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im gonna need more drabbles about that oni!dazai and one inch samurai chuuya stuff.. I like it a lot
Bro I like how you think!
For those who don't know, the One-Inch Samurai is an old Japanese tale. You can find the basic premise of it here. Chuuya has a Mayoi card based on it.
(There is vore in this story be warned!)
SO, in my rendition for Chuuya...
The backstory basically stays the same. Chuuya is born in the countryside to a family who wants a son. Alas, he is born an inch tall and never grows. His family believes him to be a monster cursed to them for daring to ask the Gods for a child (I'm taking that from the other version because it fits Chuuya's characterization better.)
Chuuya isn't deterred by his size, and spends his whole life making something for himself. He practices the sword, trains, and works to fulfill his dream of becoming a samurai. So one day he leaves home to go find employment in the palace and slowly work his way.
He gets a job in a noble household, and they treat him well enough. Until one day the daughter of the household is taken by an oni. No one is brave enough to go against this particular oni, as it's been known as one of the most deadly and cunning. Chuuya takes this as his opportunity.
I don't believe he is saving the girl because he wants to be with her, but because he wants: (1) to prove himself as a swordsman because he has no doubt faced humiliation and gossip trying to be a samurai at such a short height. (2) Hearing rumors that the oni that took the girl holds a magic hammer that can alter his height, he doesn't have to be so tiny anymore and can prove his humanity and that his height doesn't make him something other.
So Chuuya makes this long trek with his needle-sword and finally reaches the mountain that houses the oni. Upon entering, he prepares to fight immediately.... except the oni doesn't deign to look up and see him as he declares himself?
Dazai doesn't see Chuuya at first. There's the faint sound of shouting that reaches Dazai's ears before he perceives an intruder.
The day was uneventful. He's standing by a fire in his current dwelling, reading a book he has read more times than he can count. Despite it's rich appearance with gold trim and genuine leather, old and priceless, he finds it quite dull compared to the show to come.
It's typically the same song and dance. He'll kidnap someone, some 'valiant' samurai will come to save whoever he took, and then both will die by his hand. Truthfully, he has grown bored of this charade, but for a being who has been around centuries, it's the equivalent of doodling in the sand or watching koi swim in circles around a pond.
Menial. Time consuming just for the sake of it. Meant to give him something to do.
The girl is knocked out in the locked room next to him. Her screaming was enough to sour the rest of his mood. He found it much more peaceful when she slept. There's sincere hope someone comes to 'rescue' her soon.
Sighing, he keeps flipping though his book and waiting.
It takes Chuuya climbing to stand on the table Dazai was near, yelling at the top of his lungs to get his attention. Dazai immediately freezes flipping to the next page, surprised someone was able to creep in without alerting him.
There were a few things Dazai expected to happen when he turned around.
He expected the chanting of a priest attempting to exorcise him, the bellowing of a proud warrior, a sword unsheathing from a pristine scabbard.
...He absolutely did not expect a tiny swordsman. The man looks more like a doll than a person, a tiny sword held proudly.
Dazai doesn't attempt to stop it; he can't help laughing. It's loud enough to reverberate and send full body shudders through Chuuya, but Dazai can see it only causes him to grip his sword tighter and hold it up in deviance. What fascinates him is that the man does not back down or show fear.
"Demon! I am here to-"
Dazai cuts him off immediately, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "My my, I must say, I wasn't expecting someone like you."
"I-"
"I've seen many types of creatures in my life, but I've never seen a chibi before!" he claps his hands together.
Chuuya stands, stunned, "A what?!"
"A chibi," Dazai states matter of factly. "You know a tiny person, vertically challenged-"
"I'll kill you!"
This is always the best part of these games. Men who thought themselves invincible brought to their knees in fear. Shaking and crying for mercy.
Dazai face exudes amusement.
