#atsushi nakajima oneshot

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Making Out With S/O To Hide On A Mission

Atsushi Nakajima X Reader Osamu Dazai X Reader Ryunnosuke Akatagawa X Reader

Requested: @ghostlyintervention

Request: Hi! I really liked your jealous with bsd boys! Could you maybe do Atsushi, Dazai, Akutagawa and whoever else you want having to pretend to make out with their partner on a mission while they were running from guards or something? Thank you so much have a great day (❃•̤ॢᗜ•̤ॢ)✲*｡♡

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅 His face was bright red when you suggested a quick way that you could hide from the people chasing you. 🐅 His eyes drifting to your lips as his cheeks turn red and then he catches himself as he tries to look anywhere but you. 🐅 As you step closer to him, he looks for any way to escape the situation. Atsushi rambles out suggestions of other things that you can do to hide. 🐅 You’ll be the one that ends up connecting your lips because he’s too busy backing away from you to realise that his back was pressed against the wall and he has nowhere else to go.

You leaned over your hands resting on your knees as you tried to catch your breath, the job had gone sideways, you glanced over at Atsushi who seemed far better off than you “we can’t keep running like this… I mean you probably could but I really can’t.” You informed him and he looked at you. “What should we do?” He asked. “I-” You glanced behind him and saw the people who were looking for you. “Don’t turn around but they're behind us… We need to think of something quick.” “Umm.” He looked around. You looked around but the only thing that was close enough was him, then an idea popped into your head, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he looked down at you and frowned. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to kiss you.” You explained. “What!? Wait! There’s a stall over there, maybe there something-” “We don’t have time ‘Sushi, it’s alright just relax, I’m your girlfriend you're allowed to kiss me.” You reminded him as you pulled him closer. “But everyone will see.” He mumbled hands now resting on your waist as his eyes looked around. “That’s the point.” You smiled as you leaned closer “people tend to look away when people are being lovey dovey.” You started walking him backwards, his back hit the wall and he flinched, you looked at him and smiled as you leaned up on your tippy toes and brushed your lips against his “do you want to kiss me?” “O-of course.” You stuttered out. “Good.” You pressed your lips against his, your arms tightening around his neck, his hands squeezed at your waist as you smiled into the kiss and pulled away. “They're gone.” Atsushi mumbled. “Told you it would work.” You winked. “We should get back.” He said taking your hand and heading back to the ADA office to regroup and think of a new plan.

Osamu Dazai

🩹 This was 100% his first and only idea , he takes no other suggestion and has crowded you against the wall to carry out his plan. 🩹 He’s likely not even going to tell you what’s going on, you're going to have to put those pieces together on your own. 🩹 Dazai is very aware of everyone around you, so he definitely saw the people that you were hiding from first and more than likely covered your view of them so that if someone was seen it would only be him. 🩹 You can try and push him away but Dazai always does what he wants, he just leans in closer as he laughs at you.

Dazai saw the guards walking around the room, he knew that you’d both be noticed in no time, people knew Dazai, it would only take a few minutes for them to realise why you were both there , he placed his hands on your waist and guided you backwards until you back pressed against the wall of the large ballroom, he had been looking at you all night thinking about how beautiful you looked and how much he wanted to tell you. “Dazai what are you doing?” You asked as you glanced around the room, he caught your chin to stop you from looking around too much, he drew his attention back to him. “You look beautiful.” He said softly as he leaned closer, crowding your space and covering you from view. “You clean up well but we have a mission to finish you need to focus.” You reminded him and he smiled. “I’m focused.” He smirked as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Dazai.” You warned as you tried to push him away, he just leaned closer and nudged at your jaw pressing soft kisses there and knocked you face up so that he could connect your lips, you should have pulled away but you really couldn’t bring yourself to. Dazai realised that you weren’t pushing him away and he wrapped an arm around you and deepened the kiss, his other arm bracketing your face, when he pulled away he glanced behind him seeing the guards walking away and he smiled. “What the hell!?” “The guards.” He answered. “There were other ways that he could have dealt with that.” You argued teeth catching your bottom lip. “This one is more fun.” He answered his hand coming up to pull your lip from your teeth as he leaned in again, you placed your index finger over his lips to stop him from connecting your lips again. “We have a job to finish, once it’s done then you have as many kisses as you want.” You told him as you looked around the room. “You promise?” He asked with a smirk on his face. “Let’s get going.” You ordered.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

