#So doppo was my victim of choice

[noctilu-uca]

Unfinished ahh painting

[ranposlittle]

Can I request an NSFW with Kunikida Doppo?? The context can be in your choice ^^ (Ps: 😳😳 I loved your content! And sorry my bad English ಥ‿ಥ)

Genre: NSFW

Tags: Blowjob, A sprinkle of DD/lg

{A/N:} Oh no no, your English is perfectly fine! Don't worry about it because English isn't my first language either so I'm also flawed on using it hehe anyway, here's your request! I somehow based it on the headcanon I have for Kunikida where he likes giving oral more than receiving because he kinda don’t like the fact that he loses all control when receiving. I do wish I fulfilled my duty to deliver and that I made it worthy of your time. Thank you for your support! Enjoyyy~ᕦ(˵•̀ᴥ•́˵)ᕤ

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The click of the lock seemed louder than usual as Kunikida closed off the Armed Detective Agency’s office. It’s your everyday quiet afternoon and his footfall rang as he made his way to the elevator.

People from every walks of life are heading towards their respective route home, faint laughter and excited murmurs of weekend plans can be heard from every direction. It’s Friday and Kunikida has a plan of his own, of course.

His eyes narrowed as he walked, feeling the weight of his one (and only) guilty pleasure starting to press on his moral conscience: you. The initial meeting that led the domino effect of things was already blurred out of his memory, entangled and laced by all the images of your naked body against his. He felt a strain on his lower half just by thinking about the feeling of your supple tongue on his flushed flesh. There came an itch on his feet to walk faster and before he can argue with his own mind, he finds himself already knocking on your door.

“You’re five minutes early,” you teased him the moment you swung open the barrier in between the two of you.

Kunikida grumbled. “Yeah, I know.”

He invited himself inside and settled his belongings neatly on their usual spot. The orange light of the sunset bled to your walls and floor as Kunikida felt familiar hands grabbed his. You guided him to one of your couches and pushed him down, getting in between his legs in an instant.

Kunikida threw his head back once he felt your palm on his clothed erection. These past few months he spent with you, he has wondered endlessly if this is some ability of yours you haven’t mentioned to him yet. He thought it must be, because of the way his body would become completely powerless with just a touch from you. His knees practically trembled when the zipper of his pants vibrated as you pull them down. You didn’t even wasted your time to get rid of the rest of his clothing when you impulsively took out his cock and went to work.

The fluid motion of your fingers immediately made him harder. You can tell by the way he grabbed the end of the couch that he’s been craving you for so long. A sly smirk made its way to your hungry lips before sticking your tongue out and running it on his shaft.

“Agh!” He exclaimed, slender fingers now wrapped up on your hair.

By feral lust, his hips bucked up to meet your face and the head of his cock brushed against the back of your throat. Your gag reflex acted out but you let the weak tears gathered at the corner of your eyes. His hips settled back down again, slowly pulling himself out.

“You taste so good, daddy.” 

You know exactly what calling him that would do to him and as if on cue, his cock twitched in front of you.

You flicked your eyes up to him and maintain the contact as your lips languidly descended on his length once again. You also know exactly how he likes it: slow and deep.

“Shit,” he whispered.

Kunikida’s face contorted into several expressions as if he’s fighting against letting himself go under any circumstance, even if his whole being is staring to be consumed by the overwhelming pulses of pleasure you’re serving.

He feels utterly defeated by you. Every second your plump lips would drag little by little on his shaft, wide-eyed gaze fixed on him, he just gets higher. He can hear the obscene slurping sounds you’re making beneath him and his pupils dilated with seeing your saliva drip down your chin. Every time the warmth of your softly exhaled moans fanned against his pelvis, a robust flow of bliss course through every single vein on his pulsating erection.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He found himself saying as his fingers fiddled around the strands of your hair.

A look in your gaze lets him know that you wanted to say something in return. However, given the fact your articulators are occupied with working on his cock, he answered your unspoken query.

“You’re doing so good for daddy. Daddy loves it.”

