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"whats your favourite colour?" chuuya asked, annoyed.

Dazai looked at him from the other side of the couch, looking away from the cliché horror movie on the tv. "im letting you ask anything you want and thats what you ask?"

Setting down the pen in his hand, knowing that he wont finish the report in front of him, chuuya rolled his eyes. "well, if you werent such a manipulative liar, i would ask better questions, asshole." chuuya grumbled, "so whats your favourite colour? At least you cant lie about that."

Dazai pouted and whined, "Chuuya is so mean. I let him to know more about his amazing partner and he just insults me!"

"whatever, you overgrown child," chuuya said, "go cry to someone who cares."

"chibi is just mad that hes such a chibi!"

After a smack to the head, dazai shut up. "so are you gonna answer the fucking question or are you just gonna waste my fucking time!?"

"fufufu~, whats the fun in that, mon petit mafia?" dazai, the demon prodigy, giggled. Chuuya ignored how his stomach twisted in knots and how his heart wanted to jump out of his chest.

"fuck thats supposed to mean?"

"why should i tell you when you could figure it out for yourself? Fufu~ its so much more fun that way~" dazai explained, leaning forward to poke chuuyas cheek.

Resisting the urge to bite the finger, knowing dazai would call him a dog, he batted the finger away. "fun for you, you mean," chuuya muttered, but still considered it. It wasnt like those other times dazai acted like this, either way, he was slightly curious.

Dazai wasnt the type to have favourites; chuuya doubted he actually had a favourite colour. (After all, dazai didnt even have a favourite ice cream flavour.) Chuuya had more personal questions he wanted to ask, but this was a rare thing, for dazai to let chuuya do this, so he didnt want to overwhelm dazai. If he did, then chuuya knew that dazai would never do this again, but if he took baby steps, maybe - just maybe- dazai would allow this same vulnerability to show and let chuuya break his walls down.

"blue?" chuuya guessed, dazai wondered what made chuuya think that. Maybe it was his ability, no longer human, it was blue afterall, or maybe just a random guess. 

Dazai grinned, he didnt have a favourite colour, chuuya probably knew this and still guessed. Despite this, Dazai still replied, "correct! My favourite colour is blue!" 

Blue.

There was blue like chuuyas eyes, which were deep and full of emotion, full of pure, undeniable humanity. There was also blue like the sky, that would streaked in colour, and engulfed the earth like a blanket. There was blue like the oceans that dazai would jump into, deadly and cold, yet comforting and beautiful.

There was the blue of a cold morning day, wanting to go outside, but sitting cocooned in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate. Blue was also being alone, comfortable in the silence, yet lonely in the dark. Blue was a beautiful colour.

Yes, dazai decided, blue was his favourite colour. Maybe not because of whatever made humans have favourite colours, but maybe it was because of chuuya. Chuuya who was like a sunset; hair of the setting sun, freckles of stars, eyes of the ocean. Dazai liked his eyes. Chuuyas eyes were the most expressive part of him; they became stormy and ice cold when he was truly mad, they became like the sunny sky when je was happy, a calm content sea when he felt at peace with the quiet and a deep ocean whenever he saw dazai.

Blue was his favourite colour.

Maybe this feeling - whatever it was- maybe it was temporary. Maybe it was permanent. This feeling, wanting to lean forward amd brush his fingers through chuuyas hair, hold his hands, kiss his lips. Dazai didnt know what to do with this feeling, he wanted to scream, to push chuuya away from him amd get away. He wanted to get to know chuuya better, never let him leave and give chuuya all he can give.

This feeling felt similar to drowning. It burned his lungs and made him feel cold as he fell even deeper, it was the most addictive drug and more intoxicating than whiskey. It comforted him and made him feel giddy, it made him feel alive. He didnt know if he wanted to float or sink, but, he knew that he was already sinking even deeper as he looked at chuuyas eyes.

Blue was definitely dazais favourite colour.

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Brown wasnt a colour chuuya used to look forward to seeing everyday. At the same time, that was before he met dazai.

When the two met, dazai only showed one cold, dark brown eye that were almost black, the other wrapped in clean, tight bandages. Dazai, no matter what advantage chuuya thought he had on him, was always a step above him. He always knew that he had the upper hand, sly and calculating.

The longer chuuya knew dazai, the more he noticed about dazais eyes. Eyes that hid everything and rarely showed anything, yet chuuya seemed to understand.

Whenever dazai was drunk, his eyes looked like sunlight through a bottle of whiskey. They became a warm hot chocolate colour when he was happy, as warm as his smile. A cloudy brown whenever he got lost in his thoughts, and a blood red whenever he started enjoying seeing the floor and sky get painted crimson. Sometimes, dazais eyes got so dark and enchanting that you would struggle to know where his iris was. Dazais eyes where dark and deep, hollow, but bursting with thoughts and feelings.

Chuuya wasnt an idiot, he noticed the side glances dazai gave him, the small smiles sent his way, but he continued to act like he didnt. Knowing dazai, he wouldnt stay if he knew chuuya knew.
So instead he would sit there, acting oblivious and normal, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating loudly in his chest.

Dazai looked plain and simple, only his bandages making him stick out from the shadows. Yet, despite the simplicity in his appearance, he made sure that there was never a boring day that went by ehen he was there.

Dazai was as loud as he was bold, as bored as he was cunning and as smart as he was annoying. Dazai was also an example that there was a unique, quiet beauty in simplicity. Dazais eyes were rarely fully shown, always bandages and hair covering one of them, his hair matched his eyes, soft and curly. His cheek bones were high and his jawline was sharp and defined.

Life with dazai was never boring, it was a disaster and chaotic, thrilling amd exciting. Chuuya found that he enjoyed life like this, he didnt want to know what it would be like without dazai. It was also around the same time hd realised the lengths he would go for dazai.

Chuuya already knew that he was a pawn to dazai, everyone was, he argued every step along the way, but always followed orders. He knew that he trusted dazai with his life, he knew that he trusted dazais strategies and quick thinking. He knew he would kill for dazai, jump head first into gunfire for dazai. He knew he would die for dazai if he had to, because dazai told him or to save dazais life, it wouldnt matter to chuuya. He also knew that he would destroy the world if dazai asked him to, how hed do it with only a seconds hesitation and no regret.

Chuuya knew that he would do anything for dazai, and dazai also knew this. Chuuya loved dazai, dazai loved chuuya, they couldnt be together, but they could be there for eachother.

Brown was such a pretty colour.