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Okay so we all have this idea that abilities are born from trauma or desire, right? They're incredibly powerful emotions and manifestation in the form of a skill, a weapon. In dead apple it's also briefly mentioned that the dragon is born from the abilities. In other words, that destructive mindless dragon was born from those emotions.
This leads me to think that these abilities must have some sort of physical and mental effect on the skill users. The mental effect is evident throughout the story, especially from Atsushi's pov but physical effect too. A lingering tiredness, like invisible weights on your shoulders.
So what must Dazai's touch feel like to these people? No Longer Human doesn't only nullifies the ability, it temporarily takes it away from the user, along with the exhaustion.
It must feel amazing, alleviating to come in contact with it for skill users.
Now imagine hugging Dazai. Imagine ADA having a hug Dazai day.
Hugging Dazai feels like every ounce of tension leaving your bones. It's nice, it's stress relieving. It's so soothing you could fall asleep in his arms (Kenji does every time and Atsushi starts dozing off in ten seconds). Even Ranpo loves hug Dazai day. Kunikida always lingers on for an extra minute when he gets to hug Dazai. Yosano thinks they should have hug Dazai day every day.
Imagine being Chuuya who gets to hug Dazai to sleep every night. He'll never admit it but he LOVES being the little spoon. Falling asleep in Dazai's arms feels therapeutic. He always wakes up the next morning feeling like he could conquer the world.
I've also read somewhere on twitter that asgr came up with nlh as an ability that ruins everything for Dazai and I just want to think that sometimes when he accidentally nullifies someone's ability and tries to apologize for it, the person immediately goes no that was wonderful tf do it again.
So yeah basically everyone loves Dazai and his ability.
i feel like people are forgetting some stuff about skk...
the whole point of skk is that they're both brains and brawns. that's how they survived alone for so long before becaming the double black. they don't complete each other perfectly, they suplement each other perfectly, that's why they're so strong.
chuuya is extremely smart and emotionally inteligent. at the age of 15 he was already the leader of the sheep, he got to rimbauld on the same time as dazai did. he can use his ability with crazy versatility, BUT he can still be fine without it.
and dazai can hold himself on a fight pretty well thanks. literally on the first episode he was alone against an out of control tigersushi. kicked the guy's face with a handstand from a sitting position while handcuffed. literally leaped out of the water like a flying fish holding his weight with just one hand.
chuuya could be on the same level as dazai and fyodor, but he's too human for them. he has empathy, and wear most of his feelings on his sleeve. and dazai could be as straightfoward as chuuya, but humans are so very interesting for him that he prefers observing, planning, picking apart the minds of everyone.
but
at the same time chuuya gets drunk with half a glass of alcohol and dazai bantered with a dog and ate dog food and both of those things happened on the actual main manga not on wan they're both weak and stupid and fucking pathetic i want to put them on a blender until they turn into juice.
I wonder what he’s staring at 🤔
Funky little guys 🔥🔥
Skk at 17 is so funny cause imagine you’re in the port mafia, about to go on a serious and dangerous mission, and your executives are two insane hormonal teenagers. Yeah one of them can make black holes and the other can inflict terrifying psychological damage on people but then Chuuya is giving a big scary speech and his voice cracks and Dazai fucking loses it.
Dazai, Chuuya, sixteen, going to the movies for the first time out of boredom. They sneak in instead of buying the tickets because they can. It's a horror movie and they don't have a speck of movie hall ethics. Dazai points at every hideous looking thing says "that's you chibi" (the said chibi bickers back). Chuuya goes "what? what happened? why did he do that, is he stupid" every time a character does something typical of an horror movie mc. At some point Dazai throws a handful of popcorn at Chuuya who yells in rage and goes to throttle his partner. Chuuya knocks down Dazai's drink and it spills on the guy next to them. Dazai won't stop kicking the back of the seat in front of him. Every time a jumpscare happens they scream so loud it almost sends the senior citizen front row into cardiac arrest. They gag for a whole minute when the main couple kiss on screen. They get shushed by people around them at least 20 times. Everyone is tired of them. Someone says enough is enough and gets them kicked out by the security.
