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when is miss deity ch2 (or 3 i dont remember) coming out????
its been so long since the first ever fanfic read updateddddd
also did you hear that bungo stray dogs wan! s2 i coming out? im so excited!!!!
HIII kel!!! ms. deity chapter 2 is getting worked on rn as I write this! (the keyboard is literally right in front of me lol) but it was delayed since I had the idea in my head but I don’t want to execute it badly since this is a kinda important chapter!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
OMG I DID HEAR ABT WAN!! I actually have to catch up lol so I’ll prob do that as well (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
as a apology for the delay here’s a sneak peak of the tale of ms. deity/the start of the chapter! ( ≧ᗜ≦)
ms. deity.
the tale that has always been a simple warning to european brides,
never love the person who will be your doom.
the tale tells of a beautiful dutchess, known for her enchanting beauty. people across the land wanted her hand in a timely marriage, princes from higher power even wanted her to come to their side for eternity. but yet the dutchess always refused with a flick of her wrist.
“i’m sorry sir, my heart belongs to another.” her cooes of ever long rejection soft and warming, leaving the suitor speechless for years to ponder what type of man resides at her side. what kind of man had gained the mistresses affection? one could only imagine.
legend has it she referred to him as “f” to others, the servants would catch them at lakes playing games of intelligence and witts. she’d cherish him like no other,
until it came crashing down.
the man she loved had brought death, in it’s most brutal forms.
execution.
the two had rotted together one fateful night, love eternal. affection sickening to the core, a lamb and wolf in truest form. her a scarifice for his own sins.
legend says that due to ms. deity’s sympathy and love for such a horrid being, she was granted a return to the world that once held her like a god. some say the man was banished with his beloved to the underworld to truly face a proper wedding.
this is yuqii here :3 your writing is really nice and you seem like such a sweet person so i decided to spawn out of my shell and send an ask of my own! (+ random compliment but your acc is very aesthetic and visually pleasing <3)
so there's that! nice to meet you! your work is really amazing <333
(you're welcome for the VERY graceful chuuya GIF btw)
hii yuqii!! so great to formally meet you outside of lyla’s inbox ! thank you so much !! i’m currently trying to improve my writing and this is a major boost ! you’re always welcome in my inbox ! (๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘)
i do try very VERY hard to have everything in my blog to be visually pleasing ! because what’s the point of reading something if the layout or color scheme is killing ur eyes the whole time? (◞‸◟）
thank you again !!! (i’m VERY grateful for the chuuya gif) (..◜ᴗ◝..)
wow i never thought it would be this quick but… THANK YOU FOR ~100 FOLLOWERS !! (99 to be exact but i like to celebrate early) this means a lot to me to see people actually liking my works !! id never dream that ms. deity would actually be something people would enjoy!!!
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thank you for your continuous support !! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
hiii sugar!! sososo glad you liked it! (even after i absolutely butchered that req) i’m glad my work brings you comfort!! id happily take more requests from you in the future (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡
synopsis : you and chuuya have been close for quite a long time, chuuya’s never been one to get hurt. until now. you are left to take care of him in his state, emotions taking over after a long time of suppression. - from this req.
warnings : slight angst if you think it counts, fatal (?) injuries, the slums, proofreading later. lmk if i needa add any
ft. : c.nakahara, yuan, shirase.
reader info : f!reader/afab!reader, reader has issues with attachment and affection, reader grew up in the slums, reader pursues medical career in pm. other basic info, lmk if i needa add anything else
pairings : c.nakahara x f!reader/afab!reader
a/n : sugarrr ima be honest I misread a tiny bit (A LOT.) so I decided to keep this version and let you decide if you want one more accurate to your request. sososo sorry about that.
wc : 1.7k
it was really hard to find one word to describe chuuya.
was he your best friend? yeah. more? maybe.
but one thing for sure is that chuuya was the equivalent to a guardian angel, he was the one who got you out of the retched slums of Yokohama. he’d often defend you if the rest of the sheep were getting on your tail about how you were ‘too rude’, if honest you were defensive. chuuya would be there when you cried, cried over things you know you should forget by now. you’d never really process how much chuuya ment to you till the day you almost lost him.
it was a saturday, you were doing your laundry quietly at the abandoned apartment you had been inhabiting since you joined the sheep. the day had been going quite fine, no issues. then but a simple ring of the landline set it off. pacing towards the telephone you eyed it nervously, did the landlord finally find out you were here instead of the old man? picking it off the the insert with a soft ‘click’, you propped the phone up on your shoulder listening carefully.
