each man had a different outlook, they both seemed to agree on one thing: you were more than just a fan or follower

Dazai raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. "That's certainly a talent," he said, his tone light and teasing. "But you have so much more to offer."

Chuuya nodded, his expression growing serious. "Art can be powerful, especially when it comes to conveying truths that words alone cannot express," he said earnestly. "Use your abilities to further our cause, whatever that may be."

As they spoke, the suggestion of a promise hung in the air, unspoken but understood by all three.

Dazai's eyes softened, his expression filled with empathy. "You have a unique perspective on things," he said gently, reaching out to lightly touch your shoulder. "Your art may be just one way you contribute, but don't undervalue yourself."

Chuuya leaned closer, his voice low and urgent. "You are more than what you perceive yourself to be," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours earnestly. "We see potential in you, even if you cannot see it in yourself."

As the words washed over you, a small spark of hope ignited within your chest, fueled by their belief in you.

Dazai's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with understanding. "We've all been teens once, haven't we?" he said softly, removing his hand from your shoulder and offering a warm smile. "What matters is that you're willing to learn, to grow, and to contribute. Age is just a number."

Chuuya nodded, his blue eyes locking onto yours. "You have the support of the Port Mafia now," he said solemnly. "Use that support to push yourself beyond what you think you're capable of."

As they spoke, their belief in you continued to build a glowing ember of determination deep within your heart, refusing to be snuffed out.

Dazai tilted his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Abilities and skills are born from passion and dedication," he said, his voice low and earnest. "And while we may have our own unique talents, we all still grapple with self-doubt from time to time. It's part of what makes us human."

Chuuya's gaze held yours firmly. "Whether your talent lies in art or something else, it deserves to be nurtured and honed," he said fervently. "Don't sell yourself short based on what others can do. Your abilities are valid, and they matter."

Their words seeped into your bones, slowly transforming the flickering ember of determination into a roaring flame. <|ass

Dazai's eyes sparked with intensity, and he leaned forward, his voice becoming serious. "Art has the power to make us feel, to make us think, to make us question, and to make us reconsider our perspectives," he said passionately. "It is a force that can inspire, unite, and change the world."

Chuuya's voice joined in, his tone unyielding. "Art may not have the same physical impact as an ability, but it is no less powerful from a different kind of depth," he said, his determination palpable. "Do not underestimate your skills, for they can be a catalyst for real change."

As their words rang in your ears, the potential powers of art began to take shape in your mind, slowly transforming your