🧥 Akutagawa was more than happy to get rid of the people following you but Mori needed them alive so you needed to find a way to lose them before heading back to the base. 🧥 Both of you think of the same thing at the same time, you're the one to say it out loud though. 🧥 He won’t disagree but there’s no agreement either, if you want to execute this plan then you’ll have to be the one to initiate the kiss. 🧥 That being said the moment that your lips connect with his he makes it as believable as possible and you're the one left breathless at the end.

You groaned as you glanced behind you and saw that they were still following you “they’re still there.” You said as you turned back around leading him towards a secluded park bench. “Remind me again why we can’t kill them?” He asked. “Mori wants them alive, remember?” You asked as he sat on the bench with a soft cough as the only indication that he was even still there. “Well then what do we do to get them to go away?” He asked “We need to get back.” You both looked at each other, you had taken a place in front of him, you both seemed to have the same idea at the same time when he looked at you, there weren’t that many people around so Akatagawa was more open to the idea but he didn’t move as he looked at you. “It’s your plan, you execute it.” He ordered and you looked at him and rolled your eyes as you moved closer nudging his legs apart so that you could get closer, you knee rested on the edge of the bench as his eyes shifted behind you, you could see a slight pinkness dusting his cheeks. “You flustered?” You asked as you leaned closer, his eyes moved back to you as they narrowed. “Of course not.” He answered eyes closing and he looked at you now refusing to look anywhere but your face. “Are you?” “Me? Do I look flustered?” You asked leaning closer. “Tch.” He grunted as he reached up and pulled you closer by your chin “last chance before I find some other way to get rid of them.” You leaned forward and connected your lips, you closed your eyes pressing closer to him as he supported you, you finally pulled away after a moment and he almost chased after you. “I think they’re gone.” “Good.” You mumbled as you stood back up, you turned to figure out the quickest way back to the base, you felt him behind you as he stood up. “We should get back, I want this mission to be over.” He said. “Aww you don’t like kissing me in the middle of the park?” You asked pouting. “I prefer the privacy of our apartment.” He answered honestly “maybe when we get back I can show you.” Your eyes widened as you looked at him, he smirked as he walked past you pulling you with him as he headed back towards the base.

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[eelfishez]

Dont Hug Me I'm.... A Stray Dog?

[sapphic-serenade]

Selfish

pairing: Atsushi x AFAB!cat!reader plot: You ask Atsushi to leave work early to help satiate your heat, and he does just that. word count: 2.2k contains: Reader has a cat ability similar to Atsushi's, reader and Atsushi are both in heat, reader and Atsushi are both using their abilities, established relationship, missionary, mating press, biting, tit sucking, unprotected sex, possessiveness, breeding kink, probably a lot of inaccuracies (virgin moment, sry), lmk if I missed anything a/n: Well well well my first one! I hope you guys enjoy it~ feedback is appreciated and encouraged!

Atsushi would never want to admit this, just because of how terrible it sounded, but he was being selfish. So, so selfish, but also so selfless at once.

He did what he always did when he had to leave for work before you'd woken up- plant a small kiss on your forehead, leave a small note on the table, grab his pre-packed lunch that you'd prepared the previous night and leave. Yet, he felt off. Everything at the Agency was business as usual too—his coworkers, the clients, even down to the workload—still, he couldn't shake off the physical discomfort he was experiencing.

Atsushi knew it probably wasn't the best idea to try and go to work during his heat, especially since you were also going through it at the same time, but neglecting what he considered to be one of his moral duties just felt scummy, especially for the sake of his own lust.

