Braces!dazai Strikes Again ! Chuuya Has Some Realizations

braces!dazai strikes again ! chuuya has some realizations

okay i’m awake time to write for my silly little phone spiders

*Miles popping into Earth-42*

Miles: Hey dude! I’m kind of in the middle of a big fight right now with some enhanced villains. Wanna hop over and punch them really hard? Come on, I know you wanna punch them really hard.

Miles G: (drops the thug he was threatening) Yeah sure.

*an hour later on Earth-1610*

Miles: (throwing Rhino over to Miles G like he weighs nothing) BATTER UP

Miles G: (laughing maniacally as he punches him into the sun with his Prowler gauntlet)

Gwen, Pavitr, and Peter B: Well, at least they’re having fun.

calling || miles morales

"Hey there Juliet," he called out to you, his mask half pulled up showing off a smirk, albeit a nervous one.

You didn't respond, only rolling your eyes and increasing the volume of your music as you continued to summarise your notes on your desk.

If he could ignore you, you could ignore him too.

"Come on babe," he begged, clumsily pulling off his mask and making his way into your room, shutting the window once he was fully inside.

He pauses for a second, waiting for you to respond. But you don't, your back was turned towards him and you were making a show of twirling your pen between your fingers.

Sighing, Miles's eyes flicked around your room as he thought of what else to say. Spider-business wasn't the best excuse for ignoring you, in fact it wasn't even an excuse. He promised to update you no matter what, it was the only thing you asked of him once you found out of his spidery situation.

The thought of that only made him feel worse. It didn't help that his eyes landed on the framed picture on your bookshelf, and he couldn't help but walk towards it.

It wasn't that old of a picture, it was only taken a couple months ago. One of your schoolmates had taken it, which one, he couldn't remember right now. He was too distracted by what looking at the picture made him feel.

You were both in your uniforms, slightly dishevelled from a day full of quizzes. You were sitting in your usual seat, head looking off to the side with a tired expression on your face, cheeks puffed and lips jutting out. And he stood up behind you, bent down slightly, arm resting on your head and chin on his arm. He looked equally tired, maybe even more so. Eyes drooping, mouth open, and sweat on his brow.

Miles chuckled at how stupid he looked, before his gaze ran down to his hand that rested on your shoulder in the picture. Your hand was on top of his, and he remembered how your thumb ran across his knuckles as you both sat. You were both so tired at that moment, yet so content. He didn't notice that his gloved hand had reached out to touch the part of the picture where your hands met.

He was only one movement away when your voice stopped him.

"What are you still doing here," your voice pulled him away from the picture, making him turn to you.

Your arms were crossed against your chest, and a scowl played itself on your lips. Despite your look however, he saw that red that rimmed your eyes.

And that hurt him the most.

"Hello, earth to Miles," your voice caught his attention once more, drawing his own voice. Sadly, that voice didn't come with coherent thought.

"Um, hi," he said, cursing himself in his head, making you scoff once more.

"Hi, is that all you have to say for yourself Miles?" You growled, walking two steps towards him.

"30 messages, 8 missed calls. And all you have to fucking say is hi?"

He cringed as your voice boomed against your walls, and you were glad that your roommate was gone for the week. You had a lot to say, you had a lot to say for a while now. And now looking at him after all this time, was the final nail in the coffin.

"You know when you told me you were the new Spiderman I was shocked. I mean who wouldn't be," you began to pace the room and his eyes watched your every step.

"One day your boyfriend's your boyfriend, and the next he's a masked vigilante who goes out risking his life every night. And I get it, I understand why you do it Miles." You sighed, looking at him for a split second before continuing your trek.

"I understand why you do it, I admire it even. That's why I didn't stop you, hell I don't have the right to stop you. But all I asked was that you tell me what's going on. You tell me that you're okay, you tell me if you can't make something, you tell me if you're alive."

Pausing again, you turned to face him fully, and it pained you to see the look on his face. But still you continued, taking a step closer to him.

"The first seven times you kept me in the dark Miles, I was worried sick. But I understood why, I forgave you even. Sometimes you're too preoccupied, sometimes you're too tired, sometimes you're too hurt to respond. I understood all those things, I understood that some things are just more important."

You took in breath, uncrossing your arms and bringing them to your sides. Clenching your fists ever so slightly.

"But I can only understand so much Miles." And that's when your voice and his heart began to break.

"I'm tired of waiting on you. I'm tired of worrying about you and wondering if you're safe. It hurts so much Miles, sometimes it's not even like I'm waiting for you to respond. It's like I'm waiting on a ghost."

You take a few more steps towards him, till you were both only one step apart. It took a couple seconds for you to do it, but you locked eyes with him.

"I love you Miles," you breathed.

"I really do, but this," you gestured between you two.

"It's breaking me, and as much as I love you, as much as I want to keep waiting, I can't. I can't, not anymore."

"What are you trying to say?" He finally spoke up, taking the last step towards you.

"I'm saying that it's over Miles."

His eyes went wide at this, and his hands moved to gently grip your hands. He was so surprised you didn't pull away.

"You can't be serious mi amor" he said, bringing your hands to his lips to kiss them. Ever so gently, it was like your heart was breaking all over again.

"I didn't know you felt like this. Please let me fix this," he begged, searching your eyes for whatever hope he could find.

"I don't think there's anything to fix ligaya." You held his gaze, thinking that this would be the last that nickname left your lips.

"And you did know. At least I tried to let you know. Every time it happened, I'd tell you how I felt. And you'd promise that it would never happen again. But it did."

"I just can't anymore Miles, I'm sorry," you said, for the last time, pulling your hands away from him, walking back to your desk.

Miles stood there, mouth agape as he watched you sit back down, putting your earphones in and picking up your pen. He didn't stop you, because he knew you were right.

He remembered all the times you told him how worried you were, how scared you were, with his face gently resting in your hands. And he remembered that he did make those promises, and broke every single one.

He heard you, screaming out and calling to him, everytime. And as he put his mask back on and made his way out your window.

He knew it was all his fault.

Happy Birthday Dazai Osamu-sensei!

Dazai Osamu is by far the author with the most quotes on my blog, so to celebrate his birthday here are his top ten quotes:

Quote #10:

“It seems you’re not satisfied unless you always make yourself the protagonist in some tragedy.”

- Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

Quote #9:

“He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.”

- Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human

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Happy birthday Dazai!!!