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15!soukoku edit (credit and ask me if used)
#15!dazai#15!chuuya#15!skk#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#skk#bsd skk#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#15 era bsd#tv girl#tv girl reference#taking whats not yours#twtbanner
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Since everyone liked my fem atsushi design 🫶🏼
I reject long hair+big boob dazai, that’s NOT my dazai.
#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai fanart#15 dazai#dazai dark era#fem dazai#genderbend#Genderbent bsd#bsd au#bsd#bsd fanart#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#fanart
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should I start posting actual videos instead of just frame dumps? because Tumblr doesn't really like vids but the frames are usually pretty out of context unless I post the full vids ^-^;
#animatic#animation#fanart#art#my art#dazai#15 dazai#bsd dazai#bsd dazai osamu#bsd osamu dazai#bungo stray dogs dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai bsd#dazai fanart#dazai osamu#dazai osamu bsd#osamu dazai#pm dazai#mori#mori ougai#ougai mori#lol#bsd#bsd fanart#bsd art#bsd 15#bsd dark era#bsd fifteen#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs
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Disqualified as a human being
#june's art#artists on tumblr#artwork#art#fanart#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd art#bungou stray dogs fanart#art inspo#digital art#dazai fanart#dazai osamu fanart#bsd dazai#mafia dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai osamu#bsd beast#beast dazai#15 dazai#dark era dazai#bsd manga#bungo stray dogs fanart#illustration#digital drawing#drawing#look at those dead fish eyes#:O
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ghost city
#j11nko art#doodle#experimental#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs fanart#bungo stray dogs fanart#procreate#dazai#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#dazai dark era#dark era dazai#dazai 15
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idk abt others but yes i do eat up every single one of ur hs au bc it's so silly and yes i am looking at you with a chuuya plushie in my hand to ask for a dazai x reader hs au fanfic
✧ "YOU ARE THE CITY OF MY HEART"
☆ synopsis ↺: skipping class with your classmate, dazai yet again. but this time, you explore the ocean of your feelings together.
☆ content ↺: HIGHSCHOOL AU 15ZAI, musical prodigy! dazai, photographer! dazai, introvert! dazai, slightly ooc, fluff
☆ NOW PLAYING ↺: UNDERSTAND — keshi
☆ w/c ↺: 2k
you don't think you have ever lived without noise,
ever since you were a kid, you were talked your ear off by your parents, lectured by several adults, and screamed plentifully with friends. when there was silence, there was music to mask it. good or bad noise, it existed, survived, and was a huge part of your life.
but you,
Dazai Osamu, are probably the quietest person you've ever known.
the only sound you could associate with him was the shutter of a camera taking a picture—the same sound you've been continually hearing.
It was a regular school day, both dressed in full uniform, baking under the bright rays of the morning sun. There wasn't anything particularly wrong about this day. you could pick off the reddening leaves from bark-ridden tree branches and soak in the imprint of tree stumps, looking ever so similar to that of a fingerprint. it was a pretty autumn day; you just so happened to get to see that. you think, taking a withering leaf into the palm of your hand.
shutter.
"osamu, stop taking photos of me." —you chide, gently swatting the pointed camera out of view. the brunette in front of you, currently crouching, laughs boyishly as he removes his face pressed against the camera, gaze now overseeing the autumn sight before him. "sorry," dazai whispers, tinkering with a few buttons to review the photos he took. "you don't have to skip class with me, y'know." he murmurs, eyes glued to his camera.
he was a photographer, a pretty one at that. quiet and mysterious, you were rather surprised to learn that a boy reads fine literature and other classical means. sometimes, he picked up a violin or combined delicate fingers to gracefully waltz with a grand piano. his most prized possession was a camera, freezing the most beautiful of the intricacies of nature and people. but who was he? the boy who read books instead of taking notes in lectures, wavy chocolate brown hair that sun rays adored to find a home in, and a tall and slim build fitted in a school uniform and bandages. to capture the slope of his cheek, the deep hazel in hollow irises, and his olive skin. he was Dazai Osamu, a walking mystery.
so, you'd like to know where you stood with him in terms of relationship and if he even likes you at all. skipping class together, sneaking in your window at night, pretending to hang out with friends if it meant seeing him—it didn’t feel like something close friends did, like he was a secret you wanted to keep for yourself. but you couldn’t tell if that greed was reciprocated, if he was bored, or even considered you a close friend, a best friend. but instead of worrying too much, you only watch how his fingers work with a bulky camera, capturing nature's highs and lows.
