I...” Chuuya takes a deep breath, “I felt safe with you. And I knew you would take care of me.”
Dazai’s eyes widen a fraction, and he can’t explain why hearing that makes him feel emotional. “...You trust me?”
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Chuuya doesn't deserve to be anyone's secret.
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Dazai is kissing him
i died
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Dazai rises to his feet, striding towards him, and before Chuuya can really say a word, Dazai is right in front of him, dropping his face down into Chuuya's shoulder.
CRYING SCREAMING
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"Where are you, then?"
"...Pont Neuf?"
Wait. Wait. Wait.
"What?"
"It was in that movie, an American in Paris?"
"Dazai, I lived here, I know what it is, what are you doing there?!"
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So, when he ends up in Gare du Nord station with nothing but his passport, his wallet, and the clothes on his back—he feels a little lost.
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No one can hurt you that bad—except for family
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Because we're friends?"
"...Because you're important to me." Dazai counters softly
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"...and I wanted to hear your voice too."
It's not quite the same as I miss you, somehow it feels even more intimate, but...