#Dazai

[itadoreyu]

@osarina

The rot was inevitable

[venelona]

Beast Swap Dazai I drew months ago

I wanted to draw more but then got distracted and at this point throws him onto the dash

Was often chained in the orphanage for being 'a weird, demonic child'

Only person who showed him any shred of kindness in the orphanage was a doctor

Wasn't aware of his special ability (or at least what it did), and growing up without that awareness lead to poor control of it -> neutralizes abilities in a big vicinity around himself

Let's see if I can write thems in 2025

[akhillasmyth]

Shut up about perceiving soukoku wrong shut up about writing soukoku wrong shut up about mischarateizing soukoku shut up shut up shut up

If you have a problem write them yourself dont get on other people’s ass about how they create their own fan content or how they see their dynamic !! Did no one teach you “if you have nothing nice to say dont say it” ???

[juicebox72664]

Yes, Dazai’s jealous

Dazai was a possessive man, especially of Chuuya, and he wasn’t even trying to hide his glare at the man talking to Chuuya.

They’d been talking for just a little too long.

Sitting just a little too close.

And touching just a little too much.

He wanted to kill the guy; but Chuuya would be mad if he blew the mission; he might make him sleep on the couch.

So he stayed where he was.

That changed very quickly.

It changed the second Chuuya looked uncomfortable.

He knew Chuuya could take care of himself.

He also knew Chuuya would do whatever it took to get the mission done.

So he marched straight over there, interjecting himself into the conversation without hesitation, covering up his distain for the man with a very fake smile; and he’s sure the man knew it was fake because he gave a similar one.

“Sorry; I really must borrow Chuuya for a moment.”

He didn’t miss the glare that Chuuya shot him; this might be the only chance they have to get the intel they needed.

That didn’t stop Dazai from forcibly pulling Chuuya away.

Once they were far enough away from the man, Chuuya pulled wrist away. “What the fuck, Osamu? I had him.” He would be yelling, but he didn’t want to attract attention.

“We can ‘have him’ another way.” Dazai remarks, his jealousy, and not to mention his hatred for the man, lacing his voice.

Chuuya crosses his arms over his chest. “I cannot believe you.” He rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’m going to try to salvage this.”

Dazai grabs his wrist before he can leave, pulling his back against his chest.

“Osamu.” He says evenly. “Let go.”

Dazai hold only tightens. “I don’t want him around you.” He grumbles.

“I know.” Chuuya turns around in his hold, cupping his face. “I just need to get the information, and when we get home, you can have me all to yourself.”

Dazai groans, but relents, letting Chuuya go. “I expect your full attention.” He pouts.

Chuuya laughs and pecks his lips. “You got it.” Then he turns heel and heads back to the man that Dazai hopes he’ll be allowed to kill after the mission.

[juicebox72664]

“What happened to not leaving?” Chuuya said aloud.

three weeks, three weeks, since he had seen Dazai, apparently he defected, he wasn’t mad about that though,

He was mad he didn’t tell him.

That he left without a word.

he was the only one he had, the only one who understood.

He got up, going to the kitchen; he needed a drink.

He turned on a random romcom, hoping it would help him take his mind go things,

It didn’t.

He ended up passing out on the couch, fast asleep, and alone.

When he woke up, there was a blanket over him, a glass of water.

He didn’t have any proof it was Dazai, nor did he plan on asking anyone.

But he knew, he did promise to not leave, and he may have lied, but he knows he still cares.

“Chuuya Is a Sore Loser” needs a special edition, Dazai thinks one day, a genius prank idea brewing in his head. He’s not gonna lie - he’s really proud of this plan. He’s the best strategist of the Port Mafia for a reason - and his talents span further than planning missions. 

Step one - install a hidden camera in Chuuya’s kitchen.

Step two - get Chuuya drunk on some shitty wine and watch him embarrass himself, every single bit of his drunken delirium caught on tape. 

Step three - send the video to everyone in the Port Mafia and have a good laugh. With the nature of the prank, he won’t even have to bother with printing the newsletter out. Saving trees AND humiliating the hat rack? 

Sounds like a perfect plan. 

Installing the camera is a piece of cake - Dazai had messed with Chuuya’s apartment so many times, that he’d probably be able to do it in the dark with his eyes closed. 

Luckily, Chuuya immediately agrees to Dazai’s proposal to come over with a bottle of wine, his text message read and answered within seconds. Silly slug - he makes it so easy. Too easy, even. 