“i know,” you twiddle with your fingers, grumbling, “class is boring anyway.” the brunette furrows his brows at the photos, brushing your excuse off, “this is shit. i think i’ve taken enough photos around the school.” he groans softly; you could practically hear his creative mind burning in the process. “did you delete the picture of me?” you question, standing over the lanky boy’s crouched form. “no, that one is good. i mean, the actual background, it's all repetitive.”
you tap a finger on your chim, “ahh,” you hum, pretending to understand his perspective. “winter should be here already.” the teenager grumbles under his breath before letting go of the camera to let it hang off his neck. you pace around slowly, feeling the surface of leaves crushing under your heels. “I mean, you don’t have to stay in school if you’re already skipping class.” you mutter, watching as a boyish grin lights up on his face. “you’re right, [y/n]! let’s go!”
a cold hand wraps his fingers around yours before dragging you to the nearest exit—"dazai!” you whine as the brunette drags you, “it’s cooooolllddddd!” you complain, your scarf nearly falling off as you run and run. hand in hand. this rather rushing feeling brings you a taste of memories you barely remember you had.
no one understood Dazai Osamu,
because he was a prodigy, he was something. something big, something great, something that made other geniuses seethe in envy. the boy had extraordinary intellect but a weak mind. no, dazai wasn't weak. he was just always unwell to a certain degree, and to most, it didn't take much to figure out—wearing long sleeves in summer, loving bandages for the comforting feelings even if he didn't need them, and reading books guiding the suicidal. dazai never hid it—that he was unwell, almost like a cry for help.
but for the genius that he was, nobody understood that.
but you did, in seventh grade. you were sniffling, pacing in remnants of snow as tears blurred your vision. though in your hazy field of sight, you outline the figure of one of your classmates approaching you, his tall frame catching the snowflakes from hitting your face. slowly, a boyish voice calls out.
"...are you okay?"
it was dazai, the stone-faced boy and talented prodigy. he wore a black trenchcoat, a little too big for his figure, and covered one of his chocolate brown eyes with bandages. you shook your head, a throbbing pain added from the tinge of snowflakes collecting in your hair. his stoic gaze never left you, standing there in the middle of a snowstorm, crying. the boy himself couldn't muster a feasible reason for walking outside in a snowstorm at this hour, so out of courtesy and a slight tinge of nervousness, he whispered, "let's go for a walk."
suddenly, nimble fingers reach out to grab yours; your fingers are used to originally wipe snot and cover your face. but dazai had no reaction to anything gross like that—like snot and tears. instead, he took shaky fingers into the cold ones of his own, pulling you gently along the sidewalk. you could barely make out his face or your feelings at the moment, only focused on his broad shoulders covered by that raven trench coat, soaking up snowflakes and the well of your tears.
from there, you walked and walked. hand in hand. soon running together with no particular destination—only feeling your body starting to warm up, sore feet clashing against snow, and his hand that never let go of yours.
Dazai Osamu never knew why you were crying, nor did you know what ever went through his head that day.
but from that moment forward,
you understood him.
soon, you were led by that same hand past pretty autumn leaves and into a foresty meadow, closed off from the rest of the world. several forms of wildlife scrapped by, followed by a murky pond under the sun's wake, surrounded by trees of reds and oranges. it perfectly provided what the school's campus couldn't—a sense of divergence reeling in the soft convolutions of your brain. "pretty, isn't it?"—the brunette chimes, panting from the long distance you two ran. "why'd you do that?" you grumble, rubbing your abdomen from an incoming sharp pain, "don't you have asthma?"
he immediately backtracks, shooting you an unamused glare, "that's.. enough." dazai huffs, before removing the strapped camera around his neck, "here, maybe you can take better pictures than i can." the boy chuckles shyly, a very drastic verbal response than his usual arrogance.
