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"He was a fairy—"

I recently read the BSD fic Soft, Soft Dandelions and fell in love with the setting and tiny fairy Chuuya, I just had to draw for it!

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A Softer Beginning

Hi um... I've wanted to do this for awhile and several people have actually been really supportive of the idea so... I wrote just a little thing about Dazai getting kinda chubby post-canon, cuz I love the concept of weight gain as a sign of healing. And Dazai really deserves to be happy and healthy for a change. I hope you all can enjoy it!

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs | Ship: Soukoku | CW: weight gain, talk of Dazai's suicidal tendencies

In the few months since the Decay of Angels incident, things had started to settle down, in more than one way. The world was currently at peace. The alliance between the ADA and Port Mafia was still intact and only grew stronger. Several members of both organizations had formed friendships even outside of their respective jobs. And to no one's surprise except maybe their own, Dazai and Chuuya had fallen into a more steady, domestic relationship.

If you asked Dazai, he'd say he was just annoying Chuuya as usual but with the added benefits of sharing his bed at night and no longer being secretive about it. He also happened to be mooching free food off his partner every chance he got.

Chuuya was in fact a very talented little chef, and Dazai had to suffer four years without eating his cooking so if he overindulged a little now, who could blame him? Especially if he could convince (i.e. beg and plead) Chuuya to make his favorite crab dishes and sweet desserts.

It wasn't until a couple months into their new routine that Dazai began to notice little changes. Like the way his pants fit a bit tighter on his hips and thighs, or the way the buttons on his vest strained just a little over his tummy. He wasn't exactly worried about it, but he also was not looking forward to what Yosano would have to say at his upcoming exam...

...which turned out to be nothing. She didn't comment at all, even though it was obvious without his shirt and bandages that he was gaining weight. The scale didn't lie either. He was at least 15 pounds heavier. And yet, all she said at the end was that she was glad his leg seemed to have healed up well.

"Just keep an eye on things, and let me know if anything changes, ok?" she said.

Dazai hesitated before asking, but eventually said, "But what about...?"

He didn't really know how to voice it. He could only stare at her awkwardly and absentmindedly rub his now softer midsection.

"What about the little belly you're getting?" Yosano smiled at him from her desk. Dazai nodded sheepishly.

"Guess Chuuya's been feeding you well, huh? It's about time someone did," she said. "You've been underweight as long as I've known you. Putting on a few pounds will be good for you, actually."

Dazai still looked skeptical. Yosano set her notepad aside and faced him fully. "Let me ask you this then," she said, "How have you been feeling the past few weeks?"

Dazai poked at the squishy bit of fat on his belly and pondered this for a moment. The past few weeks he wasn't so tired and frail anymore; he felt stronger. He had fewer bad days with his depression. In fact, when was the last time he even looked at a river, let alone contemplated jumping into one? He was drinking less too. And the last time he looked in the mirror he'd been surprised to see his skin less pale and his hair more lush.

And Chuuya. He was finally in the relationship with his partner he'd always hoped they could have. Living together, seeing each other every night, asking each other about their day, having lame little dates where they cuddled and watched a movie on the couch.

Sure, Chuuya also made him do stupid things like sleep on a regular schedule and eat vegetables (gross), and they still bickered like children mostly for the fun of it. But in spite of everything, Dazai was happy. He hadn't been happy in a long time.

"I feel... good," he finally said.

"Well, there you go," Yosano smiled.

The doctor's reassurance was one thing, but a couple weeks later he was a couple pounds heavier, and Dazai couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious as he returned home that evening. He was momentarily distracted however by the smell of whatever Chuuya was currently cooking for dinner. It practically had his mouth watering.

"Hey, Mackerel," Chuuya called when heard him come in.

"Chibi~" Dazai joined his partner in the kitchen, hugging him from behind and resting his chin on Chuuya's head. "Whatcha makin'?"

"Crab stew," Chuuya answered.

"For meee?" Dazai gasped in mock surprise.

"Yep, just for you," Chuuya smirked.

Dazai watched him stirring the pot for a bit longer before he finally spoke again.

"Chuuya's got to stop cooking so good. I'm gonna get fat..." He sighed dramatically, still playful. This way, depending on Chuuya's reaction, he could just play it off as a joke.

Chuuya snorted softly and responded, "I don't think your body's capable of it, beanpole."

And maybe the next bit came out sounding a little more sincere than he intended, but Dazai still asked, "Chuuya would still love me anyway, right?"

"What kinda fuckin' question is that?!" the shorter man frowned, "Yeah, of course I would, dumbass!"

Dazai was ready to throw out the 'I was just kidding' line when Chuuya turned to look up at him. "Wait. Is this cuz you've been gettin' kinda chubby lately?" he asked.

Dazai froze up but managed to choke out a weak response. "So you um... you noticed that, huh?"

Chuuya had noticed it, when he came home from work late one night and climbed into bed where Dazai was already asleep. He wrapped his arms around Dazai and realized as he was holding him that his tummy felt soft and doughy; his hips had a thin layer of pudge instead of the usual sharp angles; even his ass was a bit rounder.

Chuuya thought about the past few weeks. Watching his partner eating properly for a change, and then eating more over time. Watching him slowly fill out and grow softer. Watching some color come into his face and some light into his eyes.

And maybe Chuuya was partially to blame, but the way Dazai beamed at him when he baked his favorite cookies - Chuuya felt his heart stop beating for a moment, every time.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about that," Chuuya assured him. "It's not a bad thing."

"It's not?" Dazai tilted his head like a confused puppy.

"No," Chuuya told him. "Besides, I think it looks good on you."

It took a moment of Dazai's perplexed staring for Chuuya to realize what he'd said. He felt himself blushing as a wide Cheshire cat grin spread over Dazai's face.

"Chuuya likes me chubby~" he chanted in his obnoxious sing-song voice, hugging Chuuya tightly.

"Shut up! It's not just that!" Chuuya protested, squirming in his grip. When he escaped Dazai's arms, he looked up at him with all seriousness now.

"It's like... a sign that you're doing better," Chuuya said. He gently ran his hands up and down Dazai's arms. Despite the bandages, there had been no new wounds to hide for quite awhile. "You're healthier, and you're happier, and I know that's been hard for you. You're improving so much and I'm just... really proud of you."

Now it was Dazai's turn to flush a deep cherry red. He promptly buried his face in Chuuya's shoulder and whined, "Don't say stuff like that! Chuuya's sooo embarrassing!"

Chuuya laughed and hugged him, kissing his cheek and squeezing his new lovehandles. "And yes, I like you chubby," he added.

"I won't mind getting fat if it's from Chuuya's cooking!" Dazai declared. "It's the best!"

"Hope you're hungry then," Chuuya chuckled. "Dinner's almost ready."