#Bungo stray dogs dazai

[ribbonedreverie]

“You’re Safe.”

Dazai & Ranpo x Reader – Separate Scenarios for

Comfort After a PTSD Episode.

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Osamu Dazai – “Breathe, Bella.”

Dazai sleeps lightly.

It is something few people realize—most believe the act, the exaggerated yawns, the lazy sprawl of his limbs, the way he drapes himself over chairs and across people, sleeping through the dull moments of life as though he is immune to the weight of existence.

But the truth is, Dazai does not sleep deeply.

Because the night is when ghosts come.

When silence is too loud.

When memories slip through the cracks, clawing their way back into places they were never meant to leave.

So when you jolt awake beside him, gasping, trembling, clenching the sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white—

He knows.

Even before you do.

“Belladonna?”

His voice is quiet, hushed, like the whisper of wind through an open window. Gentle, but firm.

You do not answer.

Because you are not here.

Your breath stutters, sharp and uneven. Your hands twitch as if they are searching for something to hold onto, something to ground you, but everything feels foreign, unfamiliar—wrong.

The walls around you aren’t the walls of your home. The air in your lungs isn’t the air of safety.

The sheets beneath your fingers morph into rough stone, the warmth beside you disappears, the bed turns too small, too cold—

You are there again.

And then—Dazai moves.

A shift of weight, a brush of fingers against your wrist, a warmth that should be comforting.

But it is not.

Because to you, in this moment, it is not him.

It is hands grabbing.

It is fingers curling too tight.

It is a touch that does not belong to you.

And before you can think—you flinch.

Violently.

You recoil like you’ve been burned, a choked sound slipping from your throat—

“No—please—”

And Dazai freezes.

Because he knows this reaction.

Has seen it before—on himself, in the mirror, in the way his own body once tensed at the sound of approaching footsteps.

He understands.

And he hates that he does.

Hates that he cannot fix this with a joke, with a clever remark, with a flick of his wrist that makes all the darkness disappear.

So he does not touch you again.

Instead, he moves carefully.

Lowers himself back down, so he is not above you.

Does not block your space, does not make you feel caged.

And then, he speaks.

“You’re not there anymore.”

Soft, steady, unwavering.

Your breath still shudders, erratic, uncertain.

So he keeps going.

“You’re here. In bed. With me.”

A tremor ripples through your body.

“It’s warm, isn’t it?” His voice dips lower, coaxing. “Not cold like it was back then.”

Your fingers slowly loosen from the sheets.

“And you’re not alone.” His words are careful, threaded with something real. “You hear that?”

Silence.

“My voice. My breathing. You’re not alone.”

Another shift—your chest still rises too fast, but no longer frantic.

And finally, finally, you blink.

Once. Twice.

And your eyes—wild, unfocused—settle.

On him.

Dazai smiles.

Not his usual smirk. Something softer. Something real.

“There you are.”

And when you finally exhale, shaky but solid, when your trembling hand reaches for him instead of away—

He does not hesitate.

He pulls you close, slow and careful, arms circling you in a way that is protective without being suffocating.

“Breathe, bella,” he murmurs, his voice against your temple, against your skin, against the places that are still learning what safety means.

“I’ve got you.”

And this time—you believe him.

Ranpo Edogawa – “I Knew You’d Wake Up Like This.”

Ranpo knew this would happen eventually.

Of course he did.

Because he knows everything.

Knows the way your breathing shifts when you start to slip into dreams you do not want to see.

Knows the way your fingers twitch when your body remembers something before your mind does.

Knows the way your nightmares always begin before you realize they’ve arrived.

So when you jerk awake, gasping, the ghost of something terrible lingering in the air around you—

Ranpo is already watching.

Already awake.

Already ready.

“I knew you’d wake up like this.”

His voice is sharp, certain, grounding.

Your head snaps toward him.

But your eyes do not focus.

Ranpo sees it immediately.

The way your chest rises too fast, the way your fingers curl, the way you are already preparing to run, even though there is nowhere to go.

