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Mpreg soukoku for the soul part 2✨️🫄🧑‍🍼

Dazai and chuuya have been seeing both more and less of each other since that night

More because Dazai has been taking his new job of protecting chuuya very seriously, albeit with some jokes around here and there

And less because chuuya has been overcompensating at work over a flaw his boss doesn't even know about. By taking in extra missions, he's making it up to mori in hopes that fate will go easy on him when he can no longer hide his belly

Kouyo has also been going on more missions with chuuya as well. Even on missions where her presence was not needed

All this makes chuuya feel uneasy, he knows something is up. One afternoon, on their day off (chuuyas day off, dazai just didn't come into work that day) the two of them were on either side of the couch in dazais apartment, which is nowhere near as large and fancy as chuuyas, but they like it there.

Dazai is reading a book on omega male pregnancies while chuuya tries to read a book of his own. However, something was on his mind

"Hey, dazai" chuuya asks. Dazai lifts up his book to look chuuya in the eye. "What's up?"

Chuuya doesn't speak for a second. He doesn't even look at him. With his eyes focused on the ceiling where a fan is slowly pacing around its axis, he asks him a question

"Do you and kouyo have...something you want to tell me?"

Dazai sits up, putting his book down on his lap with a confused expression on his face

"No...why?"

Chuuyas grip on his book hardens as he grits his teeth

"Don't fucking lie to me" He growls

"Huh? Chuuya what do yo-"

"I said don't lie to me!"

Chuuya erupts from the couch in a fit of rage, a kind of rage dazai has never seen before

"I know that you two have been eyeing me like crazy! Helicoptering me like I'm some dumb little child! I'm not weak! Stop treating me like I am!"

"Chuuya calm down-"

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean i-"

"Doesn't mean what, chuuya?!"

Dazai's sudden outburst catches chuuya off guard.

"Chuuya I have spent my whole life by myself. Everything I love keeps being taken away from me. And now that I have something valuable, something like you, you think I'd just let it go that easily? You think I'd just play willy nilly with its soul? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than mine and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. And you don't even appreciate it. No "thank you dazai" no "you're so sweet dazai" it's always just complaining with you! Sometimes I even wonder if you love me at all!"

A hush falls over the room.

"Dazai, i-"

"Save it. I need some air" He fixes the collar of his coat and leaves the apartment

Chuuya is left alone, just like he knew he'd be

But this time it wasn't all dazais fault like it was before. Back then he could easily blame him for everything, for leaving, for abandoning him, for all the pain he caused. But now? This is all on chuuya. Maybe if he had been different, maybe if he was less....like himself, dazai would be happier to be with him

And now not only is he alone, but so is his future child. He puts a hand on his stomach as he looks down, a sorrowful look on his face.

"I'm so sorry little one...." He whispered to it.

Meanwhile, dazai walks down the dark streets of Yokohama as the rain showered him in despair. He doesn't mind his coat getting wet, it's seen worse

He heads into a local bar and takes a seat in a booth, alone with his thoughts. He doesn't know how long he's been in there until a man joins him in his booth.

"I knew you'd be here" kunikida says as he takes a seat across from him

"What?" Dazai asks, begging him to cut to the chase. He's not in the mood to talk.

"Heard about you and chuuya." Kunikida says as he takes a sip from his glass

Dazai sighs. "Sometimes I think I'm the only one who makes an effort in this relationship, yknow? I know we have history but, is that it? Are we just staying together because it feels familiar? And now we've got this kid and....I just....I don't know...."

Kunikida let's him finish talking and waits a second before starting

"You want my advice?"

"I'd rather have that drink in your hand"

Kunikida hands the glass over to dazai "i think you two are toxic as hell"

Dazai makes a subtle surprised look

"You both think you're doing the most while the other does the bare minimum. You both think the other has horrible qualities. You both find each other familiar. But you stick together despite it all. Maybe that's not just because it's familiar. Maybe you stick together because you know it's right. What I love about your relationship is that you can say whatever you want to each other and the next day you're still there. Plus, given the type of person you are, he probably had to deal with just as much. You're perfect for each other because you two are so goddamn imperfect that it just fits. A broken glass only stays together if the pieces that broke fit."