They get banned from the movies.
Teenage soukoku acting like typical middle schoolers who give their homeroom teacher headache except they're in a mafia meeting.
They behave for the first ten minutes, fifteen minutes if the team is lucky and after that Mori's lifespan starts shortening. It starts with Dazai whispering something to Chuuya and Chuuya snickering before whispering back. Soon the whispers turn into bickers and bickers turn into yelling until they meet Mori's glare and fall silent. He apologises to the foreign dealers and the meeting resumes.
Peace restored but not for long.
Five minutes later they're talking again. Dazai rocks the chair too far back and falls over. Chuuya laughs, because of course he does. A minute later Chuuya screams and jumps away from his seat. All eyes are immediately on him as he points at Dazai while rubbing his arm.
"THIS BITCH BIT ME"
Mori wants to cry.
Let's talk about teenage soukoku and the first time they steal a car.
Sixteen years old Dazai Osamu wakes up one day and decides he's going to learn to drive today and because drama is his middle name, he asks (threatens) their chauffeur to teach him about car parts and what they do. After learning each part and its function (mind you he hasn't tried driving once yet) he happily goes to get his partner.
Fast forward to 3 hours later the infamous double black is being chased by a crowd of angry citizens for unsupervised vandalism (property damage, arson, causing ruckus you name it). Between Chuuya yelling profanities and threatening to kill him Dazai pick pockets a car key and to his luck, it's a pick up van parked on the side of the road.
He only hopes the functions are as same as the limo they use in port mafia.
He gets into the car and Chuuya follows, but he doesn't do it quietly.
"What the fuck are we doing?" He asks as he slams the door shut, "bastard can you even drive!?"
"No, but I'm going to learn now," is Dazai's reply as he pushes the key into the ignition and twists it. The engine starts with a roar.
Stage one: accomplished.
Ignoring Chuuya's scream of protests and threats he slams the gear stick and hits the pedal and they're immediately on the road, crowd chasing behind them.
Laughing, Dazai speeds up and Chuuya holds onto the seat for dear life, all while screaming on top of his lungs. Dazai can't feel his face from the gush of wind but he doesn't stop. It's crazy, it's stupid and it's absolutely thrilling.
Somehow he manages to drive them far away from the people, the city (the fucking police if they saw them, Dazai doesn't know) and he stops the car to a side of the road.
He turns to look at his partner and the older boy is still next to him, clutching on Dazai's arm, hair completely disheveled by the wind and breathing heavy.
Their eyes lock and Dazai opens his mouth to tease him, make a joke about how chibi looked like a dog even more now, but then Chuuya starts laughing. He drops his hand from Dazai's arm and he's laughing like a madman, hand on stomach. A giggle escapes Dazai as well because this is new, this feels amazing, he wants to do it again.
They sit there and laugh for god knows how long before a limo is pulling up next to there car and Hirotsu is driving them back, telling them how he won't cover up for them again. They thank him (Chuuya thanks him, Dazai sings "No promises~" and gets pinched by Chuuya) unaware of the fond smile on the older man's face.
The Language of Messed Up Kids (who never bothered to talk)
⚠️ blood and weapons
Big bad evil man or not, put Dostoyevsky in a room with teenage chuuya and dazai and he wouldn't last. They would bully the willpower out of that man
I know some people like to clown on dazai for laughing a lil TOO hard at chuuya’s rich girl impression and that he was just tryna hit but i digress. Do you not realise the power of an inside joke? If me and my best friend didn’t see each other for 4 years only to meet up again and randomly she just references one of our inside jokes i would be guffawing like dazai. That rich girl impression was not funny at all but to dazai that shits hilarious and i get that. Me and my friends have inside jokes that would seem even more unfunnier to outsiders than that
I love Soukoku and attempting to deny their bond and the homoeroticism there would make all of us look stupid. But I kind of hate how their relationship during the Mafia days gets interpreted by most of the fandom. Because that’s not Dazai, and Chuuya already has/has had that with other people.
