Abram!! <3
My word for you is: Earnest
Nerves twisted up his spine. This was really happening. A hand cradling his jaw tenderly, the ghost of touch brushing his lips through the short puffs of breath falling from Chuuya's.
He was going to kiss him.
Dazai wasn't sure he was ready for it. But it had been a challenge laid down, a sacred act between the two of them, and ready or not Dazai would never back down from a duel with Chuuya.
Even if it meant feeling the heat crawling up his face, his heartbeat picking up pace, and the earnest press of chapped lips against his own.
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I would hesitate in posting this until a time where you should be awake but I'm sure you'll see this anyway :'D
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