"hmm," a gentle hum slips past your lips, squinting one of your eyes in order to press the machine against your face. "i can try." after scouting the area with his camera for a few seconds, you began to snap a few shots at the darkening lake, carrying several leaves in its wake.
and as you paid full attention to the awaiting winter, dazai's gaze stayed on you, his autumn. his gaze softened and his slightly chapped lips parted in a momentary surprise, taking you in with every breath he took. Dazai himself loved photography; he loved capturing moments that would soon get lost in time. the brunette, with a talent for many things, found solace in photos. he loved to take photos of resting cats, dark sceneries you'd only find in an alleyway of a fantasy novel, and candid pictures of random couples on dates. dazai loved taking photos but detested that he didn't have a camera on hand at the moment—for he wanted to freeze this divine sight of you in the confines of his brain. your face, fingers, the dip and curve of every facial feature, and how the lighting kisses your skin and hair.
"how's it like? being a total genius?"
you were rather familiar with all your classmates, just curiously getting to know the mysterious musical prodigy, dazai osamu. it was a work period, and everyone in class already begun to slack off, especially since there was a supply.
and you knew that the lanky boy was eerily quiet when the school's athletic hotshot, Chuuya Nakahara, wasn't around. so, asking stupid questions won't exactly result in stupid answers, or so you thought.
"why? wanna be like me?" — he smiles teasingly, tilting his sharp jaw in your direction. "don't think someone who cries in the snow can do it, sorry." you freeze up and scoff, slightly embarrassed from the former interaction you had with him. "dick." a peaceful but awkward silence fills the air between both of you before the boy clears his throat awkwardly. "But i'd be willing to talk about it if you let me bother you at lunch.?"
the question itself caught you off guard. looking around at the chattering students, "i—" the brunette backtracked, hiding his face slightly with gauzed fingers. "Actually!—I am going to bother you. you're friends with chuuya, aren't you?" you shrug, eyes fluttering to the ground, "..i guess so, but i don't eat with him or his friends."
A breathless chuckle slips past the prodigy's lips before covering his mouth softly, completely ignoring you, "alright then, see you anyway, crybaby."
he hates himself for not knowing what to do with you, but he loved you more to let hate consume him, like usual. dazai wanted you; he didn't know what yearning was until he saw pieces of you in sunsets, rain and snow. he's felt destiny with his childhood friend, chuuya nakahara. but he's never felt something so desiring, pining — like he wanted to be with you every day. and maybe one of those days he'll feel you without the stupid gauze wrapped around his fingers. maybe one day he can hold your hand without the excuse of dragging you somewhere new. maybe one day, dazai will figure out how to ask you to be his, how to love you, because he's sure you're the one he wants to love.
"ahh, wait.."
you cock a brow at his shocked face, grabbing onto your sleeve as if the prodigy were reaching for the stars.
"I wish I were a painter, instead." the boy pouts, holding your sleeve childishly, pulling a chuckle from your throat, "why is that, huh?"
dazai's eyes, ever so empty and unfilled, now gleam, pretty and gentle. Softly reaching out to part a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear, gazing up at you feverishly. "usually, I'm so prideful about these things, photography.."
The prodigy clears his throat, his fingers threading through soft strands of hair tucked behind your ear. "But your eyes, they are really pretty." Your lips part bashfully surprised, overcoming your ability to move.
The boy continues as if his mouth was switched on autopilot: " So I wish I could paint them instead. I guess just looking works, too, though."
He smiles cheekily.
all you ever knew was noise,
but you, Dazai Osamu, had that kind of silence to keep you awake at night. Whether that'd be holding hands in a snowstorm, or the few moments he'd stare into your eyes.
Little did you know, that was the moment he fell in love. Or rather, the time it took him to realise you don't fall.
That love has grown before you can even realise it.