Although truly meaning what he said, a wave of guilt once again rippled against Kunikida’s chest. It felt so wrong for him to be doing this, to have you calling him such a name and to be in this dynamic in the first place. But God, he’d rather sin than to deprive himself of you. You’re the thorn in his flesh, the only thing that reminds him how he’s just a man who is living as good as one can be but if given the right temptation, would still succumb to his weakness as a man.

Feeling validated by his words, you readjusted yourself on your knees and prepared to take him in deeper. Kunikida groaned out loud as his head fell back once again when your hand squeezed the base of his cock before stroking it, all the while sucking him off with much more vigor now. His knuckles turned white; one hand still grabbing the edge of the couch, the other pulling carelessly on your hair. With the same snail-like pace, you bobbed your head up and down. Your free hand made its way to his inner thigh, caressing it ever so gently.

The new sensation it brought made Kunikida mumble your name under his breath. It sounded so sweet to hear him utter it in such a manner and it gave you the motivation to keep going.

With a rather loud pop, Kunikida’s cock was freed from your hot mouth. You locked eyes with him again as you pepper his slick cock with sloppy kisses. There’s a sort of hunger in your eyes that Kunikida can’t seem to fight against. All he can do is lay there and let you have your way with him. He’d like to think that it’s his need that he’s feeding but perhaps you’re getting more out of this than he is. Maybe he fell for the intricate web that you spun to catch your victims and now he’s your prey; he’s at your mercy.

Kunikida clicked his tongue upon the thought and his body twitched to gain dominance but the moment that your tongue swirled around the swollen head of his cock before sucking harshly on it once more, every drop of strength evaporated out of him. The grip on your hair has faltered and Kunikida couldn’t even lift his heavy head off of the couch this time. He’s lost and he’s now accepting it. His eyes are comfortably shut while he let himself drown in ecstacy.

Low moans and pants floated through the air as the tension from the sexual pleasure you’re so generously giving him builds up to its fullest. The salty bitter taste of the leaking precum from his cock made its contact to your worked up tongue. You swallowed it along with your thickened saliva, frowning for a moment as you accustomed yourself with its strong flavor. You ran the tip of your tongue gently on the slit of his cock and that was the moment Kunikida lost all sense of control.

He spat out curses and you held on to his tensed thighs to keep yourself in place as he started thrusting his cock feverishly on your tightly closed lips.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You obeyed. The sight before him made his breath hitched in the middle of his throat: your tearful round eyes, abused plump lips, chin drenched on your own spit and a deep blush on your pretty face- what an erotic scene.

An enormous wave of pleasure pulsated on Kunikida’s cock and he stuttered between a curse and a growl, pushing you further down as his release finally imploded within him.

Streams of warm cum gushed down and filled your mouth, Kunikida moaning in time with each one. You were left with no other choice than to swallow down every last drop of his thick cum as he kept your head connected to his pelvis while he chase his climax to its highest peak until he comes down.

After a while, the pressure pressing on the back of your head loosened up and was replaced by feathery strokes. With a soft moan, you popped his cock out of your mouth, leaving a final tender kiss on its tip.

“You came early too, daddy.” You giggled mischievously, licking around your lips and tasting him on every centimeter.

Kunikida sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

[catboyithaqua]

Ramuda and Doppo :0

OH MY BOYS LETS GO

Under a cut bc long

Ramuda Amemura

First impression

Baby boy baby. Very cute and sweet i love characters with ramudas aesthetic i tend to want to protect them, especially since its an aesthetic that i fall into myself and lo v e so kseidjsnfn YEAH this man is baby!!!

Impression now

Ohhh my god i love this man i love the way he is characterised he is so incredibly interesting as a character and tbh so realistic and honestly i adore him!!! I alarmingly see a lot of myself in him tbh, were incredibly similar and that isnt necessarily a good thing!! But still i love this man

Favorite moment

Oh man where tf do i BEGIN there are so many ngl, but mostly all of the moments where we see ramuda's humanity. There is still a sweetness left under the darkness, there is still a man who wants to cling onto everything he has - his emotion, his internal battles, his morality vs his desperate need to survive - oh fucking man so much.