“Nope,” he says, firm, not giving you time to spiral. “None of that. You’re here.”

You don’t respond.

“You hear me?” he presses. “You’re here.”

Still nothing.

So Ranpo takes a different approach.

He grabs the blanket.

And then—before you can panic—

He throws it over your head.

You jerk violently, startled. “What—”

“Good,” Ranpo says, pleased. “Confusion means you’re thinking.”

Your body is still trembling, but your thoughts are stuttering, shifting, breaking from the loop.

“I need you to listen, okay?”

Your lips part. No words come out.

But you do not fight.

That’s enough.

“Take a deep breath,” he says. “In, out. Again.”

You do. Slow, shaky—but real.

“Now, tell me what color the blanket is.”

You hesitate.

“What?”

“Humor me.”

Your fingers press against the fabric. Familiar. Soft. Real.

”…Green.”

“And where did it come from?”

“Our bed.”

“That’s right,” Ranpo says, pleased. “Now, where are you?”

The question twists something deep inside you.

Because you are still not entirely sure.

Ranpo clicks his tongue.

“Let’s try again. Where are you?”

A slow, shaky inhale.

“With you.”

A hum. A shift of weight.

And then—the blanket moves.

Pulled down just enough for you to see his face.

Ranpo—calm, certain, smiling.

Not teasing. Not mocking. Just Ranpo.

“Welcome back.”

Your breath shudders, but steadies.

And when he pulls you into his arms, you let him.

Because he was right.

You are here.

With him.

And that’s all that matters.

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@lyingistheway

Oh, this was such a lovely request—thank you for trusting me with something so intricate and emotional. I truly appreciate the thought you put into it, and I only hope I’ve done justice to the depth of your idea.

That said, I must admit I ultimately leaned toward separate drabbles for Dazai and Ranpo rather than the shared dynamic. It wasn’t for lack of interest—I simply wanted to ensure each of their reactions held the weight and intricacy they deserved. I hope you don’t mind the slight deviation, and I’d love to hear your thoughts once you’ve had a chance to read them.

Additionally, I found myself inspired to write a little something on Dazai and Ranpo’s relationship as well—if that’s something you’d like, I’d be more than happy to share it with you.

And of course, knowing you’re looking forward to my Valentine’s posts? Well, that’s just the sweetest little compliment. Consider me thoroughly flattered. ♡

[refriedcaprisun]

‼️‼️CHAPTER 121 ‼️‼️

‼️‼️‼️ SPOILERS‼️‼️

This is what i imagine hallucination dazai was doing right before chap 121

genuinely dont know whats happening in the manga rn but i know im loving it 😼‼️‼️

[littleakito]

╰╮﹕★﹒AGERE DAZAI﹒🩹

˚﹒ I know I’ve been rather inactive recently,, I promise to get to all of my requests soon, sillies!<3 for now, take my little guy..

p.s I’m a traditional artist, not digital, and this was rushed. Excuse how bad it is I beg auauauaghhh

˚﹒ expect this to be taken down hajshjaj

DNI BANNER READS: NSFW DNI, HEY, DID YOU HEAR ME? CHILD SAFE BLOG

[osxmui]

‘ life can be cruel , if you’re not a dreamer . ’

summary : you start your first day at the cafe, and learn of a certain bandaged barista, unknowingly kidnap his cat, but it was somewhat worth it when he and another barista come over to the cafe the next day searching for his ‘beloved’ cat and thinks that one of your friends stole it as revenge.