Still, he was having a hard time. Though he knew that his job was an important one that absolutely demanded his full attention, the memory of your sleeping figure lingered in the back of his mind. The sweet scent that hung around your almost-nude, warm body, plastered in a thin sheen of sweat...the simple thought was enough to make him hard within seconds. He'd barely even held back from waking you up to have a quick round of morning sex before work.

He thought it would be best for the both of you if he tried to stave off his urges until he got home, difficult as it may have been. Unfortunately, nature doesn't quite like when you go against it so brazenly.

At home, you were curled up in bed, feeling lonely as ever. Your libido was through the roof, and yet you couldn't do a single thing about it. Your fingers, while being an adequate option at any other time of the month, certainly wouldn't be able to get you through your heat. You needed your partner; needed him to plunge his cock as deep into you as it could go and fuck you senseless until you were full with his seed. Atsushi's scent hung on the sheets on his side of the bed, and you rolled over to cuddle his pillow. You were hot, unbearably so, and all you could think about was Atsushi. You felt like you'd die if you weren't stuffed with his cum soon.

Panting heavily, eyes tearing up, you reached over to grab your phone from your bedside table, your clammy hand almost dropping it on the ground. Clenching your teeth, you opened messages and scrolled to Atsushi's contact.

You almost hesitated to text him. Would making him leave work just to come and fuck you be selfish? At the very least, anybody else would deem it unnecessary. But they weren't writhing in their beds, naked and yet sweltering, feeling like they could burst at any moment. They didn't have any abilities that only exacerbated the discomfort, making them even more sensitive to sound and touch. They didn't know what Atsushi was capable of.

Biting your lip, you clumsily typed in three simple words and pressed 'send'.

Atsushi, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, pulled it out and saw the singular notification.

i need you

Atsushi, in what would have certainly been considered unusual by everyone else, stood up without a word and made his way to the door, taking nothing and nobody else with him. It was as if he couldn't hear the objections of everyone else, or even the simple 'Where are you going's.

He was probably gonna get in trouble for it, but he'd long since tuned out any common sense by that point in favour of thinking about you and you alone.

This was selfish of him. Though he knew that coming home and having sex with you would undeniably make you feel better, it was ultimately for himself that he'd left work that day. He craved the feeling of your welcoming, wet pussy far too much, wanting nothing more than to completely fill you to the brim. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

The trip wasn't far, thank god. Atsushi didn't even take the time to remove his shoes when he got home, instead pulling them off haphazardly on the way to your shared bedroom.

When he soon burst through the door and laid eyes on you, he could have came right then and there.

You were stark naked in bed, desperately rutting against his pillow as soft whimpers left your mouth. Your feline ears and tail were on full display, twitching as if you were about to explode from the discomfort. Your red face was half buried in the blanket, your fangs sinking into the material like a teething toy as your catlike eyes were slightly glazed over beneath furrowed brows. When they saw him, you lifted your head and let out a small mewl.

"Atsushi..." you wailed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I'm sorry-"

"Y/N," he choked out, before shaking his head and approaching you. "Don't be sorry."

"I just...ngh-"

"I'm here, baby," he huffed as he yanked at his tie, climbing onto the bed. "I'm here now."

"'Sushi..." you whined, rolling over and exposing your sore, swollen tits to him. “I need you…”

"I- god, I need you too-" Atsushi hurriedly replied, crawling so that he was hovering over you. He immediately smashed his lips onto yours and your arms wrapped around his neck, effectively keeping your faces trapped together. You quickly parted your lips, allowing his tongue inside your mouth, and already you felt as if you could cum from his hungry, possessive kisses.

Atsushi finally pulled off his tie, and the pair of you hastily unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, pulling them all off until he was only clad in his underwear. His erection wasn't at all hidden, especially not when Atsushi grinded it against your wet cunt as he kissed you. The friction of the now-wet fabric made you whine into the kiss.

"C'mon, Atsushi..." you murmured, reaching down to grab the waistband of his underwear. "Please fuck me."

