could you write a 15chuuya x reader? Reader is being bullied and chuuya defends them? After that, they become friends and chuuya always accompany reader at their walk to school?
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☆ ˛˚ . 𐔌 after school arcade afternoons. 𐦯
synopsis.: chuuya can’t stand bullying. he hates it, so of course he had to do something when he saw you being targeted. what neither of you expected was that you’d just made a friend for a lifetime ♡
pairing.: 15!chuuya x teenage gn!reader
cw.: sfw, light trigger warning for bullying, comfort, fluff, crack, sheep mentioned, no romance ⇢ friendship only
word count.: 2.5k
۶ৎ note.: my smol bean, i love him sm UGHHH i just wanna hug him, squeeze him until he chokes on my love q(╥﹏╥)p anyway, i literally loved writing this req!! such a cute idea. hope you like it too, anon! <3
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the arcade is loud, colorful neon lights flickering everywhere. victory fanfares, cheering, and laughter fill the dim space.
it’s a place chuuya often visits when he’s bored or, like today, when he needs to blow off steam after another irritating day with the sheep.
shirase and yuan were unbearably frustrating today, and he couldn’t stand being around them any second longer, so he decided to come here—his comfort place.
a round of street fighter or punching a machine or two sounds like the perfect distraction. the sound that catches his attention, however, isn’t the sound of him winning, but a sharp yelp.
he turns his head and scans the area, spotting a small group of kids cornering someone, you, near the claw machines.
one of them yanks hard at your hair while the others push you around, loud jeers and disgusting laughter drowning out your quiet whimpers.
they hold your arms behind your back before grabbing your backpack from the floor, rifling through it and stealing all your money.
chuuya grows visibly tense at the sight. his hands curl into fists inside his pockets as the bullies throw all of your belongings out of your bag.
he watches for a while, hoping someone else will step in since he isn’t really in the mood to deal with a bunch of assholes right now.
but when no one does, and they start getting more handsy with you, pinning your arms like they’re about to punch you, he clicks his tongue and finally walks over.
“oi!” his voice cuts through their laughter like a blade. the bullies turn, annoyance flashing across their faces at being interrupted.
but when they see chuuya, their grimaces twist into smirks. just another boy. a short one at that. no way he stands a chance against all four of them.
“what the hell do yer think you’re doing? you got nothing better to do than gang up on someone? pathetic,” chuuya says, his voice sharp, leaving no room for argument.
“why don’t you mind your own business, pipsqueak?” one of the kids sneers, stepping forward confidently with his chin raised.
chuuya looks unimpressed, but the word pipsqueak and the arrogance radiating off these kids makes his blood boil.
“what did yer just call me?” his voice is low, carrying a thread of anger. his gaze is ice cold. clearly, he’s annoyed to no end—not just because of them, but because his whole day has been shit
but who knows, maybe this is the universe’s way of offering him a gift. punching snobby kids who deserve it sounds a lot better than beating another punching machine’s lousy high score.
“pipsqueak. what’re you gonna do about it, pipsqueak? look at you. you’re so short. bet you punch like a girl too!” the kid taunts, his entourage snickering behind him.
in the heat of the moment, you take advantage of their distraction and kick the kid holding you. he yelps, releasing you as he doubles over in pain.
you quickly move behind chuuya, though you keep some distance. after all, you don’t know him, but he’s the one helping you, so he should be a good guy, right?
chuuya doesn’t turn to glance at you, his eyes locked on the bullies just in case they try anything.
“aww, look at that! is the pipsqueak your cute little boyfriend?” the boy jeers, now addressing you instead.
but you stay quiet. giving them a reaction is what they want, and you’re not about to play their game. your silence only angers him further and he strides forward, face twisted in frustration.
before he can reach you, chuuya moves, driving his foot up into the boy’s chin. hard.
the kid stumbles back with a cry, clutching his jaw as he realizes just how strong chuuya is. chuuya grins, satisfied.
“anyone else wanna mess with me? i’ve got plenty more where that came from.” he takes a step closer, and the bullies instantly back away.
“thought so. now scram before i get really uncomfortable,” he warns. the bullies quickly grab their things and run out of the arcade.
chuuya lets out a heavy sigh and finally turns toward you. you’re already behind him, smiling warmly.
