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May I add...

Dazai would let himself burn for Oda Sakunosuke

Fact.

Dazai would let the world burn for Chuuya

Chuuya would burn the world for Dazai

Skk soulmatism wins again

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A superior human being

Bro it took me years to realize, but Odasaku is just beautiful. Idk how to describe it, but it’s no wonder why Dazai loves him so much to even make a reality where he still lives.

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A stab in the heart would be less painful.

BSD BEAST

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The Day I Picked Up D... Depression (Bungo Stray Dogs)

When I started watching BSD (because I was severely depressed after JJK), people told me "wait for Chuuya's entry"... And then he appears, yes, the hat, the collar, the glove, the hair, very cool!

I waited for the chemistry to hit me, the explosive tension to engulf me.

I chuckled at their banter, but there was an underlying tension that I couldn't unsee. It was chaos, it was love-hate, but it didn't give me that blissful, wholesome vibes.

Then I watch Season 2, a tall, lanky man walks into the frame. He looks unkempt, nothing very noticeable at one glance except his towering height...

He has a little pout, his mouth turned down. Steel blue eyes, a pointy chin, ginger hair.

"Not bad... Maybe a cool side character." I say to myself.

Then he speaks, with a deep timbre, and I sit a little straighter.

He says he wants to write a novel.

He eats curry rice... Likes it spicy.

A low-ranking member of the Port Mafia.

Dazai Osamu looks at him like he hung the Sun and the Moon.

"Isn't that strange?" I wonder.

Ability: Flawless

Responsibility: Five kids

And then I watch him leave.

I stand at the crossroads where the long lapel of his coat flutters in the wind as he walks away.

Beside me stands an 18 year-old guy, his hand fisting the air in vain, crying out "Odasaku."

We both watch the light go out of our lives.

And the next day, it happens again...

And again...

And again.

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Actually people hate odazai cuz it's a fucking proship! But have fun prancing around online spamming grooming rhetoric everywhere... don't be surprised when people call you out on your bullshit.

Says "anonymous"... Lol

You have zero context, so let me give you some context. Read the original post below and then point out one wrong thing in that, and then we'll be talking.

Things Dazai didn't say about Oda

He is my father figure ❌

He is my sensei ❌

He's my older brother ❌

Things Dazai actually said

He is my friend ✅

Oda also called him his "only friend."

And the basis of that friendship is care, affection, a deep understanding, and LOVE.

Not every relationship has to be defined, or named, or understood. But they exist.

Odazai exists in its unspoken quiet beauty. You may not agree with it, you may not approve it, but it is as valid as the next fictional ship (because all anime ships are ultimately fictional 😉).

If Dazai was old enough to drink, use a gun, k*ll hundreds of people, and have the bloodiest history in Port Mafia, he was allowed to fall in love too...

This is the first, and the last time I'll speak for Odazai. The rest of the time I just enjoy their poignant dynamic.

Remember, Dazai left Port Mafia, the only home he ever knew of, in a heartbeat, believing the word of a departed friend. That's the kind of influence Oda Sakunosuke had on him!

I rest my case. 🙏

(Image: Snapshot from BSD season 2)

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This is how a friend of mine had to beg the mod of a group to let a perfectly harmless Odazai post to not be deleted, because of the toxicity caused by a specific BSD fandom I won't name. Speechless!

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Aiming for my heart, Odasaku?

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what an incredibly sad day for women

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Come back.

For one last drink.

You will be hearing from my lawyer!

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May I? An Odazai mini fic from Odasaku's POV

Both adults with an age gap

I can feel his gaze on me as I twiddle with my glass of whiskey.

"Odasaku, all good?" He asks, resting his chin on the stained countertop of the bar.

I shift awkwardly in my seat. Dazai has this uncanny ability to read me, and he nails it with his instincts almost every time.

"Yeah, same old, same old... small missions here and there. Apparently, I'm Mori's trusted chore boy now, " I sigh.

"It's pretty hard to get paid if you have a no-kill policy and you happen to work for the port mafia."

"How are your kids doing?" He asks in a soft voice.

"They probably know oni-chan is pretty broke, but they never complain. They're little angels, really." I feel a lump growing in my throat. I try to wash it down with two big gulps of alcohol.

I wince as it burns my throat.

"Odasaku, you know, if it's about the money I can always..."