When you opened your eyes, you were met with Atsushi's golden, tiger ones staring back at you. His ears, tail, claws and fangs had appeared too, making him appear larger as he hovered above you. Atsushi obliged, helping you pull down his underwear so his cock sprung free, before tossing them somewhere across the room. You took his already-leaking dick in your hand, earning a hiss from your partner, and pumped it a couple of times. The tip was red and would have been very sensitive, but you didn't have time to tease him today. You just wanted him inside you as soon as possible.

Atsushi pulled back so that he was perched in between your thighs, and lined up his cock with your entrance. He prodded your pussy with his tip, gathering some of your slick, before looking into your eyes.

"Are you ready?" His grip on your hips tightened slightly.

"Yeah," you nodded, swallowing. "Please..."

You both let out loud moans as he finally sank into you, your wetness acting as a more-than-adequate lubricant. Atsushi did his best to savour the moment, slowly pushing his cock deeper, but the feeling of your pussy clenching him was too much to bear. You wailed as he bottomed out, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins and leaving you shaky already.

Atsushi wasted no time, pulling all except his tip out and then slamming back into you. Your apartment wasn't a big and nice one, so your walls weren't exactly soundproof, but your judgement was too clouded to worry about the repercussions of your loud, borderline pornographic screams.

It was messy. Your kisses were sloppy, sweaty bodies colliding against each other in the most passionate round of sex the two of you had had in a long time. It was always like that during your heats. Your claws dug into Atsushi's back, scratching at his skin, struggling to keep a steady hold. His hands had an iron grip on your waist, leaving little red marks in your soft skin.

"'Sushi- shit-" you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillow, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Ah, so good!"

"Yeah? You—fuck—you like that, beautiful?" He breathed, his eyes locked on your gratified, fucked-out face.

"Please, more!" You managed to gasp in response. "Want more...!"

Atsushi's mouth made its way down your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses and love bites all across your collarbones and shoulders. He focused especially on your sensitive areas, fangs grazing over your sweet spots before burying into your skin. You moaned and whimpered with each new marking he gave you, making his dick twitch inside of you.

"Mm, so fuckin' gorgeous, baby..." he muttered against your skin, "Gorgeous, and all mine, yeah?"

Usually Atsushi didn't talk like this, his tone being more gentle and less vulgar, but he simply couldn't help himself. Not as he watched the bites that he gave you blossom into pretty little hickeys, marks that indicated that you were his, and he was yours. He increased his speed.

"Yeah- ah- all yours, babe-" you were interrupted by another bite, which made you cry out in pain and pleasure. The combination of feelings felt amazing, and you found it getting increasingly harder to talk properly. You reached a hand up behind one of his tiger ears, dragging your claws over the area. You felt Atsushi's body tremble above you for barely a second before he hissed.

"Fuck, Atsushi, give it all to me," you moaned through his thrusts, "Gimme a whole litter, c'mon..."

It was as if something inside him snapped. It wasn't that he didn't like the idea, but rather that he might have liked it a little too much.

Before you knew it, your body was folded in half as Atsushi's cock prodded against your cervix, making you see stars. He was so deep, hitting all of the most pleasurable spots that nobody else would ever reach. His clawed hands pinned your ankles next to your head as he thrusted at an inhumane speed, courtesy of his ability. You couldn't contain your wails, barely able to form any coherent thoughts let alone speak.

"'Sushi-!" you babbled over and over in unison with the headboard slamming against the wall. Atsushi leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it. The pleasure was almost too much for your body to handle, and you could feel yourself getting close. "Right fucking there, yes...!"

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he lifted his head, his lips connected to your breast with a thin string of saliva. "Gonna fill you with my cubs, make us a family..."

You merely moaned in response, as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tightening further and further, until it finally snapped.

You didn't breathe for a moment as your orgasm washed over your entire being, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think you'd ever felt so good before. From your cunt all the way to your fingertips and toes, the electric feeling rushed through you, making you writhe and gasp in pure satisfaction. Atsushi continued to relentlessly pound into you, and you could tell as you rode through your high that he was getting close too.

