#Ayatsuji Yukito

[vanilladove]

𐙚⋆.⋆♡ dollhouse

spooktober 2024 masterlist

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 pairing: yandere!ayatsuji yukito x fem!reader

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 content warnings: kidnapping, dollification, stockholm syndrome, a tiny bit suggestive

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 summary: an intriguing customer with an obsession for dolls visits your family's antique shop and is captivated by you, but little do you know what he has in store for you...

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 word count: 2.5k

The door to the basement clicked open, signaling that he was back home.

Ayatsuji Yukito. The man who had kidnapped you randomly and gotten away with it, because he could.

You still remembered meeting him at your parents' antiques shop, the smell of smoke wafting past you. The way his gold orbs cut into your soul, and the following shudder your body let out—looking back now, it must've been a sign, but you ignored it. How could you not, though, with how beautiful the man behind you was? When you turned around, you took in his appearance.

His messy blonde waves and his dressed-up attire—donning a white button-up, gray sweater vest, and a maroon tie tucked underneath. When he pushed up his yellow-tinted sunglasses, his eyes finally met yours. Giving you a calculated look up-and-down, he smiled like he was pleased about something.

Remembering your employee duties, you cleared your throat, "H-Hi, can I help you with anything, sir?"

He looked around suddenly, checking out all of the windows like he was making sure no one was following him. "Ah, yes, actually—" he looked back again, trying to flash you another grin like he was trying not to be suspicious, "Do you have any dolls here?"

Your eyes widened in delight; no one ever came for those, "Dolls? Yes, we have some in the back. Follow me." You motioned for the man to go down the aisles with you, but you didn't know Ayatsuji was observing you, too.

He admired your loose braid, fastened by a red gingham bow. The puffy white dress and brown leather mary janes you wore, matching the aesthetic of the store. Cute. The detective thought, wondering if you liked wearing frilly skirts and laced high heels. You'd look pretty like that, you already had such lovely doe eyes.

"Here they are, sir."

"Ayatsuji. My name's Ayatsuji, darling." He shook his head, "I'm not that old yet." You giggled from that, the angelic sound gracing his ears as you blushed from slight embarrassment. You were oblivious to the way your presence captivated him.

Your ruby-tinted lips turned upwards, "These are the dolls, Ayatsuji," you paused, noticing how he admired the ball-jointed dolls on the rack, and explained the assortment to him. His gaze wandered from the dolls to you and back and forth, and he attentively listened until you were done speaking. "Are you buying them for anyone special? A girlfriend or a younger sis—"

His golden eyes cut into you again, but not before a smirk appeared, "No, they're for me. I collect dolls."

You curiously brought a finger to your lips—he was definitiely an interesting man. "Collect dolls, huh? Most customers avoid this rack because they think they're haunted or too creepy." You turned to the side to smile again, recalling the pranks you used to play on your cousins who were scared of dolls.

Ayatsuji sighed, a coy smile still on his face, "Creepy? I don't think so. I actually find them quite enchanting. Dolls are far more intriguing than people. You never grow sick of them." You were surprised to see his face so close to yours, goosebumps crawling up your arms. He looked even better up close, and you were sure the rose coming back on your cheeks didn't hide anything.

You internally scolded yourself for being so attracted to a random customer, but you couldn't help it. Your parents had moved far away from your hometown to open an antique store closer to the city, so you didn't know anyone here. Since you already finished school and felt obligated to help your parents run their shop, you never had time to meet people. Customers were your main form of outside interaction, and hot men never came in.

You're staring at him too much. Look away. Your mind screamed at you, and you abided, coughing awkwardly. You knew it was unethical to fall in love with the first attractive man you could talk to, "I see, um, well, let me know if you have any questions. I'll be by the register—"

Ayatsuji pulled you closer, forcing your uncertainty-filled eyes to look into his again, "Wait, I have a question for you." Time stopped as he pleaded softly. You tapped his arm again, signaling that you weren't leaving. He stared intensely at the dolls again, squininting his eyes as he slowly let go of your shoulders, looking you up and down again.

"These dolls...are there any that look like you?"

