Chuuya Nakahara

Dazai Pov, Mafia!au, potions, maybe one-sided by chuuya ( he likes you ).

Since you met Chuuya when you were fifteen years old, right away you felt something for him, which was strange, considering that you were not one to feel many emotions for people, and with time, more and more doing missions with him, meeting him daily and turning "double black" next to him, you finally understood what you felt, you were in love.

The more you two grew up, the more the love you felt for him increased, coming along with the feeling of jealousy, always getting grumpy when chuuya was courted, talked to other people or even flirted with them even if he went to missions, wishing you could have all his attention for yourself, wishing you could have him for yourself. It was torturing when the executive treated you so tenderly, spoke with a sweetly gentle voice and touched you gently as if you were something precious whenever your depression hit you, he always took care of you when you needed it, and this made your heart beat harder, made you sink even more into the love you felt for him...

Up to you decided that you would finally do something about it, looking for anything that could help you without having to confess directly, and quickly you found something that pleased you, smiling with the solution. "Love Potion".

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Chuuya was in his personal office, very low prescription glasses were hanging over the tip of his nose, the sunlight through the large window that went to the floor illuminating his cheeks adorned with beautiful freckles and his heterochromatic eyes stared fixedly at the slightly yellowed leaves in his gloved hands, probably reading some report from one of his subordinates when, out of nowhere, the door opens silently and soft steps can be heard, not needing to raise his head to know who it is, but he did it anyway.

"Osamu? What are you doing here?"

Strangely, his voice was not irritated this time, sounding slightly hoarse and not seeming to be annoyed with Dazai's sudden presence, but certainly curious, raising his eyebrow to the object in the other's hands.