✧ chocsra™
#chocsra#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#dazai osamu x reader#15 dazai x reader#15zai#15 dazai fluff#dazai dark era#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd x you#bsd x y/n#dazai one shot
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they were not let off easily btw
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#atsushi nakajima#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#braces!dazai#sketchy#this au is getting out of hand#i got an ask about how chuuya would have pictures of 15!dazai in his cringe era#but i can't get to my inbox orz#so this is to you anon mwah kisses you on forehead#i've been kinda art blocked tbh so i'll be sketching the pain away#OKAY DONE RAMBLING bye
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onsen time? idk i'm running out of ideas and energy
#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd#my art :)#bsd fanart#bsd dazai osamu#dazai#osamu dazai#dazai bsd#dazai 15#bungou stray dogs#dark era dazai#dark era bsd#antikr1sta
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#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd light novels#bsd light novel#bsd the dark era#dazai osamu's entrance exam#storm bringer#the day i picked up dazai#the day i picked up dazai side b#bsd 55 minutes#bsd gaiden#dazai chuuya 15#the untold origins of the armed detective agency#bsd beast
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Google doc with all the bungo stray dogs links :
Contains:
-All the light novels
-All the mangas and spin offs (gaiden, beast, wan ect)
-beast live action
-anime s1-4
-welcome to the hot springs CD
-stage play
-official art archive
Note : most of these are illegal websites and might have dangerous files, I do check these every once in a while but I might miss some. If you have the links to anything missing please send it my way so I can add it 💗 have fun reading / watching!!
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungou gay dogs#bsd light novel#stormbringer#dazais entrance exam#osamu dazai and the dark era#dark era dazai#bungo stray dogs gaiden#bsd gaiden#bsd 55 minutes#dazai and chuuya fifteen#dazai and chuuya 15#bsd beast#beast live action#kunikida and katais magnificent days#the day i picked up dazai#bsd x chou chou alis special#bungo stray dogs anthology#bsd anthology#bsd wan#welcome to the hot springs#bungo stray dogs on stage#bsd on stage#my doc links 📘
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I have a very sad hc but HEAR ME OUT
Okay so I saw a post that spoke about how Dazai didn't show any emotions when Mori killed the former boss right in front of him. Dazai was a child. Seeing a murder for the first time and… Nothing. No expression. Just acceptance. As if his body is here but not his mind. He's dissociating.
Look at that look. He's not focused. He's just looking at whatever is happening.
So what if it happens each time he commits a crime? What if each time he kills someone, he's not fully realising his actions and only realizes it later, but it doesn't hit him so hard because it happened slowly.
Well, I headcanon that one time, Dazai killed a bunch of innocent civilians for X or Y reasons. Mori told him to. So he did it. But he usually didn't kill innocent people. Usually it's the mafia's ennemis. So the realisation hit him right as everyone's already dead. He's there, surrounded by corpses. He's the reason they're dead. His hands is covered in blood. The realisation hit him so hard he thought he was gonna vomit (he didn't).
Very joyful 🫶🏻���️‼️
#itzmoonies#bsd dazai osamu#dazai headcanons#dazai angst#osamu dazai#bsd osamu dazai#dazai#dazai bsd#bsd dazai#dazai dark era#dark era dazai#bsd#armed detective agency#port mafia#dazai osamu#ougai mori#bsd mori#bungo stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#teen dazai#15 dazai#14 dazai
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15 dazai's camera roll but it's just like......
Like that.... at that specific angle.......... just big, black eyes far too big for his skull and an overall off-putting vibe.
Oh! And there's also Chuuya 'cause when is there not Chuuya (affextionate)
....and Akutagawa
Ango...
Oda's in there too...