“[name].” the voice addressed, you could tell it was yuan now but the tone in her voice was something new you haven’t heard in a long time, “yes?” you responded back wondering why it felt more formal than usual, twisting at the back of your brain with sudden urgency.
“it’s…” yuan pauses, leaving you to imagine what could possibly be going on. “it’s about chuuya.” your body twinged at the words, the feeling of bugs crawling against your skin in haunting as you lack the voice to speak. chuuya has never been involved with such urgency. it was the feeling of a wealthy better realizing his money horse was not as heathy as they told him, but chuuya nakahara was no horse, even if treated like one.
“ah…” your voice faltering as it comes back in the time of need, your fingers shaking ever so slightly at the realization of the possibilities. “wha…what happened yuan?” you ask carefully, you new yuan was quite emotional when it came down to her dearest friends you didn’t want a sudden lash out in fear and anger from her. you heard a quick snap of wind hit the phone causing you to flinch a bit from the sound.
“chuuya got hurt [name.] he’s not allowing us to help him—as much as we want too, he wants you to help him.” the words ran cold from the girl, you get it, who would ever want to be bitten when they open their hand to feed another. you sigh, worry clouding your brain as you think up a half-ass response for any kind of comfort. chuuya never got hurt badly, it’s probably just a bad punch.
god were you wrong.
꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱
making your way around the corner you froze slightly, the blood trail was quite, unexpected. but then again he always prevailed, he was the leader after all. following the trail your eyes pick up the tiny tooth in middle, from the size it at least was one of the few baby teeth. upon your last steps you grit your teeth at the sudden recognition of hysterical sobbing, yuan. holding your breath you walk into the noise, greeting you a silent shirase as the girl to your left sobs uncontrollably, shirase only points, leaving your gaze to wander.
breath hitching slightly as your eyes now land on the ginger, it was the type of beating you’d only get in the slums, more dead than alive. you couldn’t really tell where his forehead was since the giant gash buried deep inside. you walked slowly, trying to show as little emotion as you could, god it made your stomach churn in ways you didn’t know existed. you couldn’t tell if you felt fear or disgust, either way you turned chuuya over to you, the ginger giving a loopy smile once meeting your gaze. did he even realize how close to death he is right now?
you signal to shirase that it’s time for yuan to get going, the man nods slightly pushing yuan as she swings at him in a anger of tears. now it was for you to avoid weakness, carefully you slumped the man around you as you held him up, he leaned into you in response—causing some of the dry blood to rub on your neck, making you cautiously begin walking.
“chuuya we’re heading back to my place, i’ll help you out.” he only nodded in response, wincing every two or so steps with an occasional groan. you took shortcuts to avoid commotion, it’s not everyday you have a half-corpse weighing your body down. you only stopped to make a quick stop for a first aid kit. store after store, warehouse after warehouse, finally home. you nudged the door open as you wobbled through the door, chuuya peacefully breathing at the new found power in his lungs.
you gripped his arm as you lead him to your old matress, letting him plop down with a slight bounce. with a small click you propped the kit open, pulling out some gauze and some stitches, the boy gulping slightly at the needle — a worry at a needle and not at a fatal wound, isn’t he just precious? you breathed in and out for a moment or two before shakily sliding the proper thread inside the miniature hole of the needle end, quickly securing the knot once after. tossing the result onto the mattress launching yourself off, whisking a hand towel off the the oven handle. padding down the tile floor to reach the kitchen sink, you swung the nob letting the water fall down the cloth.
making your way back towards him back plopping down on the matress, the floor board creaking weakly with the mattress, “stay still.” you murmur, causing the ginger boy to freeze — only after nodding in compliance. slightly pushing the wet cloth on the wound gathering a large portion of the stain on his head, you frown slightly hearing a couple of winces. once finished cleaning the bloody part of the wound you press down on his shoulder leaning carefully with the needle in hand. you watch the mix of reactions chuuya goes through as you close the wound shut with the stitches, as for the rest you covered some of his face with gauze to protect the smaller cuts.