AUTHORS NOTE : hai !! first chapter is done, and i had so much fun writing this. unfortunately, i did struggle at some parts, like the rent thing and had no idea what to do for the plot😭 so, let’s all just act like its a good excuse and its just for the plot !! and characters might be ooc, and unfortunately for everyone, i highkey dgaf and this is for fun so if u come in my ask box to say “omg this is so ooc!!” YES I KNOW GET OUT OF MY ASKS I KNOW anyway if u do wanna be tagged in future updates, just lmk i will gladly tag you :3

GENERAL WARNINGS : reader is afab / fem, she/her pronouns will be used when needed. cussing (obviously), sometimes i will specify outfits but you can just imagine your outfit any other time lol , college stuff, substance abuse mention in other chapters, self harm mentions at times (dazai), dazais siblings r elise and yumeno, and oda, mori his dad.. the slowest slow burn of all of the slow burns, rare sex jokes because i can not resist, and just typical dazai behavior .. also, it has been awhile since i have written like this, so i might be bad at first so. um. ignore that.. + some time skips so we can get to the good part :) tried to speed this chapter up so we can get to the better part of the fic ! anyway, have fun reading!

you had set a routine for yourself once you left the comfort of your home for college; sleep, wake up at 5am to get ready, go to class at 6:30am, study after class, go to more classes, go back to your shared apartment around 4:30pm, relax a bit until 10:45, sleep, and repeat. you were not planning on changing that at all, until your landlord decided to up your rent, and you were forced to work with your friend, chuuya, who was working at a local cafe. originally, he had been paying the rent, and you paid the bills with money your parents gave to you as a little startup, and you could not pay rent with the money, and did bills until now.

you had felt bad for him once the rent raised, especially since the rent was now almost 1,950?? you possibly couldn’t let him pay by himself! so, you got a job at the cafe he worked at with your friend group.

and, you seriously regretted that after seeing how chaotic it was..

⌢ time : 4:30 pm . ⌣

you and chuuya were walking to the cafe after class. the heels of both of your shoes clicked against the pavement of the sidewalk, the sound of your voices quietly echoed through the air of the already loudness of the campus, other students chatting away and the sound of the occasional laugh registered in your mind.

“you’ll be fine, the cafe is a really nice place. you’ll do great, i’m sure.” chuuyas voice suddenly came through, breaking the momentarily silence you two shared for a bit.

you never really worked in a cafe. a fast food place? sure. but a cafe was new, but you knew everything since your mother owned a cafe, and you sometimes came over and watched her work. but this was new, you are ACTUALLY working at one, and doing all the things you saw your mother do.

“i know i’ll do fine, it’s just new, y’know?” you reply to him, but you were grateful for his assurances either way. a small hum left him after you spoke, and you could feel him offer you a small look. “just don’t stress about it, yeah? if you need anything, i can help you.”

after alot of talking, you two had started walking out of campus grounds and walked down the sidewalk towards the cafe, and you could see the little building in the distance after a few minutes of walking.

⌢ time : 5:39 pm . ⌣

luckily, there weren’t any customers since apparently, customers rarely came in at this time unless it was game day for the college, and then the cafe was packed since it did have a tv where they could watch the game.

but that wasn’t all that important, you were just glad that you didn’t need to deal with ‘bitchy’ customers. chuuyas words, not yours.

you were in the middle of putting on your apron as your friends spoke, their voices overlapping the faint sound of music playing from the speakers.

“god, i hate those people. they constantly try to one-up us with their deals and purposefully got a bigger tv for game day. you know, one of those days, i’ll break that tv in front of them..” chuuya grumbled, his narrowed eyes focused on the cafe that was actually across the road. if it was not obvious that he hated the cafe across the street, then the look in his eyes was definitely an obvious sign.

“oh, calm down. it’s not like they do it on purpose.” higuchi spoke, rolling her eyes at his complaint while she wrote on some of the paper cups, something their cafe made them do to show that it was a welcoming spot or whatever the manger said. “oh, they definitely do it on purpose. have you seen how smug they looked when they got that tv? what bitches.” tachihara spoke up, standing next to chuuya as they both glared at the cafe across the street.