#💌gracie's piss stream of consciousness#all of these photos were taken against their will.#he giggled the whole time too#just like... hiccuping and snorting and giggling while he holds up his cracked little phone#snapping each blurry picture and then showing it to them and having to physically bite back the giddy grin on his face#he derives a sicksick pleasure from it.#bungou stray dogs dazai#bsd dazai#bsd dazai osamu#dazai headcanons#dazai hcs#bsd headcanons#bungou stray dogs#15 dazai#bsd nakahara chuuya#bungou stray dogs chuuya#bsd akutagawa#bungo stray dogs akutagawa#ango sakaguchi#sakaguchi ango#oda sakunosuke#odasaku sakunosuke#dazai chuuya age fifteen#dark era bsd#dark era dazai#soukoku#odango#skk#bsd skk#doezai
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random dazai dump because I'll probably never post these otherwise :)
feat. fem dazai my beloved <33 istg he's even prettier as a girl
#fanart#art#my art#bsd#dazai#bsd dazai#dazai fanart#bsd dazai osamu#bungo stray dogs dazai#dazai bsd#dazai osamu#fem dazai#osamu dazai#pm dazai#bungo stray dogs#bsd art#soukoku#bsd fanart#bsd 15#bsd au#bsd dark era#bsd port mafia#bsd shitpost#bsd skk#bsd soukoku#art dump#sketches#wip#bungou stray dogs
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"And I think it's gonna be a long, long time"
Elton John - Rocket Man
(The animatic the drawing of dazai I posted the other day is from :))
#june's art#artists on tumblr#artwork#art#fanart#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs fanart#art inspo#bsd art#digital art#dazai fanart#dazai osamu fanart#mafia dazai#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs animatic#animatic#bsd animatic#dazai animatic#this is like a year old#recycling my old drawings like crazy I'm sorry#rocket man#elton john#dark era dazai#15 dazai
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Have I wasted today as well?
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#sketch#doodle#my art#bsd art#bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs fanart#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#dazai fanart#bungou stray dogs dazai#skk 15#bsd 15 manga#dazai bsd#bsd dark era
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"Gentleman, you say?"
15! Chuuya x reader
Reader is implied to be fem!, could still be gn!
Warnings: swearing, alcohol
Contents: your mafioso roomate being annoying, fifteen era, mafia! reader, pre-relationship, idiots in love, teen romance, fluff, ooc? chuuya (idk)
Sorry for grammar! Not proofread!
Working in the Port Mafia wasn't so hard.
You were granted a new family, money and status. There were a select few members who were noteably young, as young as teenagers. This was mainly because of the gifted, limiting manpower into making criminal organizations choose children as their subordinates.
You didn't really mind it--being a kid in the mafia. It had it's ups and downs, yes, you did murder; but what would you have been really doing if you tried to live as a civilian as a gifted?
One thing you didn't like though--even hated, was the Port Mafia dormitory.
Constant parties, the overwhelming scent of alcohol and cigarettes in hallways, and don't start on the drama. Your only source of peace was the empty unit next to yours--at least that gave some sort of silence in the dreadful nights of Yokohama. Cramped in the tight apartment that secretly held mafioso teenagers, ones which the other residents thought of as school delinquents.
Until that asshole took it; the short ginger boy with a permanent scowl on his face, the boy who had the best style you had ever seen. And you hated it. Ever since you were fifteen, he and his smelly bandaged friend would storm into his apartment; have the loudest arguments--no, fights in the middle of the night.
Before, if you couldn't sleep, a nice cup of hot milk and basking in the night's breeze would do the trick. Now, there was a 50/50 chance he was there smoking on the balcony next to you, alone or with that annoying mummy boy.
It's been a few months since then, and you were sure that he hasn't even recognized you once as his neighbour; and it pissed you off, considering the amount of sleepless nights he caused you. It was safe to say you had one-sided-beef with the boy who used screaming as his fight or flight response.
And because finding someone absolutely insufferable meant asking numerous people about them, you asked a few of your subordinates who were into drama about said boy, eager to learn more information about him. Because he pissed you off, is why.
"Oh, you mean Chuuya? He like, used to be the King of the Sheep before he joined the mafia, I'm pretty sure." Your friend chided, you and a few other girls were standing in front the doorframe of Kouyou's office, all surrounded in a circle. "Really? That's wild." You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. "Yeah, and the guy who recruited him is that emo guy; he's supposed to be Bosses successor, right?" She asks, twirling a strand of her hair. "His name is Dazai, and yeah. They're called 'Double Black' or something." Your other friend joined in.