you weren’t expecting to show any emotion — but that damn smile he gave dragged it all out of you in one fatal blow, you hate how he acts like this isn’t a big deal. before you could catch yourself tears just fell down, like rapid rain. chuuya had never gained much affection from you after childhood, so he took his chance at this vulnerable state. hugging you softly as you sobbed into his shoulder, tugging at his shirt like he’d leave you forever.
raw, sweet emotion. something you’d promise yourself to never show, no matter what.
that was the last time you saw chuuya, or what you hoped to be the last.
꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱
you had been enrolled into the port mafia as a nurse for the injured field workers, almost a year now since your first arrival. yet you had never heard a breath about chuuya, due to your department never having the chance to handle that high of rank. you were silently examining a patient before heading out to a cafe for your break. your gaze shifted at the clack of shoes turning to see a ginger man dressed extravagantly head to toe.
you’d never recognized someone so quickly, the same rugged boy you once knew now standing as a man. you can faintly see your parting gift, the slight remnants of the scar. of course he recognized you as well, a faint twitch forming a smile now playing on his lips.
“I see you’re still the same.” he hums, taking a peak over your shoulder to see a patient. “sadly since your co-workers are off they sent me this way, you don’t mind right?” chuuya tries to tease, coming out more awkwardly than charming. you only nod slightly, ignoring the disdain you now have for your co-workers. you finish up the work on the patient, using your hand to shoo them away. in response the ginger slides onto the examination table with a warm grin, chuckling to himself at your warning glare.
“so where is it?” you speak up, causing the man to jump nervously. “oh—right, uh here.” he fidgets his button up slightly before opening it up to the giant wound in his stomach, you gritted your teeth at the severity. you pause poking it slightly, picking up on his wince to sense the pain level of it. you sigh grabbing a roll of gauze and wrapping it around his torso, giving it a rough tug as you glare at him. “I don’t get paid enough to deal with this.” you mutter, the man perking up with a frown. “did you miss me atleast?” he asks, the sincerity making your stomach twist. “yeah,” you respond, meeting his gaze.
“why’d you leave then?” the question hangs, maybe you got too attached for your own good. you can barely remember. “I was scared.” you spit out quickly, regretting the vulnerability in it immediately. chuuya on the other hand smiles, lifting your wrist to place your hand on his forehead—the scar haunting your cold fingers. “were you scared of showing affection?” he questions softly, humming at you idly tracing the scar. “attachment.” you answer, gaze locked on the scar, even at a young age you made it almost nonexistent.
“hmm, well I don’t mind attachment…do you?” he inquires a faint smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes still filled with affection and warmth. causing a warmth to slowly make its way up your neck, crawling barely to your face. “no.” you respond, a short answer, sure. but it mattered to chuuya without a doubt.
“I see…y’know we should catch up, grab dinner sometime…what do you think?”
“maybe, if you heal quick enough.”
“deal.”
req tag : @sweetsugar000. | reqs are currently closed.
have a wonderful day/night!
with love, avey.
@/aveysdollhouse 2025, do not steal or repost my work on any platforms. reblogs, feedback, and likes are much appreciated.
hii everyone (≧ᗜ≦)ᡣ𐭩!! currently ms. deity chapter 2 (3 if counting 0) is pretty much planned out !! so i came up with the wonderful idea of predictions ! the polls for each chapter will be generic or similar , if you have a specific prediction reply or reblog ! off to go do requests! (๑´>᎑<)~*
𝜗𝒞 ms. deity chapter 2 predicts
Learn more about reader & the cult !
Delve more into readers relationship with chuuya or dazai ,or both !
Surprising twist !
You have your own prediction, (reply or reblog ! i’d love to hear your idea!)
hii everyone this is a quick mini-announcement that requests are now closed ! you can still send them but i will not respond till requests are back open !! asks will always be responded to (unless weird) !! (๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘)
OMG, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING MY REQUEST (DAZAI AND CHHUYA X STOUC!READER.) I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I'M LITERALLY GOING FERAL FOR THIS. THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!
hii anon !! sososo glad you liked it !! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) , it was a pretty fun request to work with so i’m glad i was the one to write it!! have a nice night anon !!