You stepped away, cheeks heating up, "Wha-What?" You were startled by the way he so casually asked you that, "O-Oh, you mean any with my style of clothes?" You frantically turned back, grabbing a doll with braided hair and a white puffy dress and trying to shove it into Ayatsuji's hands, but he stopped your motions halfway.

He smirked amusedly at you, entertained by your flustered reaction, "No, darling, I mean any that look like you. With your same complexion, your pretty doe eyes, and beauty."

He spoke like a poet.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You started, not used to the abrupt compliment. "Wait, Ayatsuji, are you flirting with me?" You looked up to see the cheeky man laugh, a cocky grin still present. He nodded again, mumbling a soft mmhmm before tucking a stray piece of hair behind your pearl-adorned ears. You would be fun to dress up.

You opened your mouth, but you were cut off by the bell from the entrance ringing. "Ayatsuji! What the hell do you think you're doing here?! How did you even get past the sniper team?" An angry green-haired women in a suit stormed past the aisles towards you too, making Ayatsuji click his tongue and sigh in annoyance.

"Oh, Tsujimura, as always, you have the worst timing." He turned back to you, softening his facial expression, "Apologies our time has been cut short, darling, I would've loved to chat more with you. Can I—"

A black-gloved hand seized Ayatsuji's shirt collar and shook him aggressively, "Hello! Are you even listening to me?! I'm taking you back now!" He only swatted her hand away dismissively, making her even more mad.

His warm glance turned cold as he faced her, "I heard you the first time, alright?" He pointed to the doll in your hands, "Can I get that delivered to me?"

You were confused by the scene in front of you, but you shook your head, "No, unfortunately we're in-store only." Tsujimura fumed, about to take her wrath out on you next. You swore you could see steam coming out of her ears.

Side-eyeing her, Ayatsuji pulled you into an embrace, a sugary coffee scent filling your nose. He leaned down, whispering in your ear, "No worries, I'll come back for you, my precious doll." You froze, not expecting a hug and unsure if he was talking to you or the inanimate figure.

You felt chilly as his warm body left yours and he took his leave, waving goodbye as he was dragged out left with Tsujimura. What a strange encounter. You shoved the doll under the register and grabbed a cardigan to wrap around yourself, wondering when you'd see him again.

It wasn't until a week later, until you were closing the shop and heard the front door ring again, that you saw Ayatsuji again. Except he looked different. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black belt, and black trousers and shoes. Like he was trying to blend in with the night. It was dark since you'd dimmed most of the bright display lights. His gold eyes were all you could see, but there was a different glint to them.

"A-Ayatsuji! Y-You're back?!" You were taken aback, glad to see him but also a bit cold for some reason. He walked towards you, his boots clacking against the hardwood floor. You ran to meet him, smiling like he was your long-lost lover, and hugged him, wanting to return his gesture from before. His warm breath fanned the shell of your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hah, I'm glad you missed me too, darling." He stroked your hair, taming the unkept strands, "Can I take the pretty doll home with me now?" Your brows furrowed. He was talking strangely again, but you pulled away to nod and crouch to get the doll from a week ago. Ayatsuji took out a smoking pipe from his pocket, taking a long hit of it before blowing it by your face. You held the doll out, trying to give the figure to him while waving your hand and coughing from the smoke which he wouldn't stop blowing in your direction. You already felt a bit dizzy, and the last thing you remembered was his smirking face before the world turned black.

You were in a cold room full of dolls. It was adorned with old paintings and a Victorian-style bed, but you couldn't shake the feeling of the glass eyes boring into your shivering body—tied to the bed with some silky lace. You tried resisting against it, but it wouldn't budge.

A mocking laugh sent a familiar shiver down your spine, coming directly in front of you. Seated in a throne-like chair in front of you was Ayatsuji, your once charming yet unsettling customer. "Seriously, doll, you really need to stop with these futile escape attempts of yours."

Setting his hat and coat on the arm of the chair, he slowly made his way onto the bed beside you, suddenly turning soft as he caressed your cheek. You hated to admit it, but his warm touch was too easy to relish in and lean into, and it had slowly become the only source of comfort in your bone-chilling enclosure. He smiled in response, "At least try to appreciate me making it pretty and cute for you."