“thank you!” you say, bowing to show your gratitude. chuuya shifts awkwardly, avoiding your gaze as he grows a bit shy at your gesture and stumbles over his words. he scratches the back of his neck.
“no need to thank me. i just did what felt right. i hate bullying…” he mutters the last part under his breath.
you glance up at him, your expression softening at his shy behavior. it’s cute.
“well, thank you for doing the right thing,” you say, thanking him again before crouching down to gather your things.
chuuya squats beside you, feeling strangely compelled to help you. you both reach for the same item, your hands brushing each other.
he jerks his hand back at the contact, and you mumble a quick apology. a beat later, he picks it up and hands it to you anyway.
you take it gratefully, noticing the blue bracelet around his wrist. it’s a gift from the sheep that also serves as identifying other members.
“cool bracelet,” you say, complimenting. he glances at it, then at your wrists, almost like he’s checking for a matching one. he doesn’t find any.
“thanks…” he answers curtly before you both stand, the silence a little awkward.
“so, uh, wanna play a game together?” chuuya asks suddenly, breaking the tension and the awkward silence. you nod, and he brightens just slightly.
“perfect. let’s play a round of street fighter.” he starts leading the way, then pauses. “you know that game, right?”
you chuckle softly and nod again. “yeah. i’m just not that good at it,” you admit sheepishly.
“you’re fine, i’ll teach you.” chuuya smirks, dragging you along.
and you both actually end up playing for hours. you win a few rounds, though chuuya insists it’s because you were lucky or because he let you win, but you don’t believe him.
most of the time you lose, but you don’t really care that much. not when this is the most fun you’ve had in ages.
chuuya is kind. cute, even. sure, he’s a bit harsh around the edges, but you still like his presence.
when the arcade grows emptier and more adults take up the space, you take a glance the clock. you have about half an hour left before your curfew.
“i have to go now. it was nice playing with you though, uh….” you trail off, only now realizing you never asked his name.
“chuuya.” he simply says, almost sounding like he doesn’t like his name. but it's such a pretty name.
“it was nice playing with you, chuuya. thanks again for fighting off those bullies. i hope i’ll see you around?” your words come out more like a question than a wish.
chuuya smirks and nods, then asks for your name as well. you briefly introduce yourself to him, and he offers to walk you home.
he hopes you say yes, because honestly, he has a bad feeling about letting you walk home alone now that it’s getting dark.
you agree, your heart feeling like it’s spinning at his offer. it feels strange to be treated like this after being bullied for so long.
those kids chipped away at your self-worth, but chuuya’s kindness feels like a breath of fresh air.
he walks next to you on the sidewalk, making sure you’re on the inner side instead of the outer. your shoulders brush every now and then and the walk home feels surprisingly comfortable.
“so, who were those assholes anyway? do they bully you a lot?” chuuya asks, hands in his pockets as he looks at the ground.
you hesitate for a moment before answering, not wanting to burden him but telling him anyway.
“they’re classmates from school. they don’t like me and pick on me often, but it’s not so bad in school, since there are a lot of teachers.” you mumble.
chuuya’s jaw tightens and he regrets not having kicked that one kid harder.
“you shouldn’t let them walk all over you like that. kids like them never learn. they’ll probably try to hurt you again when you’re alone,” chuuya says, his voice firm.
despite not having had the best childhood and being locked away for most of it, he knows what kids like them are like. he’s sure they’ll come after you out of spite. his hands clench into fists at the thought, his muscles tensing.
“yeah, maybe. but i’m not good at defending myself. i’ll just be careful before and after school. don’t worry about it.” you turn to face him.
“i’ve been meaning to ask… do you go to a school around here?”
chuuya goes quiet and gets visibly uncomfortable at the question. he doesn’t have an answer to it. at least not one he likes. the comfortable silence slowly fills with unease.
you notice his reluctance and lower your gaze, voice soft. “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
feeling a little relieved, he looks up from the ground as you stop in front of your house.
“we’re here. you can come inside for a bit if you want. my parents won’t mind.” you offer, turning to seem inviting.
chuuya shakes his head, his expression hard to read. “thanks, but no. i don’t do well with parents.” he says, and you feel just a tad disappointed. but you won’t force him.