Dazai didn't expect to take any of kunikidas advice. He was planning on barely listening and just leaving him to pay his tab. But to his surprise, he got to him

Dazai gets up from his sadly slouched position and sits up properly, giving kunikidas words a lot of thought. He traced the rim of the glass with his finger. It was funny because he was doing the same thing in the same booth at this very bar, when he had his first drink witj chuuya

They were both still in the mafia back then, only about 15, when they took down a small group of thugs that were robbing the bar. Not for any righteous reason, though, the group had just been a big pain in the Port Mafia's trading business by stealing months worth of products so Double Black were sent to get rid of them

Chuuya was having a particularly bad day that day, and his anger let him do most of the fighting. Meanwhile, dazai got bored and distracted himself by examining an old looking bottle of brown liquid

By the time chuuya was done, dazai had started calling him over

"Oi! Chibi! Check this out!" He called

"I'm right here next to you you don't need to shout!" "Says the guy shouting right now! "What do you want?!"

"Check this out" dazai said, showcasing the fancy old bottle

"Scotch? You think you can take that?" Chuuya asks

"Oh and you can?" Dazai rebutted

"Please, I grew up in tje slums, if we were thirsty it was either this or the shit-infested water down by the creek. Give me that" he grabbed the bottle right out of dazais slender hands and took a swig out of it

He immediately regretted it as tje moment the liquid entered his mouth and went down his throat, tje boy coughed and gagged, choking on the horrid flavor, much to dazais delight

"Oooh look who can't handle a sip of a little alcohol! Mister Slumlord Gangster!" He teased as he took a confident gulp of the same drink

The feeling was intense. Words his little 15 year old mind couldn't fathom its flavor. In mere seconds he was a coughing, gagging mess just like his friend over there

Once their lungs had settled, dazai took a look at his unfriendly companion. It was only now that he realized how similar they actually were. Just two messed up teenagers barking way too big for their bite and projecting their insecurities on each other. But at least they did it together

"Um, sir?" An unfamiliar voice asked

Dazai snapped out of his trance to look up at the waiter

"Were closing now, sir. Please come back tomorrow"

Dazai and kunikida walked out of the bar to be greeted by the rain.

"You do some thinking for once, okay?" Kunikida said as a parting gift as the two of them went their separate ways

Dazai thought about chuuya the entire way home. As he entered his apartment, he realized, wait, isn't chuuya supposed to be here?

He looked around the small area and saw no sign that he was even there. The place was as he had left it, minus chuuyas things.

It wasn't like he was moving out, he had never moved in in the first place, but something about how empty the place looked without him just didn't feel right.

He figured he had just gone home. Taking his phone and dialing his number, he thought about what he was even going to say. How do you have an outburst like that and just leave? What are you supposed to say after that?

Dazai wasn't going to admit he was wrong. Was he wrong even? He didn't know. But maybe this was something he could work out with chuuya

Chuuyas phone rang, causing vibrations that went around the side of his pants. He took it out of his pocket and examined the small screen, making an uneasy face as he realized it was dazai. He took a second to imagine the pros and cons of answering, but after a few seconds the ring tone was bothering him, so he decided to do it anyway

"Hey, i-"

"Listen. I'm sorry about what I said, but I don't think it was wrong. We both have flaws and I think our relationship is strong enough to work through that. I'm sorry I yelled, okay? Please come back so we can talk about this."

"Dazai, I'll talk to you later, I'm at work." "Oh right. Sorry. I'll talk to you later"

Tje call ended and chuuya put his phone down.

"Call from the hubby?" Mori asked, turning around to face chuuya as he walked

"Yeah, we just got into this big fight, it's no big deal. And hey, he's not my husband."

They were walking down one of the many hallways of the Port Mafia headquarters when they stopped in front of a small empty room

"Not married, I see..." . Mori said witj a smile, watching chuuya walk ahead of him into the room.

"That's gonna change after you have the baby, though, right?"

Chuuya turned to face mori with eyes big as saucers

Before he could say anything or make a move, a thick layer of glass appeared to separate them, or mostly just to keep him inside. No matter how much he kicked or punched or manipulated his way out, he still couldn't make a scratch.

"You must've thought I was a fool to think I wouldn't find out" mori said

"Boss! I can still work through this! I can still be useful! I promise!"

"I don't need another mouth, chuuya." Mori shrugged off his statement as he slowly walked away

"You and your child are of no use to us now."