“aren’t you all being dramatic? it surely can’t be that bad.” you eventually spoke after getting your apron on and went to help higuchi, who gave a grateful look and continued. “she’s right, it’s not that bad, you’re all being dramatic.” higuchi agreed.

chuuya and tachihara glared at you and higuchi in sync, the two boys clearly judging you both. “you two have no idea what those idiots are like. even in class, they’re so bitchy. i am unfortunately cursed and have a class with the freaky bandaged one.” chuuya sighed, looking back at the cafe across the street.

you sighed, shaking your head at your best friends words. “you say that like it’s a bad thing, he might be nicer than you think.” you reply, trying to be optimistic since chuuya did have the habit of being a little dramatic with his opinions of people. “chuuyas right, the bandaged one or whatever his name is, is weird. dude looks like a mummy of sorts.” tachihara had spoken up, also looking back at the cafe.

chuuya immediately scowled once he saw some of the workers from the cafe across the street walking up to their own cafe, a few of them in a group as they started opening up their cafe.

you looked up and watched, examining the small group of people who seemed to go at the same college. there was a blonde man, a woman with dark hair that had her hair in a messy bob of sorts, a younger guy who looked to be a first year with white hair, one with brown hair and glasses, and another guy with brown hair that had bandages around him.

“what are their names?” you whisper to higuchi, not wanting to interrupt chuuya and tachiharas glaring. “hm? oh, the blonde is kunikida, the woman is yosano, the one with white hair is atsushi, the one with brown hair and glasses is ranpo, and the bandaged one that chuuya hates is dazai.” the blonde woman whispered back, to which you nodded in response.

“they seem nice, why is that they’re hated?” you ask again. you were confused, the group seemed genuinely nice, so you had no idea why most of your friends seemed to hate the cafe. “oh, chuuya got into a fight with dazai a few weeks ago and their cafe and ours seemed to have a war of sorts ever since.” she had whispered back, shrugging as she continued to write on cups.

ah, you had heard about that. chuuya had come back in the evening one night, and said he got into a fight with some ‘idiot from class that looks like hes cosplaying a mummy.’ .. you didn’t know why you didn’t realize that until now, but it made sense since chuuya had an obvious grudge.

⌢ time : 8:27 pm . ⌣

you and chuuya were now walking home after work, it had been a nice day, the cafe wasn’t that busy, and it was a good first day. now, you were walking home.

but, you stumbled upon a pretty, somewhat fluffy black cat, who seemed to be freezing in the low temperatures of the night. you were immediately going to help it as chuuya followed.

you looked back at chuuya as you sat on the pavement of the sidewalk, then at the cat and quickly took your jacket off. “what are you doing?” chuuya quickly asked as you slowly approached the cat, smiling at how the cat was snuggling up to your hand. “i’m not letting a cat freeze up in the cold. i would feel horrible if i left this poor thing in the cold.” you reply to him, slowly getting the cat to come closer.

the cat was the sweetest thing ever, you could hear small purrs come from it as you gently pet it, but you quickly wrapped it in your jacket and slowly picked it up, smiling at how it easily allowed it. the cat was obviously accustomed to humans, and trusted them easily, so it was pretty easy to pick it up.

“come on, we’re going to the store first and buying it some food until we figure out what to do with it.” you suddenly announced, already walking in the direction of the local store. chuuya sighed, already knowing he couldn’t stop you when you were determined and simply followed. “you’re insane. what are we going to do with a cat we found on the street? we can’t keep it!” he spoke, crossing his arms as he walked next to you.

“well, we’re not keeping it forever, dumbass! just until we figure out what to do with it or some missing pet poster pops up.” you remark back, a small huffy sigh left you as you continued your walk, and eventually made it to the store.

the two of you walked into the store, both of you offering polite smiles to the workers who greeted you both. you and chuuya walked to the pet aisle, and went to the shelf of cat food as you held the purring cat in your arms.

