Inside of Chuuya's apartment, the two of you are both exhausted after a working day that simply dragged you along with it. The assignments were only of paper and painfully long. After the work, nighttime creeped up and you retreated back to the comfort of home. Now, Chuuya is lying on the couch while you prop your elbow on the back of it, resting your head in your palm. Whatever is on TV doesn't interest you. You feel like you need more fulfillment before ending this dull night. A loud sigh leaves your lips as you peer down at Chuuya. He seems to have found an interest in the show, so you decide to call upon yourself a journey of your own.

"Chuuya, I'm going out." He looks up to you with a confused expression as his ginger hair slides back from his face.

"It's pretty late. Wanna just mak-" You interrupt him, mind already made up.

"I'mmmm going out. I want action, Chuuya." He grunts in hesitation and looks up at you. The both of you know he's too tired for any of that good kind of action, so he briefly nods his head.

"Don't get yourself into trouble you can't get out of, and come back before midnight, I wanna fall asleep with you." The redhead quietly requests and turns back to the tv.

"Ooooh got it, thanks babe." You turn away and run to the door, walking out of the apartment and down the pebble designed stairs. A smirk grows on your face. It's time to spice things up, no more of this dull night. Let's make it...neon.

Now in front of the apartment building, you crouch down and peer into the Japanese Andromeda bushes lining the building. Inside one of them is a small black duffel, hidden dually for one of your mischievous nighttime adventures. You grab the bag and stand, starting your descent down a Yokohama street.

While walking to your destination, you listen to the quiet clinking in the bag, yet also remaining very aware of your surroundings. Despite the silly act you are about to do, the streets are dangerous especially during the mask of night. Finally reaching your destination, you feel an unfamiliar weariness which shouldn't be apparent in a place like this.

The ADA building stands tall before you. Shrugging off the feeling from before, you sneak around to the back of the building and drop your bag. You chuckle softly and stare at the large empty brick of the building. Bending down, you pick up a silver can and start shaking it.

"Vandalizing again, (y/n)?" The familiar voice makes you jump and stare into the direction of the sound with wide eyes. Dazai Osamu makes his appearance as he walks into the light with a playful smile.

"You know, Kunikida-kun doesn't appreciate you doing that all the time, takes a lot to clean~" He walks closer and stops at a fair distance.

"Tch, of course it's you." You look away and pop the cap off of a purple spray paint, not letting him stop you.

"Don't you have better things to do, bastard?" You throw the insult as your hat beau would. He chuckles it off.

"Could say the same for you, but it seems like apprehending you is what I'm about to do." Dazai grins and watches as you slowly turn around, pointing the can at him with a glare.

"Oh please, you wouldn't anyways. Touch me and I'll paint you purple!"  The man chuckles at your threat and walks even closer. He plans to test your words and limits.

"Aww, how'd you know purple is my color~?" In an instant, he knocks the can from your hand and grabs your wrist. You stare with wide eyes, unable to use your ability. He guides your wrist to the wall and presses you back against it in a quick but gentle manner.

"Goddammit Dazai you're such a...hey, cut that out!" You try to pull your arm away, but he keeps it still.

"Cut what out?" The man innocently tilts his head knowing well how close he is to you.

"Y-you're all up on m-me! Let me do what I want!!" You protest loudly while struggling to free your wrist, blind to notice his nearing face.

"Shh~ Now if everyone just did what they wanted I could do this..." One simple gesture causes all of your movements to stop as his lips meet yours.

In your mind you know it's wrong but surprisingly you're not making any move to stop him. He notices this and moves his lips against yours more sensually. A small array of confused and quiet noises leave your lips. Is stop not in your vocabulary anymore? Isn't this wrong? Dazai pulls back when he feels you squirm a little. His cocoa eyes stare into yours. After long hesitation, you sputter.

"Eh-ah-no!! I-I don't want you!" Your hands press against his chest. His muscular chest covered in layers of bandages and mystery. No.

"You don't, hmm?" Looking up at him, you see no glint in the eyes, nothing evil. You don't truly know him, only glimpses of his serious side from previous encounters. What kind of spell is this?

You part your lips and stare at your hands still on his chest.

"...maybe a little." Admitting the truth in your head, you think of more possibilities and consequences.

One time wouldn't hurt

Oya oya? Yes you're a cheater ;)

My friends are yelling at me to write smut next so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe that's next~

Thanks for reading!