Idea for a story

CAN WE FUCKING. HAVE RAMUDA TALK HIS SHIT OUT PLEASE can we just have others actively helping ramuda cAN THIS MAN PLEASE BE SHOWN THAT ITS NOT TOO LATE FOR HIM,,, PLEASE,, i just want ramuda to finally talk out everything and have people on his side. Please.

Unpopular opinion

This probs isnt unpopular by any means, but idk what else to put here so take this:

I dont really see it often discussed that yknow ramuda is an abuse victim. Like, its very clear that chuokhu uses and abuses him, and his life is constantly being hung over his head. No wonder the dude is doing anything he can in order to survive, he has no choice in that regard. Before i get told this in the notes yes i know this doesnt excuse the things hes done!!! But tbh i really think that like the trauma that ramuda is living with kinda needs to be addressed.

Favorite relationship

I am a huge multishipper and have found a way to ship ramuda w just about most people (that are adults and not in chuokhu lol) so this is pretty tough

Id say either fling poly or jkrm and these are my reasons lets go:

Fling poly: HAVE YOU S E E N THEM do i really need to say more here all three of them have such good chemistry together, theyre all clearly on the same wavelength and have such a wonderful dynamic,,, they found out about the clones and shit and they STILL chose to protect ramuda and to fight for him and with him and to stay by his side aND BLACK JOURNEY TOO I-- IM GONNA START SOBBING,,,

Jakuramu: this one is not based on canon too much i am sorry this is mostly hc but i am a huge sucker for enemies to lovers ok also, i feel like out of TDD these two would be the ones to reconcile. After all, jakurai is a rather empathetic man and he probably would def understand the situation that ramuda was in. After all this dude was an ex assassin, if ramuda was to tell him everything, im sure that he would be able to relate to yknow the time he took others' lives, people with families and friends that he killed because he was ordered to and most likely had no other choice. Of course, jakurai is well within his right to not forgive ramuda for what happened to yotsutsuji, but i feel like he would and would help him get out of the situation hes in,,, and also im soft for the TDD era ok like how jakurai WANTED TO KNOW THE REAL RAMUDA AND LIKE,,, even when ramuda snapped at him he was GLAD HE WANTSD TO KNOW HIM FUCK MAN,,, i just really like these two ok

Favorite headcanon

I have quite a lot of hcs! Here are a few and like some explanation as to why:

- hes trans - i personally believe this bc personally itd make sense. Ramuda has a very feminine appearance and build, those that are like typically common in asian countries. As well as that, he has his own autonomy unlike the other clones. It wouldnt surprise me if chuokhu orignally wanted to make a girl to keep the other divisions in check, but when he decided personally that he didnt want to be such a way, they said sure, more room for us to treat you as we want to. Hes got money, getting T wouldnt be that difficult for him either, so thats why his voice is. That way fiaudjsnfnd anyway i think it makes sense!! Idk--

- he has bpd - projection probably but the biggest inspiration for this headcanon is how he is emotionally. His swings are violent - he feels and expresses such a diverse range of emotions and its so easy for him to change his emotional disposition - whilst also mostly feeling totally empty. Relationship wise also, given how he was genuinely really close to jakurai and then completely splitting on him, h a t i n g him. Yeah that sounds like bpd to me chief i know i have it!!! Theres more ik there is but i cant pull up examples rn

- hes neurodivergent - again mostly projection honestly and like there isnt much of a canon basis in his behaviour, just little things, but i like to personally hc that aside from eating candy to stay alive duh, that he chooses lollipops bc they serve as a sort of stim?? Also ik that fashion is his job but hes also so so clearly passionate about it that its a special interest for him, and thats partially why he took it up as a job in the first place, so he could do something related to his special interest lol. Idk i know there isnt any basis for this but just let me have autistic ramuda iaiesjdnsnfn

Doppo Kanonzaka

First impression

Now THATS what i call a tired mf!!! This dude has yves saint laurent eyebags also he really reminds me of aggretsuko somehow??? Im really not sure what it is

Impression now

Yeah i was def right with the aggretsuko comparison siaishsnshfb BUT I LOVEEE HIM i love him very much and i think this man really needs a break and is also very relateable i love

Favorite moment

As much as i love fp i absolutely adore the badass koments that doppo has including when he absolutely fucking obliterated fling posse sksjxnxncn also!! All of his little moments with hifumi i genuinely enjoy their dynamic its so cute

Idea for a story

Honestly i wanna see him slowly recover from the teauma that he has experienced because this king absolutely deserves it, and also from a practical point of view itd make this mf s t r o n g e r i also just.... long to see doppo happy honestly he deserves to smile!!