The book is shut and promptly thrown to the side with no care as it thuds heavily to the ground. Dazai moves closer to the table- leisurely, self-assured. He makes no effort in trying to be less intimidating. His footsteps shake Chuuya in his spot, movements fluid but also meant to take up space and loom.
He scrapes the chair against the ground, just trying to be annoying with it, and sits down in front of Chuuya. Chuuya backs up as Dazai crosses his arms on the table and rests his head on them, putting more space between the two as Dazai takes up the spot he was originally standing in.
Dazai's voice is just like the smile gracing his lips- smug. "So tell me, little samurai, what brings you here?"
Dazai makes a show of his fangs as he says it. Makes sure to tap his claw on the table slowly while he waits for a response, just so Chuuya looks at them. Easily long and sharp enough to stab the swordsman.
This is the pinnacle of it- When the swordsman would cower and see Dazai is nowhere near scared. That maybe they misjudged the strength of an oni who has been on this Earth too long. They start to stumble in their words and take steps back with the intention to escape.
Chuuya does none of it. Rather, he marches forward, sword still held up proudly and face determined. "I'm here to retrieve the girl. You'll die if you don't bring her to me now!"
Dazai raises an eyebrow. His eyes narrow and he ponders if there is something here he is missing. This was supposed to be his easiest quarry.
Yet it's interesting.
"Now don't worry about her. She's alive and breathing." Even if he doesn't want her to be. "Let's talk about you instead," he hums. "What's your name? Have you always been this height? Were your parents that height as well? Maybe they were two inches tall and you're still growing?"
Dazai had plenty of questions left, but they were cut off when Chuuya rushes forward unexpectedly, having none of this bullshit, and decides to take the first swing.
The action is swift and felt immediately. Dazai hisses as he lifts his hand to see the damage. It's minimal. The size of a shallow paper cut on his finger that bubbles only a drop of blood at most.
Inconsequential. Slightly pathetic. Barely enough to sting as he wipes the blood away with his other hand, staring at the smear like Rosetta's Stone.
Dazai smiles wider if possible.
"Looks like the little dog does more than bark," he looks down at Chuuya, who doesn't waver at the weak response to his attack. He positions himself to defend if the oni tries to come after him.
"You're going to need to do more than that if you want to fetch, little swordsman."
"Don't call me that," Chuuya spits. "You think I'm going to stop after one swipe? I'll keep stabbing you till you bleed out."
"Charming, but I'll have to decline. I'm not a fan of pain, afterall." He pushes Chuuya with one of his claws. Chuuya guards against it but it's a futile attempt as he stumbles backwards from the force of the motion. Dazai takes the blunder as an opportunity to grab Chuuya's sword from his grip.
He holds it up to his eyes, turning it all sides to look at it. "I have had holy swords, legendary relics, and all manners of weaponry used against me." He states as if it's a proud achievement. "But a needle is a new one to check off my list. Are there no tiny blacksmiths where you come from? I can get one made for you if you want!"
Chuuya doesn't bother responding to such a stupid offer. His brows furrow more, hands fisted at his sides as he contemplates what to do next.
And Dazai is wondering too! Is there even a plan or did Chuuya just come in waving his sword? Perhaps just overzealous and too sure of his abilities. Or maybe he really does bite?
"It's my mission to bring the girl back alive or die trying. And I don't plan on dying today!"
Dazai sneers, he looks back to the other side of the room. A door shut and bolted that hides the girl Chuuya is trying to retrieve. Even from this angle, Chuuya could only see pure distaste in Dazai's glare, as if his gaze alone would kill her and ruin Chuuya's mission.
Why does Chuuya have to be so insistent? That particular game is over.
"Like I said, you don't need to worry about her. Your brain must also be small if you forgot I told you that. No matter!" Dazai perks up, inflection immediately switching from the brooding hatred to a more jovial, pleased look.
"You can also forget about your needle!" Without turning around, he tosses the prized needle backwards and it lands perfectly in the fire. The small piece of metal is not discernable in the large flames, most likely lost to the embers.
