4 Works by chuuchi
Listing Works
-
Tags
Summary
Geto Suguru was the picturesque definition of neat. His clothes were always smoothed, not a hair was out of place unless he wanted it so, his voice calm, soothing, steady (besides the times when Satoru riled him up, of course).
What was in Satoru’s eyes at the current moment was nothing like the Suguru Satoru knew. The boy was sprawled on the floor of the stall, legs spread unabashedly. His uniform hung off his body, exposing sharp collarbones, toned muscles, and plump thighs. His entire body was flushed a deep red. Only now did the realisation hit Satoru: that strange scent wasn’t a mere Cursed Technique—it was coming from Suguru himself.
-
Tags
Summary
Atsushi and Akutagawa had finally laid Fukuchi Ouchi to rest. Now one last task lay in front of them--dealing with facing their true demons: their emotions.
-
Tags
Summary
A story of a man who could only be as cold and emotionless as the moon, and his Sun.
-
Tags
Summary
The knock was rough and impatient; the annoyance behind it apparent. Dazai knew that type of knock could only come from one person, whose anger was as familiar to him as his own flesh and blood. He let out a series of frustrated curses to himself. His breath came out in sharp huffs as he saturated a bath towel with hydrogen peroxide and scrubbed at the dried blood. Chuuya would be furious at the unsightly state of his bathroom.