Unpopular opinion

I dont really have an unpopular opinion but saving like leaving this blank: as much as i absolutely adore jakurai and hifumi and their music (jakurai is my fave out of every hypmic character and i WILL drive this home), to me doppo just has the best music. Like, i love tigridia and BLACK OR WHITE so fucking much its absolutely unreal and all of doppos verses in every song are juust so fucking good. As much as i listen to you are, therefore i am on repeat every day of my life doppos music is just the best ✨

Favorite relationship

Again i am a huge multishipping bitch and i habe a few ships with doppo but in ahll honesty my fave is very clear - i absolutely adore his dynamic with matenrou as a whole and especially hifumi - his relationship with hifumi is clearly so special and it really shows how strong their friendship is, and in a ship sense i find it to be realy cute bc theres such a clear need for each other and that even if they clearly come at odds sometimes, at the end of the days theyre still clearly so close and i just,,, god doppo reallt deserves someone like hifumi in his life and im so glad that he has it!!!!

Favorite headcanon

Honestly i dont really think i have too many for doppo but given his general demeanor and his attitude, i personally hc him as demi. Yeah i know that sexualities dont have like typical personalities and such but i feel like given his anxieties around new people and how he clearly only really sticks to those that hes very close with, it makes more sense for him to be demi than any other sexuality to be quite honest - and this is also just pushing my hifudo agenda aiqiauansnssn but yknow!!!!

[mahkaria]

Of novelists and stray dogs - Chapter 2

On a rainy day 

At the back of the university, whilst the sky cried and rain fell on all windows, stood two people : a teenager and a boy. Although surrounded by books, they barely paid attentions to the objects. The eyebrows of the older were furrowed in frustration.

“Wait Atsushi, are you telling me you spent the evening with three people you didn’t even know? How could you do something so damn stupid?”

“I really didn’t want to. I just didn’t manage to say no.”

“For fuck’s sake, take care of yourself a bit, would you? I don’t want to find you dead one day just because you followed a suspicious person.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

Atsushi looked at the blond man in front of him. Kunikida Doppo, the man who had accepted to resolve his education’s shortage. Right now, the teenager was busy obtaining his degree in order to become a teacher.

If not for the two months he had spent as his student, he wouldn’t have thought him to be such an amazing mentor.

It was a frosty day.

Atsushi had now been living in Yokohama for one week. Buying furnitures had been both the best and worst experience of his life. So much possibilities he barely knew what to choose. He didn’t have the money to buy anything fancy but the feeling of control this situation had offered to him was overwhelming.

However, no matter how happy he was, he needed to get back to work if he wanted to keep his independence. Using Internet was still a mystery to him except for sending mails. He had no other choice but to go to the closest library. One of his neighbour, a nice old lady had affirmed him, he could find one popular with students not too far away.

Until now, the orphanage’s library had been enough to learn a decent amount of informations. Enough for his first short stories to be coherent and interesting (he hoped) but he couldn’t rest on it.

He walked into the building, afraid that at any moment someone might order him to go out. No one would, he knew it but integrating it would take a while. The feeling of being an imposter refused to vanish.

I can’t live my whole life thinking everything I do is wrong. I have as much rights as any other person to be alive.

As he was about to go to the history section, a shout startled him. A few meters away stood a blond colossus. A furious blond colossus.

“We are in a library ! A place of knowledge and study, disturbing everyone as you are doing is an insult to all those who want to succeed. So shut the fuck up !”

I should probably stay as far away as possible from this guy , Atsushi thought.