Swiftly, no preamble, Dazai moves forward, eyes filled to the brim with glee, almost invisible as he moves his hand and grabs Chuuya. The grip is too tight as he puts him to eye level, arms pinned as he struggles still to free himself. Only there sweat on his temple now that he realizes his predicament.
Dazai pays no heed to the trepidation, only looking like the cat that finally caught its favorite mouse.
"You won't be needing it anyway!"
Really, Dazai has no plans to kill Chuuya. Why do that when this is the most interesting human that has pursued him in centuries? But he also wants to see the limits of his resolve, his humanity. Would Chuuya give up after a certain point? Or is he destined to keep burning until he died? Whichever it was, Dazai wants to be there for his last breathe of it.
Maybe it's wrong to keep Chuuya like this, but Dazai believes he fixed that dilemma. Chuuya isn't a pet but a companion. Someone to keep him company when the loneliness is too much. He would still be treated well.
Dazai's best idea now is to just swallow Chuuya, kill the girl to end the charade, and go somewhere else and keep Chuuya with him. Maybe even find out his name!
Dazai of course makes sure he doesn't even nick his clothes. His fangs don't grace Chuuya's skin. There is no intention of harming him. He isn't particularly fond of eating humans as his barbaric brethren do, but swallowing and holding is a different ballgame. As long as Chuuya stays alive. Chuuya is swallowed kicking and cursing.
Chuuya does live after the descent. He's not afraid as he should be. No, mostly shocked. Also thoroughly pissed off and ready to end this.
Truthfully, Chuuya figured this might happen (as much as he hates to admit it, his size does make this much more possible). His best chance of killing an oni was from the inside afterall. So he takes out a dagger (needle) he hid on his person and begins stabbing Dazai from the inside.
Dazai feels that. And while it's not fatal, it's definitely painful. Stabbing isn't a particular nice feeling, and neither is his hyperawareness of the bleeding inside. He cries of unfairness and cruelty, spitting Chuuya out and calling him a brute. He whines that he will feel the bleeding for days and that he might not heal and will eventually die. Chuuya tells him good riddance.
Leaving Dazai to pout, he goes and finds the magic hammer and hits himself with it. He goes back to the living room, now at a proud 5' 3'', and stands over Dazai in triumph.
"I didn't think the hammer would make you short for a person's standards as well."
He doesn't kill Dazai, no weapon on him that could, but he does punch his lights out and goes to retrieve the girl.
Chuuya does end up leaving the hammer, though it's enticing to take it. Dazai isn't dead, and taking that hammer would only mean the absolute nuisance would come bug him for it back. Chuuya would like to go the rest of his life without seeing this guy.
It's great for Chuuya! He returns with fame for defeating the oni and bringing the girl back, works to become a samurai (he is very proficient with a sword, but he is learning fighting other people his size)
...Yes, he is a little on the short side with his 5 foot 3 inches, but that doesn't matter when he is still at a regular height!
Chuuya enjoys his normal life for a week.... until that night when he goes to bed and wakes up at an inch again.
At first, he thinks he is dreaming of a time with furniture he had to make himself and clothes sewed from his own hands. But after pinching himself and leaving his, now huge, room, he knows this isn't fake.
He feels cold dread, because he's right back where he started. The only difference is he got a taste of a normal life and had it harshly stripped from him in a week... and he doesn't want to go back.
He does track his way back to Dazai in the middle of the night, unable to live with this till morning. He hates how relieved he feels seeing that Dazai still lives in the same place.
Upon entering, he sees Dazai at the table, despondent and bored. His head leaning on one hand while looking at the table, eyes dark and clearly with lack of sleep. Chuuya is surprised he isn't nearly as animated as he was when they first met.
Chuuya climbs up on the table again. Walking up to Dazai to let him know that that hammer was a scam and didn't keep him taller for long.