"No, no, Dazai. They're my responsibility. You may be the youngest executive in the Port Mafia, but I can't take advantage of our friendship like that..." I shake my head firmly.

"Wish I didn't have a useless combat ability though" I exhale warily.

Dazai frowns.

"You sell yourself short. Your ability...you haven't seen its full potential yet. Perhaps it isn't as useful in large scale combat.. *he takes a sip of his liquor*

But you have no idea what it's capable of in a one-on-one fight."

"The Boss doesn't see it that way," I let out a bitter chuckle.

"The Boss isn't always right" Dazai quips.

"Well, a ratty old bastard like me can hardly hope to find another job" I shrug.

"What?! You mean a good-looking, charming man like you?" Dazai rolls his eyes.

I scoff. "You're kidding right?"

He looks me up and down. His eyes studying me intently.

"Of course not. You are quite handsome. In fact, I can think of dozens of women who would swoon if they saw you."

"If only I was into women." I mutter.

His eyes widen at my words.

"Not into women?

Are you into men then?"

I look down and nod silently.

He thinks for a moment. His eyes glint with a mischievous smile.

"May I try something?"

"What it is?"

"Lean forward and close your eyes."

"Why?"

My heart flutters.

"Just do it. No questions. I promise it'll just take a second."

He leans forward and gently grabs the back of my head with his long slender fingers, pulling me closer. He moves his thumb across my lips and his breath tickles my ear as he softly whispers*

"You're beautiful.."

"What... What are you..." I gasp. My eyes fly open.

He leans in closer until his face is a mere two inches from mine. He slowly runs his thumb across my bottom lip, his hand still tangled in my hair.

"Your lip...it's soft."

"Dazai!"

He ignores my protest and gently tugs on my hair once more.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, you know that? You look absolutely stunning when you turn beet red like this."

My heartbeat is so loud in my ears, I can barely hear anything.

"Dazai kun, this is madness! I'm older than you. You don't know what you're doing."

He pins me against the counter, trapping my body against the hard cold surface. His fingers slide under my shirt and traces the bare skin of my waist.

"Of course I know what I'm doing. The age difference doesn't matter to me."

He moves his lips closer. I can feel them brushing against my skin as he speaks.

I pull away, my face on fire. "No, Dazai, this is not going to happen. Ever."

His eyes darken.

"And why not?"

My sweaty palms ball up the fabric of my coat. My hands are shaking and I need a cigarette right now.

"I...I'm leaving."

He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back.

"No. You're not going anywhere."

He pins my back against the counter, boxing me in with his arms on both sides.

"Dazai..." I utter in a broken voice. "You need to stay away from me. Please."

He ignores me, instead he leans even closer, his body fully pressed against mine. Now that he is this close, I can feel every movement of his body, every rise and fall of his chest, every twitch of his muscles, every twitch of the hands.

"Don't tell me to stay away from you, Odasaku. I don't... I don't want to stay away from you..."

"Dazai!"

I slap him hard across the cheek. The sound reverberated in the empty chamber of my heart. I run out of the bar without looking back. I run and run... Until I find a dark alleyway to hide.

I repeatedly hit the wall until my knuckles are bleeding. I cry out in agony, how could I slap the person I love the most?

Dazai's fingers are still touching the sore spot on his reddening cheek, the shock and shame he initially felt slowly being replaced by a deep dark anger. He walks out of the bar, his eyes searching.

As Dazai turns a corner, he spots me. Seeing me alone on the ground in the heavy rain makes the anger within him fizzle out. he rushes over to me and grabs my shoulders.

"Odasaku!"

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Made a quick birthday sketch for Odasaku 🥰

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I carried a prison in my heart.

He carried a home.

Official BSD illustration and snapshot from episode

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Hi, can someone please tell me what this hashtag mean?

OTP: your mind dances

Just curious!

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Aww! This is Dazai's reaction when Oda said "don't call me Odasaku."

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So, this conversation canonically exists... One more reason to love Odazai 🥰

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Come home, my lost ship.

I'll paint you a beautiful Sunset.

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You may forget me one day.

I won't call you by your name.

You may hate me one day.

Who won't? You're not to blame.

But darling,

for your one look of contempt.

I'll burn the world,

And set my heart to flame.

An ode to Odazai.