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Completely normal boring skk headshots bc that's the best i can do recently muah

Well, ignoring my inability to get anatomy correct, here's Chuuya having a stretch

What if I told you that a little project called Chuuya the Vampire Slayer has taken root in my brain and in my google docs…

“What do you want?” Chuuya asks, already irritated by Dazai’s presence.

“I’m hungry,” Dazai says, sulkily but with an edge to it.

That makes Chuuya pause.

He wonders if Dazai truly appreciates the gravity of this situation. He thinks he does, or at least understands it, if not appreciates it, despite his tone teetering toward a childish whine.

But Chuuya will do his damndest to not let Dazai see it affect him.

He’s not scared—far from it—but there’s anxiety prickling under his skin at the plain fact that he’s willingly doing this.

He’d like to say it won’t change anything, but his intuition tells him this will be one of those moments that slices his life into a before and an after.

In the past, a few lucky vamps managed to get bites in before he slayed them, but they never got further than a mere sip of his blood. Those vampires were far older, more experienced, and had attacked him with bona fide minions to get past his defenses.

He hated giving them even the briefest satisfaction of tasting his blood.

And now…

Dazai approaches, close enough to force Chuuya to look up at him.

This won’t do.

With a hand on his chest, Chuuya roughly pushes him away.

“Not the neck,” he says, firm and leaving no room for protest.

Dazai protests anyway.

“Ah, but it looks so tempting and delicious~!”

“It’s a fucking neck,” Chuuya mumbles as he gets his keys back out and unlocks the bookstore’s back door.

He doesn’t turn on any of the lights and resolutely ignores the pounding of his heart as he makes his way to an armchair in the central reading area.

It’s eerily quiet without the sound of Dazai’s breath. Chuuya can sense him there, but it is an undeniably inhuman presence that’s following him.

His instincts itch to lash out, to take out the threat, but he takes a deep breath to soothe the feeling of wrongness this whole affair instills in him.

He removes his jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair before taking a seat.

“Knees,” he says, bluntly, gesturing to the floor before him.

Dazai’s brow quirks, that playful smile dancing at the corner of his lips. His eyes grow brighter as he sinks to his knees before Chuuya.

“Aren’t you afraid that I can’t control myself?” Dazai taunts.

Chuuya scoffs. “No.”

A pout. “Why not?”

Chuuya smirks. “I can control you.”

Dazai’s eyes are glowing red now, though they lack the madness from his bloodlust.

Chuuya extends his left forearm toward Dazai and spreads his legs wide to let him shuffle closer.

“I’ll kill you if you try to take too much,” Chuuya says, leveling his gaze with Dazai’s. He casually holds a stake in his right hand and leans his elbow on his knee, bringing their faces closer together. “You get that, yeah?”

Soukoku from Bungo Stray Dogs || art cr — @pleu_cas on X

An incredibly vague concept for a character I've had lurking at the back of my head since 2016