Dazai blinks, wondering if Chuuya is actually there or if he is hallucinating. A string of curses his way and a kick to the arm lets him know it's real. More than happy to see Chuuya again, he easily let's Chuuya know the magic hammer isn't a miracle worker (even if it is but Dazai rigged it) and that it would only keep Chuuya's height for a week at a time. He would have to reapply it every week.
Chuuya freaks out at this. There was no way Dazai would give up the hammer. Dazai always worms into Chuuyas brain that the hammer can be deactivated by Dazai whenever he pleases as it is his (maybe a lie. Dazai will never tell). So Chuuya is stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Rather than relinquishing the hammer or leaving Chuuya like this, Dazai offers a trade: Letting Chuuya continue to use the hammer whenever he wants, and in exchange, Dazai gets to travel with him with Chuuya providing him company.
It is definitely rocky at first, but Chuuya does at least give his name to Dazai.
But yeah I love this AU and I definitely have more headcannons on what would happen after this story <3
(Also I'm so so sorry with how long this took me. It has been awful with classes these past few months T-T)
Night had silently settled over Yokohama, a deep, velvety darkness that made even the Agency's offices, on the other side of the city, seem calm and peaceful. A light breeze drifted through the open window of the small apartment Dazai and Chuuya shared, one of the few places where chaos didn't reign at every moment.
His room was dimly lit, illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Dazai slept as always: lying on his back, his hair spread across the pillow, one arm around Chuuya's waist. A soft, steady purr emanated from his chest: the instinct of a predator when it feels warm, safe, and snuggled up next to something precious.
Chuuya used to make fun of him for that.
"You sound like a motorboat," he muttered.
And Dazai would reply, "Just for you, Chibi," before snuggling closer and purring louder on purpose.
But tonight, something wasn't right.
Subtle. Strange.
The moon shifted. The air grew colder. And as the night wore on past midnight, a faint glowâlike a silent pulse of lightâcame over Chuuya's body. He didn't move. He didn't feel the change spreading through his skin, tightening like a thread shrinking.
He simply⌠got smaller.
Tiny.
Until Chuuya Nakahara, gravity manipulator, former executive and current husband, measured only 3.5 inches tall.
Still fast asleep, curled up in the exact same spot but instead of the mattress, on the pillow, but now barely the size of Dazai's thumb.
He seemed calm. Small. Oblivious to everything.
And very, very close to Dazai's face.
Dazai, still unconscious, stirred. His predatory instincts sharpened. Predators always slept lightly, alert to the slightest scent or movement, especially the borrowers. His sense of smell, keen enough to track even the faintest trace across the room, throbbed at the presence of something small, warm, and alive.
Something he loved.
Something he wanted to have close by.
A soft sound escaped Dazai's throat, something between a purr and a sleepy hum. His lips parted slightly. His tongue instinctively slid out, brushing against the pillow.
And then-
He grazed Chuuya.
The tiny man let out a sleepy grunt, barely audible, stirring without waking. Dazai's tongue slid easily beneath him, enveloping him as if he weighed nothing. The pred's mouth opened wider, his sleeping body obeying only instinct: soft, automatic.
Chuuya stirred slightly only when the warm, slippery surface lifted him up.
âMmm⌠what theâ!?â
His eyes snapped open just as the darkness of Dazai's mouth closed around him.
"DAâ!"
The rest of his scream faded as Dazaiâhis eyes still closedâsoftly sealed his lips, savoring the gentle warmth within. A deep, contented purr coursed through his body. His tongue reflexively curled around Chuuya; he didn't crush him, only envelop him in the soft, moist warmth of a predator's instincts on autopilot.
"Dazai! DAZAI! Wake upâmmphâHEY!"
But the predator didn't hear him. Not consciously. He simply tilted his head back slightly and swallowed.
A slow and natural gulp.