His interlocutors looked at him with an expression akin to someone seeing an exploding volcano. Absolute terror.

Despite his victims’ remorses, the man kept screaming. It reminded him painfully of the headmaster.

I’m definitely not going near him.

A librarian went to see him and ordered him in angry whispers to be quiet. Red blossomed on the man’s ears as he stuttered with embarrassment.

It doesn’t concern me. I need to find books.

He continued his journey and arrived to shelves with old front covers. It seemed to be about north american folklore. How interesting.

Or at least it could be if he was able to reach them. The awful consequences of being under a meter and fifty centimeters. As he struggled on his tiptoes to catch what he wanted, a hand invaded his vision and caught it before handling it to him.

“Thank you very much.”

“Aren’t you a bit young to be here? Do not cause trouble.”

“I-I don’t intend to.”

In front of him stood the man from before, his serious eyes entirely focused on Atsushi. How lucky he was !

“It is a library dedicated to students, you should probably go somewhere else if you’re just looking for something to read.”

“I’m not ! I’m doing researches.”

“Is that so? Alright then.” He didn’t seem to be convinced.

Careful to keep looking at the man in case he started yelling again, he sat to the closest desk and started reading.

“Shouldn’t you be at school at this hour?” The man asked with the same suspicion again.

“I’m not skipping, I just can’t go.”

“I see. Sorry for asking.” He said and also took a chair. Almost immediately he took a notebook out of one his jacket and started writing in it.

“It’s… fine.”

His focus went back to the book. Some of the words didn’t make sense. He wasn’t familiar enough with the american culture to know them however he could almost guess their meaning. One however…

His brows furrowed in confusion. What could be the significance of this one?

“What’s wrong, kid?”

“Nothing, I-”

“Just speak, I’m not going to scold you for asking a question and it’d be annoying to have someone in trouble next to me.”

“I’m just not sure of what it means.”

“Which word?”

“Orora Borealiz?”

“Aurora Borealis, it’s a latin word so you don’t pronounce the s as if was a phonetical z.”

“I see.”

“It’s a natural phenomenon when lights from different colours - especially green - appear on the sky. It only happens in the northern and southern pole and if I remember correctly it happens because photons from the sun interract with the particular atmosphere.”

As the man spoke, Atsushi kept writing what he said. The first thing he had bought after arriving in the city had been a notebook to remember informations and ideas for his stories.

It must have been the right thing to do since his interlocutor looked at him with appreciation.

“Did you understand everything?”

“I think so.”

At the orphanage, most of the books weren’t exactly suited for children. They were donations from people who no longer needed them, hence why school books had found their way to the place. Atsushi had once read one about physics (far too complicated for him to understand everything) but enough to learn about basic particles.

“Do you have any other questions?”

Despite his grumpy behaviour, he still had the air of someone avid to help.

First impressions really are misleading. He isn’t at all how I thought he’d be.

“Do you know books I should read?”

“Well it depends of what you’re interested in.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll read anything.”

“Really? Well then there are quite a few books on mathematics which are really interesting.”

“Won’t they be a bit complicated ? No one ever taught anything about it.”

“You’ve never what ? Got maths lessons?”

“Yes?”

The man suddenly rose up and left.

What had happened?

Did I do something wrong? Maybe he doesn’t like being around people who never got any real education.

He looked around. No trace, he had just vanished.

Or at least, that’s what he thought.

A deep bang surprised him. He had come back with a pile of books.

“I think it should be enough.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“I can’t let a kid be ignorant of this kind of subject so if you want I can - I can tutor you. Only if you’re motivated, though, I won’t accept any half-assed work.”

“That’s so nice of you ! Thank you so much ! But I don't want to impose...”

“I’m not nice !” He blushed ? “I want to be a teacher so it’s normal for me to practise by mentoring kids so don't worry. My name is Kunikida Doppo by the way.”

“Then, nice to meet you, Kunikida-sensei. I’m Nakajima Atsushi.”

When he heard the honorific “sensei”, Kunikida could only emit a sound which could be compared to a dying whale’s.