Just to be sure the plan works out, Dazai shows up with two bottles. He knows Chuuya has a very low alcohol tolerance, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?

After the third glass, Chuuya’s cheeks get all red, a sure sign that he’s almost had a little bit too much. With his brows furrowed and speech slurred he already looks hilarious, but Dazai just knows it’s about to get even funnier. What is Chuuya going to do today? Dance to some obscure Eurodance music? Sing anime openings from the 90s? Tell some trashy story from his Sheep days?

Dazai has no idea and it makes him vibrate with excitement. He glances at the camera and pours some more wine into Chuuya’s glass. He takes a sip and puts the glass on the table with a loud thud. 

The show is about to start, Dazai thinks triumphantly. 

Chuuya makes a strange sound and Dazai giggles internally - seems like the Port Mafia will have the pleasure of seeing the “best” martial artist, the gravity manipulator Nakahara Chuuya throwing up all over his kitchen floor. Perfect. 

Another sound escapes Chuuya’s mouth. And another one. And another, until Dazai, to his horror, realises that Chuuya is sobbing, his shoulders jerking up and down, tears streaming down his red face as he desperately tries to wipe them away. 

“I have no one,” he wheezes through his tears. “They are all gone.”

Dazai takes another glance at the camera, immediately looking back at Chuuya. His eyes are red, his hair sticks to his wet cheeks, and the look in his eyes is eerily unnerving. It’s so raw that it looks like Chuuya can see right through him. Dazai opens his mouth but no sound leaves his mouth. What can he even say?

“I only have you, shitty Dazai,” Chuuya sobs. “You are the only person I have left. Don’t you leave me, too.”

The breakdown as well as the excessive amounts of wine seem to have drained Chuuya of the last of his energy. With his head on the kitchen table, he falls asleep, soft hiccups interrupting his even breathing. 

For a few minutes, Dazai sits still, watching Chuuya’s back go up and down, his wailing still ringing in his ears: “You are the only person I have left”.

He takes the camera and turns it off. 

Chuuya is way too heavy to be carried all the way to the bedroom, so Dazai lays him on the couch in the living room and covers him with a blanket. Tiptoeing around the kitchen, he cleans up, places a glass of water on the coffee table and quietly leaves. 

When Dazai gets home, he breaks the SD card in half. 

He doesn’t sleep that night.

The next day Chuuya doesn’t show up to work. The Port Mafia meetings are even more boring without him, and Dazai wonders if he should go and check on him. 

He doesn’t. 

Chuuya is back the following day. It’s as clear as a day that he tries his best to avoid Dazai, and when he can’t, he averts his gaze and doesn’t react to a single taunt Dazai throws at him. 

Naturally, Dazai comes to Chuuya’s apartment in the evening.

Usually, Chuuya throws something at him, or yells abuse, or kicks him down the stairs when Dazai breaks in. This time, Chuuya’s reaction makes Dazai’s blood freeze. 

“Leave me alone,” he whispers, his face full of horror and… shame?

Dazai takes a step forward.

“Leave me alone,” Chuuya stubbornly says again, stepping back. “Or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Unfazed by the empty threats, Dazai crosses the room and looks into Chuuya’s eyes. He can still see the flames hiding in them behind the crippling shame, and he has to admit that the raging fire looks gorgeous with icy blue, contradiction as bright as Chuuya himself. 

“Lea-”

Dazai cuts him short, wrapping his arms around Chuuya’s shoulders and pulling him close, instantly feeling the tension in Chuuya’s body disappear as he slowly raises his arms and wraps them around Dazai’s waist. 

He doesn’t know how long this moment lasts — it could be seconds. Minutes. Centuries. All he knows is that it’s more than enough time to say what he wants to say without using any words. 

Although… There is something that he’d like Chuuya to hear.  

Chuuya’s hair smells of peppermint, and when Dazai leans down to Chuuya’s ear, he thinks that it might easily become his new favourite smell.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Thank you for reading! Nezu on twt made the loveliest artwork for this little story, make sure to check it out!

[dazaiismytherapist]

Yozo Oba is just me being dramatic about life lol

[drabblesdear]

Aren’t you a sweetheart…?

He smiles almost sickly, his eyes crinkling in the sides. It was unsettling, scary, even.

It was odd how he was still smiling so shamelessly after he had tried to stab you in that back.

You weren’t dumb. Ofcourse you knew something was up. So you caught the knife.

And positioned it to his neck, turning the tables.