Chuuya felt himself being squeezed downward, dragged through the tight, rhythmic muscles of Dazai's throat. He slid helplessly but safe, down the esophagus, screaming and writhing as he felt himself moving, the world around him becoming an ever-narrowing tunnel of warmth and pressure.
From the outside, a small and smooth squirming bulge descended through Dazai's throat before disappearing beneath his collarbone.
Moments later, Chuuya tumbled gently into the soft, warm space of Dazaiâs holding stomachâ the pred's pouch-like chamber designed precisely for this purpose. Safe, but one where he couldn't escape.
âOH, FOR THEâ DAZAI, YOU MORON!â
His voice bounced uselessly off the fleshy walls.
Above him, Dazai let out a pleased purr and squeezed a pillow tighter.
Chuuya planted his tiny hands on the warm, pulsing wall of the stomach-pocket and kicked in frustration.
âI swear Dazai, when you wake up, you are dead.â
In response, he could feel the faint vibrations of Dazai's snores and soft purring.
// // //
MORNING
The sunlight warmed the bedroom.
Dazai stretched, yawned, and blinked slowly, staring at the empty mattress beside him.
"Huh?" he murmured. "Where's my beloved spouse? My little tempest? My compact ball of fury?"
He sat up, his hair sticking out in all directions, looking around the room.
âChuuyaaa~? Have you run away again? I promise Iâll only remind you of it for the rest of your life.â
Then-
squirm.
Dazai froze.
Slowly, his hand slid down to his abdomen. The slightest movement wriggled beneath his palm.
A very familiar movement.
"Oh," he said with a dawning realization. "Oh, no."
He lifted his shirt slightly.
A clearly squirming bulge was pressing outward.
"Chibi? Is that you?"
From inside: âYES, OF COURSE ITâS ME, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON! LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!â
Dazai grimaced, his ears slightly flattened with guilt. "Ah. I ate you in my sleep, didn't I?"
âYES! YOU DID! YOU FâING MACKEREL!! LET ME OUT ALREADYâŚ!â
âAh. This is kind of romantic if you think about it...â
Chuuya kicked the stomach wall.
âI SWEAR TO GODââ
"Okay, Okay, hold on, I'll get you out of here," Dazai said, gently rubbing the squirming spot soothingly, his tone apologetic. "But... you're awfully small, aren't you?"
âYOU JUST REALIZED THAT?!â
Dazaiâs brow furrowed.
âChibi⌠why are you so tiny?â
âHow am I supposed to know?! Maybe you did something!â
Dazai gasped dramatically. "Accusations? From inside my body? How rude!"
He earned another kick for that.
But beneath the humor, worry fluttered in Dazai's chest. He pressed his palm more gently against the pouch.
"Are you hurt?" he asked in a low voice.
Chuuya paused.
ââŚNo. Iâm just annoyed. And slimy. And stuck.â
Dazai let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Okay," he said warmly. "Let's get you out of there, my little husband."
âDonât call me that.â
âIâll stop once you are out.â
"You're never going to stop, are you?"
"Nope."
Dazai's stomach gave a small gurgle, ânot from hunger, but from Chuuya's renewed, restless squirming.
I like to imagine when Tiny!Dazai wants to be vored he won't tell Chuuya like a normal human being because that's embarrassing.
Instead he will try to make himself look 'appetizing.'
Bro wouldn't want to be swallowed with food or anything, but he would 100% lay on a piece of bread posing and wait for Chuuya to see him and take the bait like 'look at me I'm such a snack!'
The sun filtered softly through the tall windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting golden rays across desks cluttered with files, coffee mugs, and scattered pens. Outside, the world was bustling as always, but inside the office, a rare calm had settled. Morning cases had been wrapped up, paperwork was largely done (at least, delegated to Kunikida), and for once, there was no shouting.
At one particular deskâlazily commandeered by Dazai Osamuâsat a strange scene. Or rather, curled up on the edge of his open book, barely the size of his palm, was a tinier, peacefully slumbering figure. A 4-inch borrower with tousled ginger-copper hair, delicate features, and a navy-blue coat that looked lovingly stitched, now rising and falling with each small breath.