“I don’t have the right diploma so it is not right for you to call me “sensei”.”

“Would “senpai” be better?”

“I guess it would be.”

The blush hadn’t subsided which was endearing in a way. Kunikida-senpai could really only be described as an amazing person.

“So anyway, I thought about some questions to evaluate your level and if you’re not able to answer I swear I’ll go punch those who raised you.”

Although quite a violent one.

From here, their relationship had quickly evolved. They'd meet at least thrice a week and worked together. Being the youngest of his class since he was only sixteen, Kunikida tended to be quite isolated from the rest. Tutoring Atsushi was his only consequent social interaction. Exactly like Atsushi who, too focused on his next short stories, barely went outside.

A day, when Atsushi - too lost in his work and worried about the next full moon - had forgotten to eat one too many meal, he had grabbed Atsushi by the scruff of his neck - like a furiously protective cat with his cub - and had brought him to his home. This had also marked the day Atsushi had met Kunikida’s grandmother.  

“One would think you’d be able to take care of yourself.”

“I’m really sorry !”

“Don’t apologize, just make sure it never happens again.” He had huffed.

The old woman had softly giggled before serving him again. Her udons were to die for.

“Listen, next time you meet one of them, just call me. I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.”

“Ango-san and Oda-san were really nice so I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“And what about the last one? Dazai was it?”

“I don’t know how to describe him? He was a bit weird but I’m sure he’s not that bad.”

“Chuuuuu - yaaaaa ~ Guess what I’ve got !”

“If you’ve stolen one of my hat again, I swear I’ll destroy your annoying face.”

“Such a violent chibi… Why would I want one of your ugly hat anyway apart from burning them? No, no, I have something much more interesting.”

“I don’t want to know.”

Chuuya kept sending his fists into the punching ball, imagining with pleasure it was his partner’s face instead of leather.

The other kept looking at him with shiny and expectant eyes. The bastard could have almost been convincing.

Minutes went away and he quickly grew tired of the other’s presence.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Like a magician very proud of himself, Dazai produced a rectangular object (a book, his mind quickly supplied) from his sleeve.

“Guess who just got a signed copy from your favourite author?”

“Don’t lie, bastard, Tsukishiro-sensei doesn’t participate to book signings.”

“You instantly knew who I was talking about. Chuuya has a celebrity crush.” Dazai singsonged. “How embarrassing.”

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t, I just respect his job.”

Paying attention to such a dumbass would only result in a lowering of his IQ, Chuuya decided, no need to give him more attention. He went back to his training.

It had been a year since he had joined the Port mafia and he was pleased to see his strength and endurance had significantly increased. Probably a consequence of a good diet and a direct access to necessities such as medicines. In opposition to the mackerel, his physical strength could rival anyone and he was decided to keep it that way.

Don’t adopt a pattern while fighting, if you can think about it so can your enemy. You must be as impredictible as possible. Be -

A soft whistling interrupted his thoughts.

“Why the hell are you still here, fucktard?”

“Chuuya hasn’t looked at what I wanted to show him.”

“And I won’t.”

He tried to focus once again.

Dazai wouldn’t stay stil for so long if he didn’t have a real way to annoy him. Just like a worm in a fruit, the thought that - maybe - his meeting with Tsukishiro could be real invaded his mind.

He bit his lip. No way in hell would he give him the satisfaction of -

“Did you really get a signed copy?”

Dazai nodded. “There are even small annotations in it, it’s really cute.”

“Did you steal it?”

“Wow, even for a slug you’re really slow. I told you I met him yesterday.”

“No way in hell am I believing you.”

“If you don’t, ask to Ango and Odasaku they were with me.”

Now that was interesting. Oda Sakunosuke often followed Dazai’s shenanigans without even noticing but Prof Specs didn’t. The guy was far too stuck up. Chuuya even doubted he knew what a joke was.

“Give me Sakaguchi’s number.”

“As you wish ~”

He quickly dialed it. “Sakaguchi Ango, how can I help you?” A very tired voice answered.

Did the guy even sleep?

“Hey, prof Specs, I just wanted to know something.”