You mumbled a quiet 'thanks' which seemed to satisfy him. He excitedly untied your lace ropes like they were nothing and pulled you into his arms, and you reciprocated his gesture a bit too eagerly.

"I missed you, Ayatsuji. Please don't leave me in here with these dolls all the time." You whimpered, burying your face in your captor's chest, inhaling his coffee-smoke scent. He only continued to stroke your hair, kissing you gently.

"Don't say that, darling—I got all these friends for you since I knew how lonely you were before." The helpless look in your pleading eyes and your needy little pouts always pulled at Ayatsuji's cold heart--he couldn't resist himself from spoiling his precious doll.

You shook your head, "It's not the same...they don't talk to me, and it's so...cold here." Of course, you wouldn't mention the short dress and thin stockings on your body—Ayatsuji took care in picking out different dolly outfits and playing dress-up with you.

He tilted his head innocently, "You're cold? Ah, maybe I should gift you a puffy coat and leg warmers? So you look like one of those pretty slavic dolls?" He cupped your face excitedly with his big hands, scanning your figure up and down with a piercing gaze, "Yeah, you'd look nice like that."

You nodded frantically—anything to cover your exposed skin, making Ayatsuji giggle. "Doll...you know your clothes aren't cheap, right? Especially because I get them tailored to your body..." Your heart started beating. Fast. Ayatsuji always did this--offered something he somehow knew you were in need of in exchange for some sort of affectionate favor. It was all a plot to make you slowly become more dependent on him. And it always worked.

You placed your hands on his chest, getting ready to plead for something nice, "W-What do you want this time? A kiss? Homemade dinner?" You blushed, remembering the times you'd gotten more intimate, "Or se—"

He placed a finger to your lips, "You missed me today, so how about just a sweet little kiss?" He flashed you a caring smile while he leaned back against the head of the bed and patted his lap.

You exhaled shakily, becoming a bit too conscious of what you were wearing. You slowly made your way onto Ayatsuji's lap and pushed his bangs away gently. You told yourself that these acts of affection were just performances, but you started to question how much of it was an act and how much was through your own will. You certainly couldn't stop yourself from shivering when his hands teased your thighs, or the shaky breaths that left as he started drawing circles on your cold skin.

Bringing your face closer to his, you whispered, "I love you, Ayatsuji. Thank you for taking care of me." You dipped down and caught his lips with yours, kissing him passionately as his hands made their way up to wrap around your waist. Your mind was screaming at you not to indulge your kidnapper any further and to pull away, but his touch felt too nice.

You went further, loosening his collar and kissing down his neck. Ayatsuji groaned, pressing you down further against his lap. He felt so warm. "A-Ah, doll, you're so needy today." He pulled you away to gaze at your slightly glassy eyes, which were focused on him only. He started fiddling with the hem of your frilly dress, starting to place light kisses on your collarbone.

You felt cold again suddenly, so you looked up. A bony doll with black eyes was glaring at you shamefully, like it was disappointed in how easily your heart caved in to your captor.

Feeling your body still, Ayatsuji stopped and looked up to see your gaze wandering to the sides of the room where his other dolls were. "Doll—"

"Ayatsuji, how is my family?" You gripped his shoulders and looked back at him, but his face seemed more stoic now. "Are they...still looking for me?" You yelped as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.

"Darling, you're not supposed to worry about them anymore." He sighed dejectedly. Your eyes widened again when he squished your cheeks and pulled your face back down. "Dolls should just look pretty and give all their attention to their owners, right? You know that, don't you, love?" He shook your face softly as tears threatened to spill and the warmth left your body.

"Awww, don't cry and ruin your makeup, doll. Don't you still want that coat?" He pulled you down on his lap again and stroked your hair while wiping the drops forming by your eyes, careful not to smudge your eye makeup. He kissed near your ear before whispering into it, "Just keep kissing me, okay? You're so close."

You felt broken, but you couldn't disobey him. He was the only one looking after you now, and you knew you couldn't escape him. Shaking slightly, you placed your lips back on his, holding onto him for dear life. He exhaled blissfully again, happy you were back to being compliant.