A few intense seconds passed by before he let out a guttural grunt and you felt his warm load shoot deep into you, painting your walls white. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, buried as far as it could fit, and he let out a raspy moan at the sensation.

"Ah, god, Y/N..." he whispered, as he slowly thrusted a couple more times, shooting out more cum before calming down from his own high. "Did so good f'me, baby..."

"Mmh..." Atsushi slowly helped you lower down your legs, but not before pressing a few sneaky kisses to your calves. He didn't pull out, not wanting his cum to spill out of your hole, but instead tilted his head back and let out a long sigh.

"Gonna stay inside, okay?" He asked, and you nodded. With the little strength you had left, you reached up and caressed his jaw with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry I made you leave work early."

"Hm?" He glanced down at you, taking your hand in his own. "Don't be- this was so worth leaving work for."

You chuckled at his words.

"Thanks, Atsushi, for this. I love you so much, you know that?"

With a smile, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. His fingers softly brushed over your stomach.

"I love you too." Atsushi breathed, his voice lighter than air. Feeling his breath fan against your swollen lips, you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

"Do you..." you paused for a moment. "Do you actually think that it took, just now?" Atsushi raised an eyebrow at your question, before his lip curled up.

"I don't know. Maybe, just in case..." he cut himself off by kissing you again, and you then noticed his cock inside of you, hardening once more. You smiled into the kiss, knowing that the two of you were gonna be there for a while.

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「"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ?!"」

Scenario:- “May I please. Have some headcanons of possessive bf atsushi”(@diagonal-queen)

Pairing(s):- Atsushi x gn! Reader (romantic) | akutagawa x gn!reader (platonic)

Genre:- fluff?/crack? Idrk….

Type:- oneshot

W/c:-1.22k

A/N:-HIYA! Here’s a little atsushi oneshot requested by our favorite queen @diagonal-queen!atsushi is a little ooc i think? And also i hc that aku would be a genuinely sweet person outside of the mafia🥲.sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!

Hmm okay this is an interesting one.

First of all I don’t think atsushi would be possessive…he knows he doesn’t ‘own’ you and that youre ur own person.

Does he get insecure and ask for reassurance later? Very much so.

But there is one person I see him being possessive around.just one!

Can you guess who?

If you guessed our resident emo boy aquaduct,then you my friend are correct~

Let’s set the scene shall we~

For unspecified reasons,atsushi is told he has to partner up with akutagawa.okay fine.he’s used to the coat clad carpetmuncher so he knows he can handle it.

What makes him suddenly not want to go through with it is dazai telling him that you’d be accompanying them too-

“BUT DAZAI WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO GO?! IM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING THIS JOB ON MY OWN!”

“’Sushi it’s fine I don’t mi-”

“now now,y/n’s ability might be useful that’s the only reason we’re letting them accompany you.”

“BUT I-”

You place your hand on his arm and squeezy it lightly to reassure him that its okay.

He begrudgingly sighs and accepts that you’ll be hanging around akutagawa for the entirety of this mission

He’s actually nervous…

You were a naturally chatty and curious person…what if you triggered akutagawa to use rashoumon?! What if he hurt you???!!!

Noticing his glazed over eyes and nervous expression,you kiss him on his cheek to bring him out of his head and back to earth.

“’sushi,it’s fine.dont worry I’ll be fine.i can hold my own.i promise” you smile up at him (or down or directly at depending on ur height~)

And he relaxes.

You’ll be fine…it’s fine!

-skip to while youre on the actual mission-

He was wrong! He was SO wrong!

The moment he sees akutagawa he pushes you behind him and stands between you two.

But nothing could have prepared him for what came next-

“RYUU???????”

“y/n?”

“WAIT YOU KNOW EACHOTHER?!”

*Cue shook and confused tiger boi*

“Oh yeahh I met his sister at the Laundromat the other day and we just became friends by default ig?”