“Nakahara-kun, let me guess, Dazai-kun told you about our meeting with Tsukishiro-san.”

“He did, that’s bullshit, right?”

“Not at all. I was as surprised as you are - for such a young kid to be a writer - but yes, we did meet him.”

“Understood, thanks.”

Behind him, he could hear Dazai snort as he hanged up.

That’s all that was needed for him to explode.

“Why the hell did it have to be you !? I hope you didn’t bother - nevermind, it‘s you, of course you bothered him.”

“How mean. I acted like a perfect gentleman, look, he only wrote nice things : “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Dazai-san. I hope we’ll meet again soon.”’

“That’s bullshit.”

“How mean, if you keep acting that way I won’t introduce you to each other.”

“Do you think I care ?” He yelled.

“O I think you do. That’s why I’m going to milk this situation for all it’s worth.” The asshole smiled.

“Try it if you dare, I’ll fucking punch you in the face.”

“As if you can. Chibi is far too predictable.”

“Let’s see if you still think after I sent you in a wall.”

“I’m so sca-”

Before Dazai could give his usual snarky answer, Chuuya jumped toward him, ready to turn his threats into actions.

In a quick step to the side, Dazai managed to avoid him.

It only resulted in a broken wall.

“You’re such a violent little dwarf.”

“Shut the fuck up !”

“Make me.”

“Well if you’re asking for-”

“WHAT DO YOU BOTH THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

A beautiful almost ethereal woman entered the training in furious steps. Her face as red with anger as her kimono.

“Ane-san, he started it !”

“What ? Already having memory troubles at your age. It’s obviously your fault, slug.”

“I’m not the one who bro-”

“Stop acting like children right now ! I want you to clean this mess and this place better be in a perfect place when I come back. Am I being clear?”

“I’m an executive, you can’t give me orders anymore, Ane-san.”

“I have a meeting to attend to, Ane-san.”

“I said : Am I clear?” She repeated, the usual glow which usually announced Golden Demon’s apparition all around her.

Dazai and Chuuya, being the brave soul they were, both reacted as they usually did in this kind of situation.

“Yes, Ane-san.” They chorused.

“That’s what I thought. Start cleaning.”

After two hours of work, Atsushi walked home a bag full of exercises to do for their next meeting. His brain was fuzzy in the best way possible. For a kid who had never been to a real school, this situation could almost be called heavenly.

His thoughts were interrupted by big drops on his face. It was still raining a lot and the bad weather had even gained in intensity. On his way, he crossed the shopping arcade. Because of the meteorological conditions, there was hardly anyone here. A strange mist had even started to spread all around. Clap.

Clap.

The sound of expensive shoes touching the ground.

Atsushi turned back.

No one…

Yet he could smell it. A sweet but metallic scent which spread like a toxic cloud. Where did the smell of blood come from?

He kept walking, his footsteps faster despite his tentative to remain calm.

I’m being paranoid, there is no one. Just breathe.

A soft chuckle.

He looked behind him but still nothing. What…

He froze.

A few meters away stood a man he had never seen before with long white hair and red eyes.

“So I have finally found you.” It was but a mere whisper yet still hit him like a thunderclap.

The beast inside of him ordered him to run away but his body no longer obeyed him. It was only when the man was so close he could almost distinguish his teeth, that energy suddenly came back to him.

He had a distinguishable expression of pure bliss on his face. As if seeing Atsushi was the single greatest event of his life. Like he couldn’t wait to destroy him.

It was all he needed to get the control of his body back.

He ran.

His hands still reeking of cleaning products, Dazai Osamu stood in front of his boss’ office. Washing the training area had been quite an annoying task especially with Chuuya trying to drop water on him every second.

“You can come in, Dazai-kun.” A sickeningly sweet voice announced.

To anyone who didn’t know his owner, it almost could have passed for a caring father’s tone. However, it was a widely known fact that monsters didn’t have emotions.

Dazai knew it from first-hand experience.

He went in.

“You wanted to see me, Boss.”

“Thank you for coming so quickly.” As if he had the choice. “A rather… concerning fact came to my attention not too long ago.”