Could I request chuuya with a very touch starved reader, like Chuuya’s love language is acts of services and gift giving but reader’s is affectionate. So like he try’s helping out with washing the dishes or gifting the reader something they’ve been eyeing for a while and they cling to him; they’re constantly curling up in his side or asking him to hold them tighter yk?? Sorry😭
hii anon !! don’t apologize this is cute as hell! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i’d love to do this !! it might just be a little bit ! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
Dude if you like don't mind me requesting .. (' '*) could you please pretty please write a dazai x reader drabble where reader (who's an author) kind of writes down a few details about dazais appearance in a certain scenario, say maybe one where afternoon Sunlight hits dazais face at just the right angle. Dazai just sits in that area, knowing you're writing about him but not letting you know that he knows.
Midway through, you begin to fall asleep, and just before you do, you see dazai. His face has turned towards you, with that soft, sweet smile plastered on it, or maybe built for it.
(Top 10ways to increase your heart rate before sleeping)
hii 6!! this is a wonderful request ! i’d love to do this , it might take a while though ! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)
synopsis : you met chuuya quite a while ago, but you’d never expect to become him and his partner’s, well. partner. you’d never think that a quite eccentric couple would love someone like you. - from this req.
warnings : none, mostly fluff, mentions of smoking and alcohol, the port mafia if it counts, not proofread. lmk if I needa add any
ft. chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai, a mention of ango sakaguchi
reader info : f!reader (sorry anon if you wanted gn it didn’t say anything abt gender and I write majority fem.) stotic!reader, reader has hair, reader wears nightgowns & heels, reader formerly worked with ango, reader used to be in the sheep, reader dislikes smoking. lmk if i needa add anything else
pairings : soukoku x stotic!f!reader
a/n : trying to get back to posting more frequently lmao, this was a fun write, I loved this req. I also have plans for ms. deity chapter 2 now so i’d say late september early october! also chuuya CANNOT handle all that🙏
wc : 2k
you were quite ‘shy’ in Dazai’s eyes, often forgetting the point you would respond. only if he asked you though, you’d never speak unless needed, you always found it quite unnecessary.
currently Dazai and Chuuya were arguing over who would make dinner tonight, since you’d already had your turn at the kitchen. you were already preparing a possible reservation for tonight since this could last a decent couple of hours. your mind flickered around to various topics till it landed on one,
“Chuuya, did you pick up my new sunglasses?” you ask softly, it had a hint of sternness to it but no actual weight. the ginger instantly perks up at your voice, face becoming more warm with nervousness than the fleeting anger.
“uh—yeah doll I picked them up, check the bag in the living room.” he responds, a quick smile forming before he continues his heated argument over supper.
you’ve known Chuuya for quite a long time before Dazai, he was the one to help you out the slums of Yokohama in exchange for you to do the background work for his gang, the now long forgotten Sheep. once it abolished you didn’t see Chuuya for a long, long time. he’d never say it to you, but maybe he was the one to get you into the wonderful ‘Special Divison for Unusual Powers.’ a couple of times Dazai had heard about you after Ango’s departure from the mafia, maybe tying some strings together as a favor. by the time you were twenty you had the chance to retire from how much work you had done, everyone was sad to see you leave the association—some had been there to watch your growth over the year.
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reuniting with Chuuya was, interesting to say the least. on your twenty first birthday you went out with some long time friends and past coworkers, it was a nice night everyone was laughing—well except you but that didn’t matter. by the late hours of the night had arrived, you noticed the waiter soon approaching with a bill, a bill you certainly do not remember asking for.
“why am I receiving this?” you question, a slightly suspicion in your cold eyes, expression unchanging. you didn’t mean to frighten the man, you swear. it happens naturally, you’ve had hundreds of trainees think they’ve accidentally ruined a data graph—while on the other hand you were giving them a ‘smile’ of approval.
“ah—uh, the man in the back would want you to spend the rest of the night eating with you, so he asked me to hand you a bill for your friends over here…it’s paid!” the waiter pulled slightly on his shirt collar, responding as much as he had on memory.