Dazai rested his chin in his hand, elbow on the desk, gazing down at the sleeping form with a growing smirk.
âOi, Chuuya...â he murmured playfully, voice pitched low. âYouâre seriously just gonna nap right here? On the battlefield of paperwork and bureaucracy?â
No response.
Chuuya didnât stir. One tiny booted foot had slipped over the edge of the page, dangling precariously, and his cheek was smushed into Dazaiâs half-written case notes. A faint snore escaped his lipsâquiet and soft. The kind of sound Dazai would never let him live down if he were awake.
Dazai's brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
He reached down and gently poked Chuuyaâs side with the pad of his finger. âYou do realize youâre completely defenseless like this, right? What if I wasnât me? What if I were a cold-blooded predator with absolutely no self-control?â
Chuuya shifted minutely, a small wrinkle forming between his brows. But still, he didnât wake.
Dazai gave a mock sigh. âTsk, tsk. How disappointing. You used to be more alert than this, Hat-rack.â
He paused, his smile deepening into something fond. âBut you must be really tired, huh?â
Chuuya had been up late the night before, reorganizing the tiny space Dazai had built for him in a shoebox-sized home beside the desk. He was a little meticulous when it came to cleanlinessâand a lot stubborn about not accepting help. So, of course, Dazai had caught him dragging thimbles and buttons around like furniture after midnight.
Now here he was, dozing with his guard completely down, trusting Dazai without hesitation.
His tiny hands twitched, one curling up to his cheek as he sighed in his sleep.
Dazai tilted his head.
ââŚYouâre so small,â he murmured, almost to himself.
His gaze slid to Chuuyaâs side, where his tiny chest was rising and falling in rhythm. The curve of his back. His tiny shoulders. His delicate neck.
ââŚI wonder...â
Dazai leaned closer and extended his hand, brushing his fingers along Chuuyaâs side. The borrower flinched slightly in his sleep but didnât wake. That mischievous glint returned to Dazaiâs eyes.
âI wonder if youâd mind taking a nap somewhere even safer, hmm?â
He chuckled under his breath. âYou always complain about the draft on this desk.â
And with that, he very gently scooped Chuuya into his palm, careful not to jostle him too much. The little borrower gave a soft noise of protest but stayed asleep, head lolling to the side as Dazai raised him closer to his face.
Now cradled against his fingers, Chuuya looked impossibly small. Dazai hesitated for a moment, simply observing him.
âWould you be mad?â he murmured, grin tugging at his lips. âIf you woke up somewhere⌠unconventional?â
A moment later, Dazai slowly brought Chuuya toward his mouth, letting his tongue just barely flick across his boyfriendâs legs and boots, tasting the faint metallic tang of city dust and the warmth of wool. Chuuya twitched a little in his sleep, but againâno waking.
Dazai licked again, slower this time, savoring the odd but familiar sensation of the borrowerâs taste. Heâd teased Chuuya with things like this beforeâquick licks to fluster him, slow ones to make him huff in embarrassmentâbut heâd never actually gone this far.
Still⌠today seemed perfect.
âJust a quick visit into my pouch,â he murmured softly. âNo danger. I promise.â
With one last glance around the officeâempty, thank goodnessâDazai opened his mouth fully and gently guided Chuuyaâs sleeping form onto his tongue. His fingers held the borrower steady until he was lying completely inside, warm and curled just slightly on the wet muscle.
Chuuya stirred faintly, a noise barely audible. But with Dazai keeping his movements slow and deliberate, he didnât wake.
Dazai closed his lips, holding his boyfriend inside his mouth with a kind of reverence. He didnât chewâof course not. Just held him there, his tongue carefully adjusting to cradle the tiny weight.
Then, after a long moment, Dazai tilted his head backâand swallowed.