“do we get it wet food or?” chuuya whispered to you, you shrugged and just decided to go with wet food and dry food. you were sure wet food was the answer, but you wanted to be safe and not buy something the cat wouldn’t eat. “get both, just in case, y’know?”

chuuya hummed in response, grabbing a small can of wet food and a small bag of dry food before you two walked to the shelf checkout area. you watched how he scanned the items and put them into a plastic bag, and then decided to spare him of trying to find his card and offered to pay (more like forced..). “grab my card from my bag, it’s in the second pocket.” you spoke to him, smiling at the sigh he gave and went to your crossbody bag.

he went through the pockets, looking for the card in the pocket you said it would be in, and after a few moments, he eventually found it and grabbed it, and went to pay. and after a few seconds, he returned the card and closed your bag, then went to grab the plastic bag with the cat food.

after a few minutes, you two were now walking home with the cat and the cat food. you ignored the cold air biting at your hands, and you were suddenly grateful that you were wearing a warm, long sleeved shirt since you definitely didn’t want to get sick from this. but the cat definitely seemed warm.. lucky.

“what are we going to do with the cat when we go to work?” you suddenly ask chuuya, remembering that you actually had to work tomorrow and you didn’t necessarily trust a cat you picked up from the street to be alone in your house. “we can give it to koyou? she’s not busy and can watch the cat while we work.” he suggested with a shrug, knowing that his older sister, koyou, could probably help.

you nodded in agreement, knowing koyou could be trusted rather than all of your other friends. “yeah, we can go to koyous house before class, and after work, we can pick up the cat.” you agree.

⌢ time : 6:15 am . ⌣

you and chuuya were currently walking down the hallway of a familiar apartment building, walking to a door that had the number ‘629’ , the same apartment that chuuyas older sister lived in. as you held the cat with one arm, your free hand went to the door, giving a few knocks.

after a few moments, you and chuuya could hear the door lock unlocking, and the door opened to show a woman with redish hair, and was still wearing her home clothes. “oh, hello. did you two need something?” she spoke up softly, giving a polite smile, and a curious look.

you both immediately smiled back at the woman before you. “hey, koyou. we’re wondering if you can watch this cat for the day, and we’ll pick it up after work?” you ask her, seeing how she immediately nodded in agreement and you handed the cat over. “sure, i can watch it for the day. just get to all of your classes, yes?”

you mentally sighed in relief, mostly because you weren’t really expecting her to be that nice, and she seemed to be in a good mood. “thank you, koyou.” chuuya spoke before you, giving his sister a grateful smile before she nodded and closed the door with the cat in her hold.

well, at least you got that out of the way..

⌢ time : 5:08 pm . ⌣

you and all of your friends were at work, you and chuuya had arrived first, then tachihara, then higuchi. all of your other friends were busy with night classes, so they worked the morning shift, while you and the others worked the late afternoon to night shift.

anyways. you and chuuya were in the back, simply talking while chuuya got a smoke break, but then, you two heard yelling from the front. you immediately went inside while chuuya shortly followed after taking a big hit of his cigarette before putting it out, and quickly followed after you.

the moment you walked in, you were witnessing the weirdest scene ever. dazai and yosano were at the counter, talking to tachihara.

“i already told you, i didn’t see your stupid cat nor did i take it!” tachihara yelled back at dazai, who was looking at tachihara as if he killed his whole family. “bullshit, i know one of you took it as revenge!” dazai replied quickly, clearly unhappy and was certain one of you took it.

you and chuuya walked up to the counter, and chuuya crossed his arms as he interrupted. “what’s wrong now, dazai? why the hell are you yelling at my coworkers?” chuuya spoke, glaring at dazai, who focused his attention to you and chuuya as yosano sighed quietly and just watched.

“i know one of you took my cat, there’s nobody else who would steal it but you and your idiotic friends.” he easily replied to chuuya. the brunette took out a paper and waved it in chuuyas face, showing a missing poster of a fluffy, black cat. the same black cat you saved from the cold so it didn’t freeze to death.

well, fuck. you didn’t really mean to steal this guys cat, and the cat didn’t have a collar, so you just sort of assumed it was a stray.

you and chuuya immediately shared a look, before chuuya gave a cocky smile, and before you could speak and admit you had the cat, chuuya cut in and looked back at dazai. “nah, didn’t see your stupid cat anywhere. but i did see another cafe down the road take in a cat that sort of looks like that inside.” chuuya lied through his teeth, shrugging as if it was nothing.

dazai narrowed his eyes, shoving the paper back in his pocket, keeping eye contact the whole time. “osamu, if they said they didn’t take the cat, then they didn’t. no need to be this protective over it.” yosano suddenly spoke, then dazai sighed and softened, realizing he was being dramatic, but he couldn’t help it. the cat was the only thing making him survive the hell that was college.

