May I Suggest A Chuuya Pixel Sprite

may I suggest a Chuuya pixel sprite 👀

after much procrastination here he is!! Thank you for your patience 😭🙏

I think its best if he never works in customer service

the glamorous life of a mafia executive

(based on an idea from Remi!)

hc that Dazai made a point of calling Chuuya small when they met because Dazai was used to being the small one.

like, finally there was someone shorter than him. because let’s be real, Dazai was barely taller than Chuuya in Fifteen.

i think people forget how small Dazai was too— not just in height, but also in weight. He was underweight in Dark Era, but in Fifteen & even at present he's barely within the healthy weight range for his height. he was constantly described as a twig in Fifteen, and almost every time he's introduced in the light novels he's called lanky, slender, etc.

Whenever one of them feels down the other two take a day off and go to their favourite places and get favourite food or just stay at home cuddling

Kunikida who sees Chuuya and Dazai as completely and utterly human.

But also Kunikida witnessing loss infront of his eyes and breaking down over his own failures.

And Dazai and Chuuya holding Kunikida in their arms and having to remind him that he's human too.

Now I need Atsushi, Chuuya and Tachihara to all become friends and bond over being experimented on.

Having to deal with torture, and annoying pretentious scientists monologuing about improving and bringing out their full potential.

Mori's just secretly taking notes in the corner and everyone else is horrified.

I forgot that the headmaster is a person and can be buried...

Odasaku, Sasaki, and the orphanage headmaster are all buried in the same cemetery.

So Kunikida, Atsushi, and Dazai all run into each other grave visiting regularly and politely pretend they don’t. They never acknowledge the meaning behind the bouquets brought, even if all of them know the others know flower language. They never acknowledge the tear streaks down Atsushi’s face, or the solemn look on Kunikida’s. Atsushi never points out how the scent of whiskey is always a bit stronger on Dazai’s coat. They never acknowledge the location of their accidental meetings.

Sometimes Kunikida might offer to take them to get food, or Atsushi will offer a random hard candy from his pocket, on colder days Dazai might lend his coat. None of them are really themselves when faced with grief, and none of them will to hold it against each other.