It was slow, purposeful and careful. A faint gulp echoed in the quiet room as the small lump of Chuuyaâs body slid down Dazaiâs throat, forming a small but visible bulge in his neck.
Dazai placed a couple of fingers on his neck as he felt the little shape travel downward, beneath his collarbone, and finally vanish inside him with a final, subtle shift.
He placed a hand on his abdomen and grinned.
âYouâre lucky Iâm not a villain, Chuuya.â
He leaned back in his chair, stretching luxuriously with both hands behind his head. His holding pouch made a small sound, adjusting to the small visitor now insideâwarm, safe, and sleeping.
âYouâll probably throw a fit when you wake up,â he mused aloud, tone affectionate. âSomething like âWhat the hell, Dazai?!â and then try to punch my holding pouch from the inside.â
He chuckled softly.
âBut I bet youâll sleep better than ever in there. All warm and quiet, nothing to knock you off the desk or startle you awake.â
His smile turned faintly fond. âYouâre safe with me. Always.â
He closed his eyes and let himself relax, hand resting gently over his belly where Chuuya now rested, undisturbed.
//
Inside, Chuuya shifted slightly, a quiet sigh escaping him as he adjusted to the soft, rhythmic motion around him. He didnât quite wake. Just nestled deeper into the warmth, lulled by the slow, steady beat of Dazaiâs heartbeat above and the gentle rise and fall of breath surrounding him.
It was cozy. Strangely comforting. Like being wrapped in a hug from every side.
Heâd scold Dazai later, probably. Loudly.
But for now⌠he just slept.
And Dazai, sitting smug and content in the quiet office, made sure no one disturbed him.
//
A few hours later, the quiet hum of the office was broken only by the distant tapping of a keyboard and the soft whir of the ceiling fan. Afternoon light poured in through the tall windows of the ADA, casting dappled shadows across Dazaiâs desk, where he now lounged with a peaceful smile, legs kicked up and arms behind his head.
His eyes were closed.
He could feel the slight warmth in his pouchâthe comforting little presence of the 4-inch borrower heâd so gently swallowed earlier. And if he focused just enough, he could feel the tiniest shifts inside. Soft movements. Barely there. But real.
Chuuya was waking up.
Dazai grinned.
//
Inside the cocoon of warmth and muscle, Chuuya stirred.
At first, it was just a blink into darkness. Then a twitchâhis body stretching instinctively, his arms reaching out, only to hit⌠softness. Walls? Noâflesh. Warm and damp, surrounding him on every side.
His brows furrowed.
ââŚEh?â
Chuuya slowly sat up, blinking through the gentle press of moisture and warmth, utterly disoriented. He could hear somethingâa deep, rhythmic thump above his head, and the muffled sound of breathing.
His tiny hands pressed against the soft walls. They gave slightly beneath his touchâflexing with each slow inhale Dazai took far above.
ââŚWait.â
His eyes widened.
âDAZAI!â
His voice was muffled to the outside worldâbarely audibleâbut within, it echoed slightly, bouncing off the holding pouch walls.
âAre you kidding me?! You ate me?!â
Outside, Dazai stifled a laugh and coughed into his sleeve.
âOh, good morning, my little cherry tomato~â he sang with obnoxious cheer. âSleep well?â
âDonât you dare âcherry tomatoâ me, you idiot!â Chuuya shouted, jabbing the wall closest to him with his fist. âWhy the hell is it so warm?! Where the hell am I?!â
Dazai let out a pleased sigh and patted his belly fondly. âYouâre inside me, obviously. My second stomach, to be exact.â
A sharp thump hit his abdomen. Chuuya had kicked him.