"Like that, doll. I love you so much, you know? Just stay with me and don't think about anything else."

[lumiraette]

I'm still trying to figure out why they call my man "Blonde Dazai"

[annie-baynton]

[mangafascination]

[bsd-bibliophile]

Thus the nightmare of that night ended, and the storm slowly receded. After the clouds had cleared, the sun appeared as if nothing had happened. A morning began, just like any other... But the dead did not begin their lives anew, and the missing left only a great mystery behind.

Ayatsuji Yukito, The Mill House Murders

[sharkzpen]

The rendering!

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧!𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙟𝙞 + 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙩

notes ✥ new AU that i would looove to expand mueheheh. this is based on my convo with evie @bodacioustomato!!

contents ✥ slightly mean yukito, fem!reader

You are about to burst out crying if this goes on for any longer.

It has only been 30 minutes into the lecture and you are already being picked on by your professor to answer questions that you need three hours of meditation to properly form in your head.

“So, can you briefly describe what is chaos theory? I expect everyone has done their readings for today.” Ayatsuji—your professor—says. With each of your hands on your sides, you clench your skirt in slight frustration, trying to remember the sentences you have highlighted during your reading last night.

“Missy? Hello?” Ayatsuji is now in front of you, his eyes leering down your figure and you feel incredibly intimidated. You made the biggest mistake sitting in the front row today. Maybe that is why you are being picked on so much.

Nervously, you fiddle with your pastel pink sweater. “It’s… It’s, uh, unpredictable courses of events. And… uh, chaos is the irregular time evolution of many nonlinear and complex linear systems.” You say. Ayatsuji’s lips crook just slightly for a smirk.

“According to who?”

“Jørgensen… 2008…”

A proud smile appears on his face with an approval nod. “Good job. You can sit.”

You immediately plop down and although you know the students are not paying attention to you that much, you can still feel some eyes on you. To swallow the awkwardness, you fix your appearance, making sure your sweater isn't crumpled, your skirt is properly covering your thighs and the ribbon clip is still on your hair.

You are barely listening to what Ayatsuji is babbling about as you are trying to soothe yourself. Two times being picked on in a span of 30 minutes. You are really not ready for the day. Hells, you do not even expect Professor Ayatsuji Yukito to know your name. You thought you had been fairly invisible in his eyes. But then, you are the first person he called to answer his questions.

“And... what are the examples of social system?”

You flinch when Ayatsuji once again stands in front of you, tapping your table, and demanding an answer. You blink confusedly. “M-Me, again?”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing, prof! Uh… examples of a social system are—”

“Stand up when you are answering questions in my class.” He says and you bite your lips. Stand up, again? You just sat down! With a slight frown and a tiny pout, you stand, staring straight into his eyes that are covered with those tinted sunglasses. You grip the hem of your sweater as you eye him directly.

“Some examples are nations, civilisations and families.”

Ayatsuji chuckles, once again, he gazes you up and down with an amused look overcasting his face. “Good. You really did your reading.” He says before gesturing for you to sit back down with his fingers. He once again continues his lecture by roaming to other spots. As he is going further away from you, the boy beside you nudges your elbow. You turn.

“He’s very annoying, sometimes, isn't he?” The boy says with a playful grin. His voice is low, almost like a whisper. You chuckle slowly.

“Yeah. But what can we do, right? He's the teacher.” You whisper back. The boy sneers before shaking his head. He turns to his laptop, skimming through the slideshows. Then he looks at you briefly.

“Nice sweater. It's very cute. The ribbon too.”

You smile. You like it when someone does pay attention to your outfit, when someone does see and observe the effort you put into adorning yourself. “Thanks!” You say to him before turning to Ayatsuji, wanting to finally and properly pay attention in class.

As soon as you turn to him, his eyes are already on you.

©doukeshi-kun 2024 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @/cherikolya

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[alamochaaa-a]

sensei please get up from the floor. sensei you need to finish your report on the latest case. sensei please

[yuugen-benni]

''The Genius' kid'' - Ayatsuji Y. as a Father

tags: fluff, just Ayatsuji being a simp for his childs, gn! pronouns when referring to the child, cute cute A/N: This just pop up in my head, enjoy Ayatsuji lovers!