“fine, if you say that you don’t have it, then you don’t. but if i find out that you or any of your friends stole it and you’re lying to my face, i will—” he spoke, but you quickly cut him off, and decided to just go with chuuyas lie since you two were way too deep into this now. “is it really necessary to threaten? how about this; if we ever see the cat, then we can come find it and give it to you, personally.” you had cut in with a polite smile, noticing how he looked at you, his mood changing immediately as he saw an opportunity to be playful with someone.

dazai smiled, suddenly perking up and becoming all nice. “is that so? personally? how sweet.” he replied with a hint of playfulness. chuuya immediately looked at dazai with a narrowed gaze, wondering how the fuck dazais mood changed.

you, tachihara and chuuya were both confused on how dazais mood quickly changed, how it was like he changed in a blink of an eye. first, he was all stressed and frustrated, then, he was suddenly cheerful and playful? what the fuck?

“yes, personally. now, if you and your friend don’t mind, we actually want to work.” chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes, and dazai looked back at chuuya, seemingly calmed down and shrugged. “fine, then. enjoy your 4 customers.” he said with a mocking grin, then turned around, grabbed yosano and dragged her out the cafe.

tachihara watched the two leave the cafe in disdain, before the bell atop the door rang, signaling the door being opened and closed. “god, what a fucking mood swing that was.. jesus, that guy needs to get checked out and put on some pills.” tachihara mumbled, before going back to setting the coffee machine up.

chuuya was happily smiling once dazai and yosano left, clearly glad that dazai was finally out the shop. that was something he was grateful for. “we are not giving him back that cat until the end of the month, i must drag out his misery.” chuuya whispered to you with a happy sounding sigh, finally finding something to hold over dazai.

you sighed quietly, realizing that you couldn’t do anything since you just lied to that guys face about his cat, and was now holding the thing hostage. “we are so fucked.” you mumbled quietly under your breath.

you had no idea how you will keep your mouth shut about it, but it was too late now to go back..

small authors note : sneaking in my hc of dazai having very, very sudden mood swings hehe.. Though, i do apologize for how rushed this chapter was! just trying to get to the good part quicker ^_^ + reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated <3

[dazai-a-day]

Little guy got startled! (๑˃ㅁ˂๑)

[limbooog]

Low-key hate this (hands and perspectives are hard but it is what it is)

[nori-draws-sometimes]

Dazai is the ultimate consequence. Thoughts and prayers for kunikida

[someonehasgiventheratsapen]

Recently saw the phrase "double-blind" in my psych textbook and it made me think of double-black. And then I thought of some more variations, so now i'm making it yall's problem.

I also did a little comic for "double-bind" but I'll post that separately

[drlqra]

The Painter and The Muse

in an AU where dazai is a painter, and oda was a writer-

while ango is a bitch LMAWOAKWJHJDAJK

[dailynakaharachuuya]

Silly little doodles of @petitesmafia's twts about Dazai trying to get Chuuya to be jealous (and failing hahaha)

[saltedbiscuiit]

Egg Bread

[ribbonedreverie]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Dazai x Ranpo – A Look at Their Relationship

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Ranpo does not like mysteries.

He does not like questions without answers, puzzles without solutions, riddles that stretch too long.

And yet, he keeps Dazai around.

Dazai, who is nothing but contradictions.

Dazai, who hides in riddles and smokescreens, who laughs when he should mourn, who disappears when he is needed and appears when no one expects him.

Dazai, who is unsolvable.

And worse—Dazai, who knows it.

“You’re annoying,” Ranpo mutters one afternoon, biting into a sugar-coated pastry as Dazai lounges beside him, long legs stretched over the couch, arms folded behind his head like he has nowhere else in the world to be.