“i see. well, good night, and get home safely. i’ll see you around, chuuya.” you say. he nods and watches you disappear inside.
he stays on your porch for a second longer before heading home. well, to the sheep’s hideout, really. after all, he doesn’t have a home. at least not a real one. the whole concept is unfamiliar to him.
on the way, a stray thought crosses his mind: what if he were to ask you to join the sheep?
you are kind, funny, and you’d probably get along with the others. sure, you’re not great at fighting, but you’re not terrible at it either. he even felt proud when you kicked the kid who detained you in the arcade.
but then reality hits him. you just don’t fit. you have parents who care about you, who give you curfew and money for the arcade, and warm meals are waiting for you at home.
chuuya also thinks you may be too kind, perhaps a touch naive. shirase would surely use that against you and take advantage of you in one way or the other. that, he’s sure of.
the sheep are strays who ran away or lost their parents, who face a cruel world not because they deserve it but simply because they exist. none of them truly know better—not even chuuya.
it’s a foolish idea, born from liking your company and the way you soothe an awful ache within him—the longing to truly feel human.
so he dismisses the thought as quickly as it came, even considers not seeing you anymore.
but he’s just a boy. a boy who craves connection and a bit of normalcy in a life full of morbidity and cruelty.
you make him feel like a person instead of a weapon, or a king like the sheep constantly do—and that’s all he’s ever wanted. you’re genuine, and he’s only just realizing how much he needs this.
so the next morning he can’t help but wait in front of your house to walk you to school. he just hopes you don’t find him creepy. when you come out smiling, he knows you don’t.
“chuuya! what are you doing here?” you ask, genuinely happy to see him.
“i… i wanted to make sure your bullies don’t cut you off on the way to school.” he says, though really he just wants to spend time with you.
“aww, that’s sweet. you didn’t have to. you could’ve slept some more.” you say, your voice carrying deep gratitude.
“i wake up around this time anyway. doesn’t make much of a difference.” chuuya replies. you hum, not prying, and the lack of questions eases his frayed mind.
he finds that especially soothing about you. the fact you don’t bore him with questions or push for answers. it’s pleasant.
“so, what’s school like anyway?” he asks, and you find the question a little odd… doesn’t he go to one himself?
“it’s fine. some kids are mean, some are nice. same with teachers. the lunch sucks, always, so i make my own bento.” you say, then pull him aside to sit on a nearby bench.
you take out your bento and beam with pride. inside is an onigiri, cut mango and strawberries, and a small omelette. it’s nothing too fancy, but you made it and it beats school food any day.
chuuya looks at the food and at your grin, finding it cute. however, embarrassment takes over as his stomach growls, and his cheeks flush. he didn’t eat breakfast today. he never does, actually.
you notice. “are you hungry?” you ask, but chuuya shakes his head quickly.
“no…” he says, but his stomach betrays him once again. you chuckle and offer him the onigiri and some fruit.
“eat. eating is important.” you insist, not letting him refuse. he takes the food, muttering a quiet “thanks” as he eats. it’s delicious and utterly comforting.
he doesn’t remember the last time he ate something that tastes quite so much like… love, home even.
you wait until he finishes before continuing to head to school. after all, you don’t like being late. the thought alone makes you anxious.
on the way, you chatter to him about all sorts of things—your favorite meal, whether you’re a cat or dog person, your favorite song, even some research you did on a flower just because it was pretty and you wanted to tell someone about it so badly.
and he listens. he listens carefully, engaging in the conversation with small hums or a question here and there.
and suddenly the walk to school that was once so boring, starts to feel like it’s passing way too quickly. you want to keep talking to him.
it feels good knowing someone cares, knowing someone listens even if you’re telling about the most absurd things.
and chuuya? he loves it too. he loves how your voice brightens when you talk about something you’re passionate about.
it’s so strongly human and he can’t help but relish in the feeling. it’s almost like he’s addicted in a sense, though in a good way, of course. he simply loves spending time with you. and you love it back.
so he keeps walking you to school, and sometimes back home when he finds the time. you play at the arcade on weekends, gradually getting better at the games. sometimes you beat him so badly it’s almost humiliating.
though it’s all shits and giggles, except when it’s time to decide who buys the next ice cream. then the games turn into a real competition.
chuuya is so strangely attuned to you and has an instinctive urge to protect you from whatever harm might come your way. quite frankly, you don’t mind that much.
for once you feel like you have someone you can trust, someone who enjoys being near you with no pressure or expectations. someone you can call a real friend. and that’s all both of you need.