At first, let's say he would be lost, but he will be a good father, believe me; He will treat his child like an ''adult'', after all they are his child, so they "have the same IQ level" (his words) and that is why Ayatsuji likes to have conversations with his baby. Yes, with a baby. Which just makes incredibly cute and high-pitched sounds, but who cares? He discusses the cases with the little one while they responds with a cute laugh; Another issue is smoking. In his kid's first 9 years he smoked only once a week, and to fill the other days and find a solution, he chewed mint leaves or gum. Specifically, he wanted something that he could share with them. He is a very present and caring father, always offering to take the baby to the office when things at work get complicated and don't worry about him! Although he is not a "Natural Father" Ayatsuji is excellent when it comes to taking care of them, he says it is like following a medicine leaflet.

I see him being a ''girl dad'' especially because of his peculiar taste for more ''feminine'' dolls. Every birthday he would make a new doll for his daughter with the new features she would gain over time. And guess what? If your daughter likes to have a Coqquete style, he will order handmade clothes similar to those of the dolls she loves most.

On nights when his kid couldn't sleep, Ayatsuji would tell them the stories of the recent cases he had participated in. Of course, omitting and inventing the parts that are too bloody or too strong.

Dad!Ayatsuji would be 100%: Share his hat with his kid. Imagine him messing up their hair and placing the hat :) Hide candies in their jackets; Making his children play pranks on Tsujimura; Have a photo of his family in his pants pocket - and always look at it when alone; Play hide and seek with them - and lose on purpose; Pinch his children's forehead when they do something wrong; Fill the windows with their drawings to block the sniper's view; Would let his children draw specifically on his hands, as they would then be covered by the gloves;

An extremelly sad hc: Ayatsuji was never religious, but the first thing he did when his child was born was to pray that they would not inherit his ability

[elvestoneanzelote1]

A:n- sorry it took time! And 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦-𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘟 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘚𝘋 𝘹 𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪/𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴!

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The light was still on and a noise of writing could be heard.

"He went to that cafe twice why? Is he interested in that waitress?" Mutter the wavy blonde-haired male, twirls his pen while in deep thought.

"The lady has brunette hair short... Hair cut and doesn't seem to have any affair with a man..." He blabbered to himself as he crossed the lady from the picture who was talking to a man with h/c hair tied in a low ponytail, the gentle smile present on his lips while talking to the waitress.

"She might have a criminal record... No?" He said as he picked up the scissors and cut away the waitress part as he hung the male photo on the wall.

A collection of his pictures and where he goes, the pattern of where he goes and sort.

"Ayatsuji-san you have been stalking this man for the past few weeks now," said Tsujimura worriedly while glancing at the wall Ayatsuji had covered with photos of that man.

"He is a Port Mafia executive of course he is a criminal that's why I'm keeping a close eye on Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji who gently touched the photo of the man who is closed-eyed and smiling.

"By the way have you found anything regarding his ability or even about him?" Asked Ayatsuji who now turned his attention to Tsujimura who nodded and handed the file still curious about why Ayatsuji was so interested in the researcher, Y/n L/n.

"Hmm... So he eventually joined Port Mafia when he was 14, a shame he could have been still pure... But I guess that's what made him so interesting" muttered Ayatsuji who lit the file on fire alarming Tsujimura.

"Why would you-?"

"It is so little information nothing to be worried about, Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji chuckling while lit his pipe to smoke.

"Are sure... you are just keeping an eye? I mean you have been looking around him for weeks now... Sometimes you fail to catch a glimpse of him" said Tsujimura as Ayatsuji nodded.

"He had a sharp mind I will give him that... To be honest, I want to speak to him personally but Port Mafia is always not a way for me to meet him" said Ayatsuji sighing.

Tsujimura sweatdrop as she glanced around the room more likely the basement full of dolls around the walls except the photo side where he kept things like Photos and even the small things such as unused tea bags you carry around and throw because of expired or even the tissue you kept in your pocket for days to only saw later on and threw it.