“oh, I see…who’s this man you speak of?” you inquired, your soft tone sounding blunt and rude, sadly your expression matching the sound. but you didn’t refuse the idea, it had now piqued your interest.
“his last name is Nakahara, from what my memory recalls ms.” the waiter clarified, you took notice to the sweat now coming down his forehead. you really didn’t mean to frighten the poor guy.
“thank you,” you begin pulling out your wallet before stuffing a twenty five into the pocket of the man, “please do tell my friends I thank them for coming.” the young man only nodded in response, smiling gratefully at the bill in his pocket.
by the time you sat down at the lavish booth you noticed the vast amount of wine and other types of liquors, you always remembered Chuuya being quite the collector. the seat moved slightly at the newfound weight landing on it, causing the ginger man to cock his head around to look at you.
“it seems you’re still as beautiful as ever.” he stated his gaze flickering between you and the cigarette idly twisting around his fingers. the compliment was sweet, but then again you were aware of your looks—you’d never here the end of it in the office.
“ ‘m aware,” you hum, not bothering to look at him as you stare blankly to the restaurant tiles. the man bursting with a newfound laughter, making you lift a eyebrow at the swing in attitude—also taking notice to the smoke ever so slightly leaving his mouth.
“geez’ you still got that tiny bit of sass to ya’ huh?” he remarks, causing your composure to falter slightly before regaining it soon after. the hell is he talking about? sass, you had none! you were just aware of peoples constant compliments! he really hasn’t changed a bit.
the casual theme of the conversation took a slight swing once mentioned his current partner, Osamu Dazai. he described the man quite well honestly, he was a charming man with a urge of death—quite the chaos you’d expect to find it’s way into Chuuya’s life.
“hm, I didn’t expect you to swing that way Chuuya.” you acknowledged, nodding slightly as he continue ranting over the way the man always puts his socks in weird pairs on purpose. the man paused at your words, puffing into the cigarette before turning his focus to you.
“y’know…” he starts, a newfound curiosity in his eyes. “Dazai’s always been fond of women, he finds them to be work of arts. I too appreciate the grace they bring.” the light in his eyes not fading as you make subtle eye contact into his heterochromatic pair of eyes, only breaking it to drink out your glass of water.
“is that so?” you add, mindlessly staring into the pristinely bubbled liquid inside your glass. you gulped at the eyes now bore into you, it’s very easy to feel a stare—even more to notice one of Chuuya Nakahara.
“yeah,” he paused once more causing you to meet his stare again. “[Name], y’know you’re gorgeous and smart, and like really smart.” you could tell the alcohol in his blood was causing him to repeat some words. you only hummed in response,
“how would you possibly feel about being a…a third?” he asked his eyes now locked on to yours, affection clearly seen in his gaze. a third? like another person in the relationship? could you handle that? you’ve never viewed any of your friends relationships like that. well as much you didn’t want to admit it, Chuuya was far past a friend.
Chuuya could sense you were actually thinking about it, that’s a good sign—at least he thinks it’s a good sign. he smiled softly now leaning on his palm awaiting your response, his focus now only you. your eyes on the other hand, flicking around the room—the clock, his hat, your glass, his glass, anything but him. you leaned back letting your imagination do the answering, what came to mind was rather, sweet. Chuuya and Dazai helping you clean the house in between laughs at Dazai slipping around in a wet puddle, you smiled at the thought letting the others fly by.
“chuuya…” you begin, meeting his gaze with curiosity. “how long have you had these feelings for me?” you finish the sentence, a heat crawling up your skin making you want to run out into the street. Chuuya stares blankly, quickly fidgeting with his fingers as he looks away, cursing himself out.
“ah—y’know since…since you called me by my last name, I don’t remember exactly when.” Chuuya’s eyes widen once hearing the faint noise of laughter, were you? laughing? did he make the serious girl he’s crushed on for years laugh that happily? gosh he’s gonna need a shot to get through the rest of this night, embarrassment washing over his face. Chuuya froze up at the touch on his arm, he looked back to see you, rather close he’d might add.
