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Once more time stopped and Chuuya's stormy eyes hovered over Dazai, almost seeming to see through the veil that covered him. His heart skipped a beat, like it happened everytime Chuuya looked at him with that determinated look. The personification of humanity. He lost the

ability to speak as in his vision, there was only Nakahara Chuuya and no one else. Life burned Dazai's nerves as Chuuya started to lean in, curving slightly his body and pressing his index finger against the stone with some agility. Dazai could only watch him existing.

Then, unexpectedly, Chuuya gripped the stone and shoved it against Dazai's chest making the latter hold his partner's gloved finger. It was warm and soft unlike his personality. Chuuya's posture seemed to break a little, his lips pressed against each other, eyes softening a bit

None of them dared to blink as Chuuya slowly retracted his hand from Dazai's one, in an unaware caressing. None of them smiled. Finally, Chuuya stood up as he recuperated his typical posture and Dazai's hand was still holding the jewel. "I don't care about what you are going

to do with it, Dazai." he said with his typical tone and then offered a quick and sarcastic smile "Just don't give me this back, okay?" Not sure of what to answer and after a while, Dazai opened his mouth as he stared at Chuuya. "I'll throw it in the trash" he said seriously.

But Chuuya didn't seem to mind as he turned on his heels, gesturing his hand above his head as a way of saying a disdainful "goodbye" "Be my guest bastard." he said as he walked towards the exit and Dazai - who had spined his chair towards his direction - simply watched him

disappear from the bar. After that he put the stone on the counter, with a silent promise of getting rid of such offense - then he paid the whisky and left. The next day, when he saw Chuuya and the boy asked him if he had kept the stone, Dazai said

"It's on the place it belongs, the trash" Chuuya's eyebrows jumped in surprise but then he shrugged it off - like he always did when he was a bit annoyed. "Whatever the stone is yours" he put his hands on his pockets unbothered " you can do whatever you want"

Dazai pressed his lips together in a thin and bored line. Part of him was disappointed by Chuuya's reaction, but he had predicted this possible outcome. Chuuya stared at him for a moment. "It's your choice" he shrugged and proceeded to walk away, passing by Dazai and

- purposefully bumping his shoulder against Dazai's who simply didn't offer any satisfying reaction. As Chuuya finally crossed the corner, Dazai noticed that he had shown signs of annoyance. The thought made him smile. It was pleasently satisfying knowing that he still

had an impact on Chuuya - despite their inevitable distance due to the Mafia hierarchy. Knowing that his actions made Chuuya annoyed like when they were kids, made him feel something. Even if it was an annoyance. It was something. Seeing Chuuya, rude and human Chuuya, made

his day brighter. As soon he entered Mori's office to give him the usual report or Akutawaga's training, his heart was not empty anymore. "Dazai-kun seem happier than usual" the Port Mafia boss commented as he looked down the documents. Dazai simply smiled like a kid who just

got his favorite toy for their birthday. His cheeks were slightly red with eventual jubilation - Mori raised a suspicious eyebrow, but Dazai didn't care. "I just received a beautiful report from a subordinate" he said happily. Mori didn't answer as he traced his hands on his

desk. After some moments, Mori opened his mouth. "Are reports beautiful?" Dazai, who had his eye closed, slowly opened it as a mysterious, yet honest smile appeared on his lips. "Some of them are boss, some of them are." (Dazai ended up keeping the blue stone)