"Sakaguchi-san has arrived and was asking you to explain yourself"

"Huh? What's his problem" said Ayatsuji who boredly looked at Tsujimura who shrugged it off as she had no clue.

"But either way... even I wanted to speak with him"

"Huh?" Muttered Tsujimura following Ayatsuji who started walking ahead.

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The room presents a person whose eyes flickered to the duo who have now arrived.

"What was that... I have been hearing?"

"Hearing what?" Asked Ayatsuji who kept down his pipe and took a seat with his legs crossed.

Leading Ango to sit straight as his eyes narrowed at Ayatsuji who had been keeping a tab on you.

"You have been stalking and asking around about L/n-san"

"Oh?"

"Don't oh me, He is And still the executive of Port Mafia he asks me regarding you been-"

"He asked you?" Ayarsuji interrupted Ango who had a tick mark on his forehead as he quickly composed himself and nodded.

"Yes, He was asking me if... we had a case of him which led him to be supervised of the sort, and he even described you as a person with-"

"He notices me?" Muttered Ayartsuji as a smile crept into his face.

Ango's eyes narrowed a bit by Ayatsuji's interest in you.

"I will stop if you tell me about him"

"I cannot... it is his personal life"

"He is in Port Mafia come on, Sakaguchi pretty sure you and he have talked even once even if you are not... That's eye-catching" said Ayatsuji whole eyeing Ango who was more annoyed.

"Excuse me we eventually talked just fine, We even kissed-" Ango quickly stopped his mouth yet Ayatsuji's eyes narrowed.

"What... What did you just say?"

"N-nothing, he is j-just someone as a researcher for port m-mafia nothing more" muttered Ango with his ears and face turned red.

Ayatsuji frowned more in doubt.

'Did he and Ango kiss? Why would he kiss Ango for? I bet I could be a better kisser' thought Ayatsuji to himself as he just dismissed his thoughts.

"Either way I will only stop if you arrange a meeting with him with me," said Ayatsuji as Ango's flustered face cools down as he frown.

"Why would I?"

"Alright, Don't bother me I still need to find out more about him"

"Did you even hear me, You are not stalking him again"

"Tell him if he is so bothered..." Ayatsuji paused as his eyes narrowed a bit and smirked mockingly at Ango. More likely to challenge him.

"He can make me... stop"

Ango was confused about what Ayatsuji said and left without another word.

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"What did Sakaguchi-san asked?" Asked Tsujimura who followed Ayatsuji who shrugged while playing with his Dolls set more likely searching for something.

"He was asking me to stop getting information about that researcher"

'Information? More like stalking him' thought Tsujimura who sighed while curiously glancing at the detective.

"Either way, Tsujimura-san do you think it looks the same?" Asked Ayatsuji who took out the doll.

A Chibi formed of y/n that was tailored well it was adorable... But it was also creepy why Ayatsuji had this doll.

(Like this)

(Or)

"I guess? How do you-"

"Have? Well I made it but I still find his eyes to be not matching" said Ayatsuji while bringing the doll near the collections of photos on the wall.

"...Ayatsuji-san... are you perhaps in love with him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji stopped staring at the pictures and then glanced at Tsujimura.

"love? I have no time for that as a detective..."

"B-but"

"Dolls are surely fascinating for me... But for some reason, I could say the same about him that's all, After all, he is just a criminal with no record and someday maybe I will..."

"Used your ability on him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji shook his head.

"He is not even proven as a threat by the government or even order me for it... Perhaps I want to know more about what he thinks... Or even know him nothing more"

"Like you want to be... his friend?"

Ayatsuji kept quiet as Tsujimura got a call on her phone as she left quickly leaving Tsujimura on his thoughts.

"Not that... Not friend... I don't want him to be my friend, no... No" muttered Ayatsuji to himself as he hugged the y/n doll closely and snuggled slightly with a frown present on his lips.

'Anything but not a friend'

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A:ɴ- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ! Rᴇsᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ!

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Bungo Stray Dogs Gaiden chapter 9 color spread. The new chapter can be read for free on the official Young Ace UP website.