âI knew I somehow felt you licking me while I was passed out! What the hell is wrong with you?! Who swallows their boyfriend as a joke?!â
Dazai leaned closer to the desk, resting his elbows and cupping his chin like a giddy child. âYou were so peacefully asleep⌠I didnât want to wake you up. And I did think it might be⌠cozy in there.â
âCozy?!â Chuuya sputtered from inside. âItâs like sleeping in a giantâs humid sock!â
Dazai chuckled, the sound rumbling faintly through his body and vibrating the small space Chuuya was in. The sensation made the borrowerâs breath hitch for a secondânot painful, just⌠odd. Surrounding.
âI will kill you when I get out of here,â Chuuya muttered, crossing his arms and slumping against the soft wall. âAnd not quickly.â
Dazai hummed innocently. âBut youâre not uncomfortable, right?â
ââŚThatâs not the point!â
âBut you are comfy.â
Silence.
Chuuya glared at the darkness surrounding him, cheeks heating. ââŚShut up.â
Dazai beamed. âI knew it. Youâre warm, safe, and all tucked away where no wind can chill you, and no desk drafts can blow your scarf off. Itâs the perfect nap spot.â
âYou ate me like a breath mint, Dazai!â
âPlease⌠I savored you.â
Chuuya groaned and let his head fall back with a soft thump against the fleshy wall. He was too tired to start trying to climb up a slippery esophagusâand part of him knew Dazai wouldnât keep him in here long.
âI swear, the day you decide to be normal, Iâm throwing a party.â
âThen youâll never get that party,â Dazai replied cheerfully. âBut admit itâyou trust me enough to sleep through being swallowed. Thatâs kind of romantic, donât you think?â
âRomantic?!â Chuuya was nearly shrieking now. âIs this some twisted version of a honeymoon to you?!â
Dazai laughed, folding his arms across the part of his abdomen where he could feel the faintest pressure from inside. âHey, I couldâve done worse. I couldâve kept you in my mouth for hours. Or chewed.â
âTry it and youâre losing a finger.â
âYouâre not even big enough to break my skin.â
âIâll find a way.â
For all his fury, Dazai could tell Chuuya was settling. His breathing was still a little quick, but he was no longer pounding at the walls or trying to climb. The environment wasnât hostileâit was soft and steady, the rhythmic rise and fall of Dazaiâs breathing creating a swaying motion, like being rocked in a hammock.
And annoyingly, it was kind of comfortable.
ââŚYouâre never doing this again,â Chuuya grumbled after a long silence.
Dazai grinned. âOf course not.â
He crossed his fingers under the desk.
âLiar,â Chuuya muttered.
Another soft silence fell between them. Dazai let it stretch. He leaned back in his chair again, hand resting gently on his abdomen, thumb drawing idle circles. The warmth of the sun, the quiet room, the gentle movements insideâit all felt⌠nice. Peaceful.
âI donât hate it,â Chuuya mumbled suddenly.
Dazai blinked.
ââŚWhat?â
âI said I donât hate it, alright?! So shut up before I take it back.â
A pause.
Then Dazai grinned so hard his cheeks hurt.
âOh? My little firecrackerâs gone soft on me. You like being close to me, huh? Even if it means being inside me?â
âSay it again and Iâm never cuddling you again.â
Dazai snickered but shut his mouth.
He let the moment settleâtender and oddly calming. He could feel Chuuya shifting now and then, adjusting, occasionally poking the wall gently when Dazai laughed too hard. But mostly, he stayed still, basking in the rhythm of the heartbeat above and the gentle motion around him.
Eventually, Chuuyaâs voice came, quieter this time.
ââŚDonât do it around the others.â
Dazai tilted his head. âSwallow you?â
âNo, bake cookies. YES, swallow me, you moron! If Kunikida sees, Iâm gonna be labeled âAgency Food Itemâ and banned from the premises.â
Dazai laughed so hard he almost choked.
âYou got it,â he managed between wheezes. âStrictly private snack time.â
âYouâre impossible,â Chuuya muttered.
Dazai gave a contented sigh and leaned back once more, resting both hands over the gentle spot where Chuuya lay safely curled inside.