“Aha…aha…” He chuckled, laughing at his own stupidity, “…Who was I to think I could fool you…?”

You gritted your teeth, eyes hardening as you pressed the knife to his neck deeper, “An idiot, clearly.”

“Ngh…Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“Shut up.” You growled, using your leg to hit his crotch. Yet he barely flinched.

“Kill me if you want…its an honor to die by your hands, dear.” He murmured, his eyes turning almost masochistic.

“…And if I don’t?”

“I’ll make you, I’m afraid…”

[thornedarrow]

keep it in your pocket

[idiototheinternet]

I'm gonna have a rarepair here- Yuan has a crush on Yosano. They don't get together, but the crush is there.

Yuan and Chuuya also used to date but they're chill now.

Verlaine and Rimbaud basically forced Chuuya to walk to school with Dazai, and the street that has a bunch of arcades is a good shortcut.

Said street also features the Salt and Pepper Diner because that animatic lives rent-free in my head.

Shirase is insistent that Dazai should join their 'gang' (Neither of them know what a normal friendship is yet, it's my hyperfixation and I get to choose the therapy) And so they hang out and piss off Chuuya

Dazai has braces. We are bracezai we are union

Would y'all like me to write a BSD highschool AU? Ideas i'm thinking of using include

ooc mori who takes okay care of dazai and is just overall really stressed and tired with being a surgeon

chuuya immediately thinking of dazai as an asshole because dazai is wearing a turtleneck under a hoodie from late August to the beginning of the school year, as well as having a blond 'sister' (in chuuya's mind, people with blond siblings are no good)

Old man yaoi between Fukuzawa and Mori

Late night conversations hanging out on the roof

Big sister Kouyou

Dazai is obsessed with sonic and may or may not force his friends to make what is technically the snapcube fandubs

Ranpo gathers information for both the school paper and the forensics club

Oda isn't dead and he and Ango are both newfound restraints for dazai

Poe edits the school paper and plays(loses) against Ranpo at clue on fridays

Atsushi has a striped ragdoll cat that follows him around

HALL MONITOR KUNIKIDA

Akutagawa tries to kill Atsushi on a daily basis by now

Chuuya has a big fluffy dog named Daisy Bell

Dazai somehow found a male calico and named it pickles

Yosano runs the forensics club and gets the ada gang together

Karl is judging and is co-writing this fanfic with me

[iztea]

awkward helicopter ride back home

[pleucas]

mafia days, post-mission

[nori-draws-sometimes]

Dazai is the ultimate consequence. Thoughts and prayers for kunikida

[woerm-town]

@dazai-on-my-mind

Bedtime

[kopa0550]

Prision gang

[juicebox72664]

Sorry

It wasn’t his fault.

Or at least, that’s what Dazai tried to convince himself, trying to get the pang of guilt to go away.

Him and Chuuya had an at argument, a real argument, not a playful one; and while yes, Chuuya started it, he was the one who escalated it.

But Chuuya was being ridiculous, but maybe Dazai was ridiculous for bringing up the Albatross.

He swung his legs off the couch and rubbed his face with his hands before getting up, he made his way to their bedroom, and opened the door.

He knew Chuuya would be awake because he could rarely sleep without Dazai.

Nonetheless, in the off chance he was wrong, he quietly closed the door and made his way over to the bed.

“Chuuya?” He calls quietly, there’s no reply, so he sits in the floor, his back to the bed. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck off.” Chuuya snaps, not turning to face him, still lying with his back facing the door.

Dazai feels a pang of guilt shoot throw him at Chuuya’s harsh tone. “I shouldn’t have said what I did.” He speaks with remorse.

“I don’t care about your apology.” He sits up, and Dazai turns to face him, his elbow resting on the bed.

Chuuya’s eyes are bloodshot, and Dazai realizes with a start that he made him cry. “What do you want?”

Chuuya glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “To be left alone.”

Dazai gives a tight smile, and gets up. “Okay, well, you know where to find me.”

He’s about to leave but he feels Chuuya’s hand on his wrist, and turns to look at him, a light blush coating his cheeks. “Stay.” Is all he says as he lets go of his hand, looking away.

Dazai‘s smile turns soft and genuine and he climbs into bed beside him as Chuuya lays down with his back to Dazai.

Dazai wraps his arms around him after hesitating a moment, and when Chuuya doesn’t pull away he takes it as a green light and pulls him against his chest, mumbling another, “sorry,” as he closes his eyes.