Just as you were talking, a tall woman with ginger hair and pale skin stepped out of her office; her elegent hands clasped together under her pink kimono.
"What are you girls talking about?" The woman questioned, her hair tightly held up by long gold pins. "[Y/N] was just asking about Chuuya, sis." Your friend replied, you scoffed in response. "I was just asking because he's an annoying neighbour!" The other girls laughed. "Oh, Chuuya, I was recently requested to take him under my wing." Kouyou responded, revealing more information. "Actually? What do you think of him?" One of the quieter girls asked enthusiastically, the woman only chuckled in response.
"He's quite the gentleman, I'll say."
Kouyou's words only echoed in your ears as you lay in bed, a pillow ontop of your chest. "Gentleman.." You repeat, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "Gentleman my ass!" You kick the wall next to your bed to no avail, tightly wrapping your arms around the pillow. "If he was, he would've seen how tired my eyes are from not sleeping.. and finally shut the fuck up.." You mutter with heavy eyelids. It was around 2 am. And it was one of those quiet nights, thankfully; but you still had trouble falling asleep.
As you were about to finally drift off to sleep, cradling your pillow in your arms; a loud strum of a guitar sprung you awake. It sounded like a electric guitar, and the person playing it had a shit ton of energy. A sultry voice sang melodically as loud waves of music crashed from his guitar. You had an idea of who it was.
Storming out of your cramped apartment, only in a thin t-shirt along with loose shorts, you scrammed over to Chuuya's apartment door angerly. "I swear to God.." You curse under your breath, the damn guitar still audible. Closing your fist, you firmly knock on the boy's door.
Knock, knock
The fast-paced strum of a rock song quickly stopped, light footsteps could be heard behind the steel shaft, before he finally unlocks it.
"Yeah?" The boy cracks the door open, he had his short ginger hair down; and he wasn't wearing the black fedora and choker like he usually did. A red and white electric base guitar slung lightly over his shoulder and stomach, the cord connected to the bottom, leading to what you assumed was his bedroom. Chuuya was wearing loose black sweatpants along with an oversized white t-shirt. Even though the boy was small and lean, you couldn't help but notice the exposed muscles on his forearms. 'Shit.' You cursed at yourself, before meeting his stormy blue eyes once more.
"You're so damn loud all the time, can't you play that at another time of day?" You huffed, crossing your arms. "There are people trying to sleep." It wasn't the safest option to yell at a criminal who had possible connections you had no idea of, but you were also a criminal, and would definitely kick his ass if he tried anything, right?
Chuuya looked at you with a slight frown, but you were right in the end, so he sighed and ran his lithe fingers through his ginger locks. "My bad." He mutters, feeling a bit embarrassed. "That's all you can say?" You murmur, you felt a little bad, but he was the waking cause of your terrible eyebags. "You could be a little more quiet next time." You add on, looking off to the side.
"Yeah, I know. My fault." The redhead said, apologizing begrudgingly. You only sighed and assured it's okay now before you soon left. Knowingly storming off into your apartment as the boy watched you with guilt yet irritation on his face.
Although the next morning, you rubbed your eyes and opened the door to take out the trash. Only noticing a small box infront of your doorstep with a yellow sticky note on it, you crouched down to properly read it.
'Sorry we had to meet that way, neigbour. Take this as a peace offering.
- Chuuya N.'
As you opened the box curiously, it was homemade packaged bento, along with a small corgi made out of rice on the side. The stupidity of it made you laugh a little. Even though his handwriting made you question if he knew how to write at all before this; a smile still crept on your face as you took the box and note inside.
"Quite the gentleman, huh?"
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#15 chuuya#bsd chuuya#bsd x reader#chuuya nakahara#chuuya x reader#pm dazai#teen romance#romance#fluff#15 light novel bsd#bsd fanfic#chuuya nakahara x reader#bsd fifteen#dark era bsd#Spotify
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