“Is it about Kinoshita Kin’s health?”

“Indeed, one of my spies informed him he had met an unfortunate end.”  

Kinoshita had been one of the most well-known ability user of Yokohama. Not because of his power but thanks to his fortune. The man was so rich it literally made salivate all gangs which were desperate to develop.

“They’ll want to get the hand on his money.”

“Glad you understand, Dazai-kun. I hope you know what it means.”

So much money would lead organisations on the warpath. It would eventually disturb the Port mafia’s business which they couldn’t allow.

“I’ll make sure my subordinates are ready to act when things start heating up.”

“It should be fine, I tasked the Colonel to take care of it but you never know what might happen so be ready, Dazai-kun. I also want you to take Chuuya-kun in your team for the time being, you’ll have to work together if things don’t go our way.”

Damn it. Why was this slug everywhere?

The colonel, a codename given to an executive who had once been part of the military, was known as one of the most powerful ability user (apart from the gremlin) so it should be fine. Why did he have to bother with Chuuya for the timebeing?

“Understood, Boss.”

“Don’t make such a debjected face, Chuuya-kun and you get along so well !”

They obviously had quite a different definition of the expression “get along” but whatever.

“I’ll go back to my duties then.”

“So soon. Don’t leave, Dazai-kun ! Elise-chan went to see Kouyou-kun and I’m so lonely right now.”

“I’m sorry to hear it but I have work.”

“So go take care of it and have a nice day !”

“I will, boss.”

He’ll never understand why Mori insisted on keeping his amiable mask in front of him.

Atsushi was franctically looking for his phone.

The man was still following him, he could feel it.  Although his silhouette had faded, his dark obsessive presence hadn’t. The tiger jostled in his mind, ordering him to let him gain control.

His phone seemed to have transformed into water. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t grab it.

Finally, with a shaky sob he managed to catch it.

He quickly opened it and called the first number he found. The only ones were from people he knew he could trust : Kunidika, his grandmother and …

“Nakajima, what’s wrong?”

He had totally forgotten about Oda-san.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to call-”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. Did you need anything?”

He quickly bit back the sob who desperately wanted to split his throat apart. He didn’t want to worry the adult.

“Tell me where you are. I’m coming.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Nakajima. Tell me where you are.”

“Oniyuri street. In the alley close to the clothes shop.”

“I’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Th- Thank you.”

Why was he so nice toward him ? He didn’t deserve it.

An awful, insidious feeling grew in his stomach. The mist kept coming closer from him like tendrils. A relentless predator who wouldn’t leave him alone no matter what.

Flashbacks from the orphanage resurfaced.

Don’t let anyone touch you, it’ll only lead to pain.

He sank into the alleyway.

His heart beat loudly in his ears. The pressure was unbearable. As if every part of his body wanted to break his skin. He couldn’t even feel his tears fall out his eyes.

Hands suddenly grabbed his arms.

On instinct, he kicked the one who had caught him. His eyes jolted upside.

“It’s me, Nakajima.”

“O-Oda-san. I’m so sorry.”

God, he really was pathetic, wasn’t he? Panicking for nothing and kicking the one he had called for help.

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. Can you stand?”

His legs shook like those of a crazy puppet. No doubt he’d fall if he even tried.

“Stay still. I’m going to help you.”

As careful as possible, he carried Atsushi almost cradling him.

Why are his hands so warm? Atsushi wondered, his mind fuzzy.

“I’m going to bring you to your flat. Can you tell me where it is?”

Atsushi nodded.

Oda’s face was contorted with worry. So he sometimes did give up his cold expression.

A hand softly parted away the sweaty bangs stuck to his face.

“Everything will be alright.”

“Thank you.”

No one had ever touched him in such a kind manner. He both wanted to run away and to never let go.

As Oda went out of the alleyway, carrying the young kid as carefully as he could, his eyes moved to the muddy ground. The rain had washed every trace of people’s move yet…

Footprints stood in front of him. Far too big to belong to a kid and too unfamiliar to be his. Far too recent since they had barely started fading.  

Someone was here.