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↪thanks for reading! reblogs & comments are much appreciated! MLIST
My previous post is tied to a wider hc I've been thinking about regarding Chuuya vs Piano Man's approach to leadership. Chuuya's experience with leadership involved him stepping up to be to sole protector of a bunch of borderline defenseless children, whereas Piano Man was responsible for leading a group of independently hyper-capable combatants.
I think the reason that the care the Flags show for Chuuya was able to sneak up on him and get past his defenses was because while they were protective of him, it wasn't in a way that he would recognize. None of the Flags were stepping in to parent Chuuya or make his safety their problem because they expected him to be able to take care of himself. Piano Man actually found it funny when Chuuya got kidnapped by Adam because he trusted that Chuuya could handle any danger that arose on his own. That was an expectation that Chuuya was very much comfortable with because it aligned well with his pre-existing hyper-independence.
But while his time with the Sheep led to an expectation that as a leader he should not only be completely self-reliant but also pedestalized and unable to show weakness, ironically the expectation that each Flag be somewhat self-sufficient would have allowed them to express vulnerability much more easily. They all knew what each other could do and had no need for their leader to be an infallible shield. They also had no reason to fear each other as their skill levels were comparable. Piano Man needed to always display competence, but not necessarily strength. He could ask for help and supplement his skills with the other Flags' abilities. They all relied on each other, it went both ways.
It's a shame that Chuuya didn't really grasp the concept of mutual aid until the very end of the Flags, as I think he could have really benefitted from adopting a leadership style closer to Piano Man's. His current framework seems to be a mix of what he learned from the Sheep and Mori, which doesn't seem sustainable for him in the long run, to put it lightly.
the sheep regularly having to teach chuuya things, and it becomes something of a habit when they find something you don’t usually see around, they tell chuuya what it’s about and what it’s for
sometimes things they could never have that they see on magazines on the street
when chuuya joins the port mafia he’s exposed to a whole number of things and it’s in wonder he’s exploring it all, though he never admits it to anyone (kouyou can tell anyway, and despite herself she ends up leaving a few things for chuuya, never telling him it was from her because he doesn’t quite trust her yet)
the closest organization to dazai and chuuya in europe right now, that still has ties to them, is shirase and the new group of sheep.
most everything else has to do with the government, and dazai technically just broke out of prison, so he’s pretty illegal. and, it seems like we haven’t gotten the full extent of shirase’s story yet (judging by what i just read from stormbringer, which is below)
If there’s a catchuu is there a cat Verlaine too? How would they interact if there is? If not, are the sheep all cats too? Dude the questions are questioning…. (aka I’m kitten era pilled and when you say catchuu I think of KE <33 hashtag cooked)
He got hit by a car/j
But seriously though, I didn't really think about Verlaine when making this AU. Considering that Dazai first met catchuu when he was less than a year old, Chuuya would've met Verlaine as a little kitten. OR maybe Verlaine is Mori's neighbors' cat who's a little too fond of our ginger furball... So many options.
For the sake of making things easy I'd choose the 1st option. Going that lead, I think it's safe to say that Verlaine would be the one to teach Chuuya how to live on the streets, hide from humans and hunt for food and then magically disappear one day. Wait, ohhhh I have an idea (I'm thinking as I'm writing ok, this is not thought through) MAYBE after he disappeared Chuuya would later find out that Verlaine was adopted by Rimbaud who happened to be one of Mori's neighbors?? Boom!! we now have plot.
That's just a "what if" though, don't take it as a part of my AU. It would be complicated to stuff now lore now🥹
As for the sheep, they could be cats! Like, after Verlaine's disappearance Chuuya teamed up with them or smth and they hunted together for a while before Chuuya and the Sheep got separated somewhere along the way and then Dazai makes an appearance.