For example: A friend who barges into his apartment at all hours of the day and night? Canonically Albatross did that.
Chuuya is a person who thrives off of community in a way that Dazai refuses to. That’s why he finds it again and again (the Sheep, the Flags, whoever those friends were that died during the Dragon’s Head Conflict, the PM in general). So, this idea that Chuuya had no one to trust except Dazai is both wrong and displays a fundamental misunderstanding of Chuuya’s character.
Chuuya is a trusting person. He trusts people and he likes to be surrounded by them. He’d never put all his eggs in one basket especially if that basket is Dazai.
Dazai is the opposite. He isolates himself and operates alone most of the time. Other than Oda and Ango, Dazai didn’t have a lot of people around him that he genuinely liked and enjoyed spending time with. He has a very twisted self image (which isn’t helped by Oda’s misunderstanding of Dazai as a person), so he keeps people away as a defense mechanism.
I’m not saying that Chuuya and Dazai weren’t close at all (their inside jokes, code names, etc. all prove they were), or that Chuuya wasn’t affected by Dazai leaving the mafia. But I want everyone to consider who Dazai was while in the mafia. He wasn’t really capable of vulnerability at all. Chuuya was not an exception to that. Fifteen, Storm Bringer, the Dead Apple flashbacks, and allusions Chuuya has made are all evidence of that.
Dazai’s relationship with Chuuya was honestly probably closer to Dazai’s relationship with Akutagawa than anything else. He did care about Chuuya, but he was probably incapable of expressing it in a healthy or affirming way.
OH! and in addition to my last post where i said chuuya would not be mad at dazai for leaving may i also suggest:
this panel is so important to me because i view it as a way of asking “are we okay?” or “you’re not mad at me right?” and “we are okay, i’m not mad.” type of confirmation. that’s why i ache that dazai laughing till he cries isn’t animated because it means they are okay :( .
I can imagine teen skk staying up past bedtime to come up with dozens of fighting strategies and different names for them. I can imagine them sneaking out of the room and into the kitchen to get some midnight snacks and ending up consuming ketamine brownies.
so i heard dazai ded again, huh. Chuuya shot him apparantly.
You guys, do you know I've like never watched bsd? Do you know how heartbreaking weird it is to me that every other day one half of my ship keeps killing the other off, like canonically?
Like first dazai drowns chuuya, then chuuya shoots dazai. Everybody says pray for him but here i am for one (1) day i wish they could stop freaking killing each other off so i can at least properly pretend soukoku is canon goddammit!
SKK MATCHING PFP
I finally finished this… it’s f2u and you don’t have to credit! :)
HEART, chuuya nakahara
chuuya nakahara x fem!!reader summary: chuuya arrives home a lot later than usual only to find his panicky girlfriend in tears. tw!! angst, swearing, suggestive themes, death mentions (sorta) notes: this sucks and if Chuuya seems ooc I apologise- my brain is all over the place atm lol
Chuuya's muscles ached with exhaustion as he stood in the elevator that would take him up to his comfortable apartment. His coat was folded over his left arm and his signature fedora tipped over his head casting a shade across his tired face.
The elevator pinged and he sighed in relief as the metal doors slid open. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers, he stepped out and headed down the long hall until his front door was finally in view.
Now as a port mafia executive, Chuuya was on edge and prepared for nearly everything. Possible sneak attacks, gunfire, ambushes, explosions- you name it. But what surprised him when he walked through his front door? something small and fluffy smacking him on the chest.
His eyebrows furrow almost comedically and he turns his head to glance down at what on earth he had been hit with only to see his girlfriend's stuffed lamb plushie staring back at him with its (in Chuuya's opinion) large creepily stitched eyes.