“And yet,” Dazai hums, smirking, tipping his head back, watching Ranpo with lidded eyes that always seem to know too much— “you haven’t gotten rid of me yet.”

Ranpo scowls.

Because he should have.

He should have had Fukuzawa dismiss him the moment he realized the truth.

That Dazai is not like the others.

That he cannot predict him.

That Dazai is the only thing in this world Ranpo cannot instantly figure out.

Which, frankly, is infuriating.

“You’re just lucky I’m generous,” Ranpo finally mutters, licking sugar off his fingers. “Besides, every great detective needs a sidekick.”

Dazai snorts. “Sidekick? Me? I think you have that backwards, Ranpo-san.”

Ranpo turns his head, unimpressed. “Oh? Let’s check.”

And then, before Dazai can react, Ranpo reaches over—grabs the fabric of his coat and tugs.

Dazai barely manages a startled, “Huh?” before he is tumbling off the couch, landing in a heap of long limbs and theatrical distress.

“Nope, I was right,” Ranpo says with a lazy grin, “I’m still the main character.”

Dazai stays on the floor, sprawled like a fallen angel, hand dramatically pressed to his forehead.

“Oh, how cruel!” he laments, voice laced with mock agony. “To be cast aside so heartlessly! How will I ever recover?”

“You’ll be fine,” Ranpo says dismissively, taking another bite of his pastry. “You’re used to rejection.”

“Ouch.”

“Truth hurts, huh?”

Dazai peeks up through his fingers, pouting. “You really don’t love me at all?”

Ranpo flicks a crumb at him. “Tolerate is a better word.”

But the truth is more complicated than that.

Because Dazai stays.

And Ranpo lets him.

Because Dazai is the only one who understands.

Understands what it is like to live in a world where everything is too simple, where people are just pieces on a board, where existence is nothing but waiting for something to be interesting.

Understands the exhaustion of always being the smartest person in the room.

Understands that Ranpo does not solve mysteries—he simply sees the truth before anyone else does.

And Dazai—Dazai does not see the truth at all.

He only avoids it.

Ranpo doesn’t say any of this, of course. He doesn’t need to.

Because Dazai knows.

Because Dazai, for all his riddles and misdirection, still wordlessly plucks the unwanted pickles from Ranpo’s sandwich before passing it back.

Because Ranpo, without looking, will shove his half-empty bag of candies toward Dazai when the silence between them stretches too long.

Because Dazai will linger when Ranpo stays late at the office, his presence weightless but constant, waiting for him to be done before they leave together.

Because Ranpo, despite every protest, will let Dazai steal his space, his food, his time—without ever truly trying to stop him.

Because Dazai never asks if he can stay.

And Ranpo never tells him to leave.

“You’re sulking again,” Dazai drawls from the floor. “What’s that genius brain of yours thinking about now?”

“How annoying you are.”

Dazai laughs, soft and easy.

Ranpo sighs. Dazai is infuriating. Dazai is exhausting. Dazai is impossible.

But Ranpo lets him stay.

Because Dazai is a puzzle with no solution.

And Ranpo—Ranpo has never been able to resist an unsolvable mystery.

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@lyingistheway

It’s funny how, from just this little story, I feel like I’ve unraveled a whole analysis of their relationship—picking apart their dynamics, reading between the lines, and finding meaning in even the smallest moments. There’s just something so captivating about the way they interact, and I can’t help but get lost in it.

Thank you, truly, for your requests—for sharing your thoughts and visions with me, for trusting me to bring them to life in some way through my writing. It’s always such a joy to explore these moments, and even more so knowing they resonate with you. ♡

[sailor-4lexa]

BSD X THE KID AT THE BACK AU¡

[cewwart]

dazai being a good mentor :>

ft. atsushi’s first trip to the aquarium

☆ commissions ☆

[w1lsun]

Daydreaming at the aquarium - PM Dazai

[dazai-a-day]

I know this is a Dazai art blog but sometimes you just need to draw Chuuya as the main focus