Soukoku oneshots (Bsd)

•Newlyweds•

"You're not actually going to wear that, are you?" Dazai smirked, his eyes scanning the outfit Chuuya had laid out on the bed.

Chuuya glared at him, fists clenching. "What's wrong with it?"

Dazai leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "It's a little... extra, don't you think?"

The bride-to-be rolled his eyes. "It's my wedding day, Dazai. I can wear whatever I want."

The room was filled with the scent of Dazai's cigarette smoke, a smell that had become as familiar to Chuuya as his own cologne. He picked up the crimson vest and held it up to his chest, examining it in the mirror. The fabric was velvet, the color deep and rich like fresh blood. It was definitely not what most people would consider traditional wedding attire, but that was the point. Chuuya had always done things his way, and today was no exception.

"Besides," he said, turning to face Dazai with a smirk of his own, "you're one to talk."

Dazai's outfit was a stark contrast to the norm as well. He had chosen a sleek black suit with a silver tie, looking more like a man about to conduct a covert operation than one about to walk down the aisle. His hair was styled in a way that suggested he had just rolled out of bed, yet somehow it worked for him. It was the same nonchalant charm that had drawn Chuuya to him in the first place.

The two of them had come a long way from their tumultuous beginnings, from enemies to unlikely friends and now, soon-to-be husband and wife. The path had been fraught with danger and intrigue, but they had always found their way back to each other.

Their relationship was not one for the fairy tales, but it was theirs. And today, they were going to make it official.

Dazai took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a slow stream. "Fine. If you're going to be a rebel, I'll be one too."

Chuuya couldn't help but laugh. "That's the spirit."

The room grew quiet as they both took a moment to let the gravity of the situation sink in. They had faced so much together, and now they were about to make a commitment that would bind them together forever.

Dazai's eyes softened, and he took a step closer to Chuuya. "You look good," he said, his voice low and earnest.

Chuuya felt his cheeks warm and he looked away, fidgeting with the vest. "Thanks," he murmured.

The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of excitement and nerves. They had both been through so much, and now they were about to embark on a new adventure together.

As they stared into the mirror, Chuuya reached out and took Dazai's hand. "Ready?"

Dazai nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's do this."

The two of them turned to each other, and in that moment, the world outside their room ceased to exist. It was just them, two souls ready to intertwine their fates.

And with that, they began to get dressed for the most unconventional wedding the city had ever seen.

Dazai put out his cigarette in an ashtray, the sizzle echoing in the silence of the room. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had seen Chuuya in many different lights-as a rival, a partner, a confidant-but never like this. The sight of Chuuya in that crimson vest brought a peculiar warmth to his chest, a feeling he hadn't quite identified yet.

Chuuya slipped into the vest with the ease of a seasoned performer, the fabric hugging his body in a way that made Dazai's throat tighten. The shirt beneath was a crisp white, a stark contrast to the boldness of the vest. His eyes searched Dazai's for approval, and Dazai couldn't help but nod, his smile growing wider.