Blinking in surprise, he lifts his head back upwards to see the culprit of the attack- his girlfriend, y/n. Usually when he got home y/n would be waiting for him on the couch or in their bedroom and she would get extremely excited when she would see him.
Due to his busy schedule, the pair rarely got to see each other so despite his constant scolding y/n would stay up late just so she could see him after work and she would wake up at the same time as him every morning to see him off before she headed to her own work.
Routinely, she would usually come bouncing over to him excitedly and pull him in for a long kiss or a tight hug (which usually led to Chuuya informing her that he couldn't breathe).
But tonight was different and he had known the second he walked through the door that it was- looking at her face only confirmed his suspicions.
A usually bright and excitable y/n who would typically wear a bubbly smile at the mere sight of Chuuya instead wore a distressed expression as tears flowed down her pale cheeks.
Chuuya is exhausted but the exhaustion seems to fade as he is instead overcome with worry for his lover. --"y/n? what's wrong?"He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he shuts the door behind him and walks towards her, throwing his coat to the side carelessly- glancing from side to side to see if he could detect any signs of threat in their small apartment that would cause her to cry.
However, the second he got close to her he was met with her smacking his chest with her hand, her face scrunched up as tears flowed down her cheeks. He blinked in surprise and stood straight for a second as she smacked his chest again- this didn't hurt him of course not only because she wasn't exactly the strongest person he knew but because he wasn't even really focussing on the hits- more observing her expressions.
"Woah, woah, woah-"He grabs her wrists as she starts to smack his chest repeatedly- her bottom lip trembling as her chest starts to heave in what appeared to be a mixture of fear and panic. "What's wrong, doll?"He asks her- his voice as soft as possible to try and calm her down.
"I-I thought something ha-"Her voice wavered as she breathed heavily. "Breathe."He whispered to her softly, his gloved hands sliding from her wrists and up her arms causing her to shiver at the material. "W-What took you so long?"She finally manages out shakily- tears dripping from her chin.
A confused look appears on Chuuya's face for a second. --"I-I thought something h-happened to you-"She rushes out in a panicky voice causing his eyes to widen in surprise.
Chuuya and y/n have been dating for around 7 months and since the executive could see that things were becoming serious with her- he decided to tell her about his job. He told her this last week and she had seemed a bit sceptical at first but ultimately told him it didn't bother her much and that she still loved him.
However, she may have sort of lied on half of that response. She still loves him of course- she doesn't think she'll ever love someone as much as she does Chuuya. But ever since he informed her of his position with the Mafia and what his job entails- she had been plagued with nightmares.
The fear of losing him had been bottling up in her for over a week and him returning home tonight much later than usual caused it to spill all over.
"y/n-"He says her name softly- removing his hands from her arms as he slid his leather gloves off. "I-I didn't know i-if anything happened to you o-or if you were in danger," She hiccups through salty tears and a wobbly bottom lip.
His face softens at the tone of her voice and he frowns sympathetically. y/n doesn't have anyone in her life besides Chuuya. She lost both of her parents when she was 16 and doesn't have any living relatives. Chuuya's all that she really has and the idea of possibly losing him terrified her.
"M'sorry, baby- the boss gave me a shit tonna' paperwork to do." he sighs softly, his naked hands lifting to cradle her face gently- using his thumbs to catch some of her stray tears.
That's understandable enough, she thought to herself as her breathing continued to slightly speed. "W-Why didn't you call?"She rasps to him, nuzzling her face into his hands as her glossy eyes searched his expression.
He clicks his tongue and sighs, pulling one hand from her face to fish his phone out of his pocket- he waves the device in the air. "stupid thing died."He hums, clicking the button on the side to show the drained battery.
A pout forms on her lips without her noticing as she sniffles and glances at the floor and her cheeks begin to flare in embarrassment at her obvious continuing overreaction. --"I-"Her voice wavered again and she swallowed.