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daybreak

NOTE: it's my birthday, and it was about time i shut up and wrote some cute self indulgent ayatsuji content for myself.

yukito's arm around your shoulder is a familiar weight.

just as familiar as the scent of coffee wafting through the room, and the casual meows that greet you when you've been spotted by his cats.

you're curled up into him, your cheek pressed against the warm planes of his chest as you reach out for his hand, placing kisses at the back of it. the television in the corner of the room flickers to life, and he tosses the remote aside, instead reaching out for his kiseru with his free hand. shaky footage of a blood-splattered scene begins playing as bold letters fly across the screen

"freak accident..." yukito hums, eyes glued to the screen, "figures."

"how many cases does this make it now, close to sixty thousand?"

yukito's answering laugh is a sharp, sudden sound, unlike anything you've heard from him. you can feel it in his chest, and in the slight movement in his fingers clasped in yours. his laughter fills you with a fluttering sensation, and you find yourself automatically smiling along. it was nice to see him relax after all this time spent frustrated and constantly occupied.

"you wouldn't have believed that, doll" he says, lips quirking up into a smile, "but you'd be sorely mistaken if you thought I would correct you."

he caught you there—you were curious; for as long as you've known the detective, there are still so many questions you have about him and his work. but all those questions go unanswered, tossed away to the corner the minute yukito shoots you an hesitant look from behind his glasses. still, you think that his eccentricity and the air of mystery he shrouds himself with adds on to his charm, something mesmerizing and wholly unique to him.

you shrug, opting to turn your head and press little kisses into his neck instead. he softly strokes your head in response, and you savor every gentle touch of his. it had been a while since you got to be with him like this, relishing in intimate moments, and completely unbothered about anything else. a pleasant silence envelopes the two of you as you tune out the background noise from the television, and you desperately try to etch the scene in your memory. just you, and yukito—how long had it been since you held him so close?

he leans down with the lingering remnants of a smile, going to press his lips against yours. his lips are warm, and his touch tender where his hands are over your body. your own hands find their way onto his shoulders now, eagerly reciprocating his affection. you think you can die like this, in his arms, overwhelmed by all the love he has for you. it must have only been minutes, but every moment with yukito feels endless.

he pulls away, momentarily taking the sight of you in before readjusting his arms to bring you into a comforting embrace, your chin on his shoulder and his face buried into your neck. the soft strands of his hair tickle where they press against your skin, and his arms tighten around you.

"happy birthday," he whispers, his voice low and soothing.

you shiver ever so slightly when you feel him smile, "your heartbeat just picked up, didn't it? you must be curious to see what i got you. you won't have to look far—your gift is here."

from the corner of your eye, you catch sight of a meticulously made doll, placed carefully on top of his desk. every minute detail—from the color of its eyes to the way its hair fell across its head and even the outfit it had on—was clearly made to resemble you. the clear care and dedication that had been put into it was startlingly clear. next to it, his own doll was seated. you can't hide the smile on your face.

you slowly pull away from the hug, "your powers of observation have failed you, detective," yukito's eyebrow raises slightly as he glances over at you, "i was actually waiting for a birthday kiss."

he blinks slowly, and for a moment, you're caught off-guard by the sight. without his iconic cap and glasses, yukito looks nothing like the infamous detective that fills his targets with fear. he looks softer, somehow, fondness teeming in his eyes. he's almost ethereal like this, pale gold hair messily framing his face and a warm smile on his lips. the only thing he's missing is a halo, you think. the gentle morning light that trails in through the gaps in the curtains illuminates him perfectly, highlighting the bridge of his nose and the light in his eyes. he's a sight you can't take your eyes off.

"what? you mean all that from before wasn't enough for you?" but he's grinning, bright and unbelievably beautiful, and then he leans in again to kiss you, gently pushing you down on the bed.

it's the perfect start to a day; soft rays of sunlight crawling in, a comfortable silence in the air, and the man you love in your arms.

[lumiraette]

+200 sanity restored from Gaiden comeback

-100 sanity decreased every new main chapter

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Another 1.07 | Sphere Joint

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The before rendering piece