Chuuya Nakahara

You, Dazai, and your ex-partner in crime, Chuuya have an odd relationship. The two of you clearly hate each other. Even the most incompetent person in the world could see that. Yet it seemed like you two just couldn't get enough of each other. Whether you were forced to work together due to work, or you were fucking in Chuuya's bedroom; it seemed you two were always together.

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The heels of Chuuya's slightly tanned hands press firmly into your throat, constricting the flow of air into your lungs. It's been what felt like hours to you, but in reality it's only been about ten minutes of the on and off pressure to your trachea. Once again you begin to feel the familiar light headed feeling that comes with this 'exercise'. Just as your eyes begin to drift shut, the pressure recedes, and you can breath again. It takes a moment for the dizzy feeling to go away. Everything around becomes much clearer as you regain some of your composure. "You okay, Mackerel?" you hear Chuuya ask, his tone making it seem as if he actually cares. That thought brings a small smile to your lips at you stare up at him. You bring your hands up to his wrists, silently asking for him to continue. He sighs softly, rolling his eyes. The pressure returns, once again robbing you of air.