A soft chuckle leaves Chuuya's lips as his hand comes back to her cheeks so he was cradling her entire face in his grasp. --"I'm okay, dollface."He tells her. --"I am the strongest fuckin' thing the Mafia has you don't have to worry about me."He whispers, activating his ability briefly so his hat can lift from his head and whiz over to drop onto the hat rack he kept by the door. He lets his forehead touch hers as her breathing shakes about almost unpredictably.
Y/n is a worrier and Chuuya had known that when he pursued her. She suffered frequent panic attacks and could be rather clingy when it came to ultimately parting with him. So he wasn't surprised that even though she could see him with her own two eyes she was still panicking over his safe return.
Her head was all over the place and she had spent a better half of the night panicking that he may have gotten killed on a mission. She hadn't fully stepped out of the worrisome frame of mind and so even though she could feel the touch of his hand- her heart continued to race with worry.
Licking his lips, Chuuya slid one of his hands from her cheek to grab ahold of her hand- lifting her palm to press against his chest just over his heart. Her breath hitches as she feels the steady beat of his heart against her palm. Keeping his forehead pressed to hers- he held her hand in place against his chest.
"It's cute you worry so much."He mumbled to her, causing her to snap her gaze from her hand over his heart to his eyes. Her cheeks warm and she doesn't move her hand away from his chest- wanting the most confirmation of his living breathing self she could get.
"But you really don't have to."He adds on after a short second. --"The last thing you have to do is worry about me while I'm on a job, okay?"He tells her in a serious voice with a nod.
A slow sigh leaves her lips and she nods her head with his movements, her hand moving from his chest and up to his neck. "Promise you'll always come back to me?"She whispers shakily, blinking her wet eyelashes at him.
A normal person would know not to promise something like that. You don't want to wrap the person you love in a false sense of security. But Chuuya isn't any normal person. He's confident in his abilities and knows damn well that there's not a single soul in Japan that could take on his ability or his strength.
"I promise."He whispered confidently, no shred of doubt in his voice or expression. She notably relaxes at his confidence and nods her head, both of her arms now hooked around his neck. --"Okay?"He whispers encouragingly.
A small smile appears on her face for the first time that night and he grins as she nods. "no more tears, okay, pretty girl?"He says softly, brushing his thumbs up and down her cheekbones- wiping away some of the tear stains on her cheeks.
The corners of her lips twitch at the affection and she nods again. "okay."She murmurs with a sniffle, caressing the sides of his neck with her hands as they go silent for a few short seconds.
"Start taking a phone charger with you to work."She finally mumbles after a comfortable silence causing him to let out a loud belly laugh as he nuzzled his nose against hers with a toothy grin.
"Deal." he chuckles just before pressing his mouth to hers- grinning against her lips. The kiss took her breath away and he immediately pulled her as close to his body as he could; wrapping an arm around her back and around her waist.
The kiss was soft and yearning; a complete contrast to their typically immediate hot and heavy ones. Chuuya felt the need to lure her into a sense of security so he kept his movements slow and steady- treating her like a precious flower petal that could wilt with the wrong move.
Her cheeks flush and he pulls her close to his chest- practically devouring her whole as his fingers slowly slide into her hair. Her spine arches to press herself against his body more- her arms tightening around his neck as his arm could tightly around her waist.
"Sorry, I was late, doll."He murmured against her lips again- sensing that she was still slightly annoyed for worrying her. Her brain goes fuzzy and her stomach flips as one of his hands slides from her hair and down to her hip.
She curls her fingers into his soft copper hair posessively and tugs gently causing him to grunt slightly against her lips and pull her completely flush against his body. "how about-"he pauses to move his lips from hers and press them to the base of her neck. --"You let me make it up to you."He rasps causing her stomach to twist as her breath hitches.
Her lips parted as his lips travelled up the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as both of his hands slid down to grip both of her hips. Melting into his touch, she lets her eyes flutter shut as she grips his hair tightly.
"Gladly."
chuuya nakahara & osamu dazai
