[The way Chuuya’s head tilts is disgustingly unnatural, yet another reminder. He backs off long enough for Dazai to try and move back, adrenaline sinking under his skin. If this were anyone else, he’d simply not care. It’s hardly like he’d die from this, probably. But the fact that it’s Chuuya is what he can’t stand.
His knee pushes against Chuuya’s crotch when they move together, a mocking pantomime of things they’ve done in the past, without the familiar flush on Chuuya’s face and the way his brows knit in irritation. Dazai grimaces, yanking at his wrist. He really hadn’t been planning on fighting Chuuya in any capacity, but it seems he’s not being given a choice. Yes, Dazai could simply let him do as he wants, but it feels wrong. It makes his skin crawl.
He tries shoving his knee up, an attempt to draw at least some sort of pain, or unseat Chuuya enough to regain a vague upper hand.]
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Date: 2022-08-24 09:48 pm (UTC)His knee pushes against Chuuya’s crotch when they move together, a mocking pantomime of things they’ve done in the past, without the familiar flush on Chuuya’s face and the way his brows knit in irritation. Dazai grimaces, yanking at his wrist. He really hadn’t been planning on fighting Chuuya in any capacity, but it seems he’s not being given a choice. Yes, Dazai could simply let him do as he wants, but it feels wrong. It makes his skin crawl.
He tries shoving his knee up, an attempt to draw at least some sort of pain, or unseat Chuuya enough to regain a vague upper hand.]