“sure.” you state, it a took moment for Chuuya to process what’d you say but once he did he immediately started to tear up, earning a deadpanned face from you. Chuuya spent the rest of that night complimenting you while hugging you, you’d never think the guy would be this affectionate.
“do ya’ think I could get a kiss tonight?” he murmured against the crook of your next as you ate, you thought about it briefly, you weren’t very fond of his smoking habits you’d rather it be towards collection purposes than consumption.
“if you quit smoking,” you responded, flicking the burnt out cigarette out his hand. Chuuya only hummed in response, shoving his box of cigarettes off the table.
and that’s how you woke up the next morning with a bandaged man hugging the front of you with a smile on his face as he slept against your chest. his ginger partner hugging you from behind, his face on the back of your neck. it seemed they got familiar quite fast.
finding your sunglasses you slowly paced as you returned to the kitchen, your ears picking up the no longer loud presence of arguing. once you made it to the kitchen you stopped to see Dazai teasing Chuuya as he began cooking, you smiled slightly before making your way over to them both. you hummed quietly as you scratched the back of Dazai’s head, causing him to lean into it slightly.
“dinner almost done?” you ask quietly, using your hand to scratch the scalp of the ginger as well. the ginger glancing up before thinking to himself, you’d had to admit it was quite cute that he was surprisingly very short when you wore heels.
“ ‘m yeah, like five minutes doll.” he answered, twisting the spoon slightly as he began to pick up some of the cooking, it was pasta. he held the spoon up to you, now with some stylized noodles you picked up a couple days ago, you move your hair out your face as you move to test some of the noodles. only for you to be stopped by the mischievous man to your right, stealing the food from the spoon. you whacked his head in reprimand causing him to chuckle quietly, only to point out to you that there was some left over, causing you to sigh briefly before taking a test for yourself.
“it’s good honey, thank you for making it.” you murmur towards Chuuya, pressing a kiss on his cheek as you wandered off into the living room, leaving the man to curse something under his breath as a redness crept up him.
plopping down on the couch you yawned, stretching your arms out as you kicked off your heels. you felt a tiny jump in the couch as saw your bandaged boyfriend sit down as well, you only get a moment to yourself before he grabs you over to him, a frown twitching at the ends of your mouth. he laughed softly at your reaction burying his nose into the crook in your neck, you only played through his hair in response.
by the time the three of you finished dinner, you became quite exhausted—your eyes felt like they would come out your sockets if you didn’t close them, you had changed into a nightgown by now, talking to yourself as you did random objectives aimlessly. you stopped once you heard the call of your boyfriend.
“darling come sit down with us, we’re gonna put on a movie!” Dazai called cheerfully, a movie would be nice. you did a quick one one-eighty turn in your socks as you padded down the kitchen tiles, Chuuya and Dazai waiting for you on the couch. once you got there you sat down between the two of them, Dazai humming a happy tune as he hanged his arm on the couch frame behind you, selecting a old movie for the night.
halfway through the movie you felt a weight on your shoulder, Chuuya fell asleep. it was a cute sight, he’d been excited for his red silk pajamas to arrive for the past week now—to your surprise you weren’t expecting him to sleep with a nose bubble dripping out, it was, endearing? either way you didn’t feel the need to move him. that was until you felt another weight on the opposite shoulder, you sighed turning to see now Dazai. you grunted a bit at the now two giant weights on both your shoulders. like instinct you moved your two shoulders while moving back, causing their heads to fall to your lap, luckily it didn’t disrupt them. you leaned your head back on the couch frame, breathing softly before your eyes closed shut in sleep.
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have a wonderful day/night!
with love, avey.
@/aveysdollhouse 2025, do not steal or repost my work on any platforms. reblogs, feedback, and likes are much appreciated.
I wanna request like Chuuya X afab reader where they are best friends and reader is like a person who says she never cares about anything but when Chuuya got in trouble it was the first time she showed any emotions and they started becoming really close and because reader had like attachment issues she became really anxious without Chuuya and he started noticing and stuff and gets worried.
I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!! (And also I love your work especially Miss Deity)
hello !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i’d happily do this request, since like i said i love readers who dagf, it’s on the list!!
thank you for your support of ms. deity it’s probably one of my favorite ideas (•̀ᴗ•́ )و