“0_0”

“it’s not that difficult of an idea to comprehend,weretiger.are you truly that daft?”

BOI IS SO MUCH MORE INSECURE NOW THAT HE KNOWS U AND AKU ARE ACTUALLY FRIENDS AND SEEM QUITE CLOSE?????

I MEAN YALL ARE ON A NICKNAME BASIS NOW??!

AND BY AKUTAGAWA’S STANDARDS THAT’S PRETTY CLOSE….

“but y/n…he’s a criminal! HE’S FROM THE MAFIA!”

“I didn’t know that ‘sushi :’) I just thought they were two nice people….and honestly ryuu isn’t all that bad…”

“DON’T CALL HIM THAT! HE MIGHT KILL YOU!”

“don’t be foolish weretiger.i would do no such thing,for unlike you,y/n is an actually tolerable human bein.now if it’s someone’s death you wish to witness I can gladly make arrangements. *cue the activation of rashoumon*”

You:- !!!!!

“umm no no.thats not what he meant ryuu…put rashoumon back…. Please?” you said, your hands on akutagawa’s chest trying to keep him as far away from atsushi as possible without actually using any force.

Atsushi :- o_0

No because what was that??? Why were you Touching him????!!

He was so confused tbhh

He was even more surprised when aku sighs,retracts rashoumon,gently takes your hands off of him and puts his hands in his pockets before turning on him heels and simply saying “fine.just come on.we have an objective to accomplish”

Atsushi’s jaw :- dropped

You:- skipping after the emo fella ,your fingers intertwined with your boyfriend’s.

Okay no why?what? huh????

He physically shakes his head to clear it from all his racing thoughts.

He took only one thing from that entire interaction; he could Not let akutagawa get anywhere Near you.at least not when he was around.and he most Certainly couldn’t let that man lay a single finger on you!

He stops walking causing you to do so too.

The ceasing of the sound of footsteps behind him causes akutagawa to also stop and turn back to face you.

“sushi? What’s wrong?”

He suddenly leans forward to kiss your nose,causing you to blush hard and simultaneously causing akutagawa to roll his eyes and keep walking.

  During the entire mission he keeps initiating little acts of pda,whether it was holding your hand,shoulder or wait or shielding you from whatever was around.atsushi did NOT let you be away from him for more than 5 milliseconds!

Akutagawa didn’t really care but when the time came where he needed to be beside you for even a second,maybe to say something or even if he had to move you away from an oncoming threat,atsushi would just spring in between the two of you and truth be told even you found it a little irritating…

Yes you loved your boyfriend and yes you would never cheat or leave him for someone,but this was getting ridiculous! You and akutagawa were just friends!

It really wasn’t as deep as atsushi felt it was…and besides,you were closest to gin…not ryunosuke!

So after the mission (thank God his little fit wasn’t detrimental to your overall success!) you pulled him aside and asked him what was up.

The look in your eyes was both pleading him to tell the truth and a little angry he wasn’t being honest outright.

And ofc,kitty boi caved.

How could he not?

He told you everything.how he felt weird for you knowing akutagawa and how close you seemed to be.

To which you sighed,cupped his cheek and told him clearly that you and he were nothing more than friends.and that you weren’t even that close to him.just his sister.

Atsushi exhaled at that and you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Akutagawa immediately looked away.

And when you were done you took atsushi’s hand and were about to go on your way until-

“just one one thing,”

“hmm-”

He pulled you in for a kiss,it was honestly perfect,and had it been a different time and place maybe things could have progressed but alas you were on a mission and not at home.

Nevertheless,as his lips captured yours,he pulled you in closer by the waist,and you leaned further into it.

About 5-10 seconds in akutagawa REALLY felt awkward and coughed….you were gonna miss your rendezvous point.

Once you both heard his cough,only you felt embarrassed,and when you tried to pull away he lightly bit your bottom,causing your eyes to widen.after which he released both you and your lip and just gave you a quick peck on the nose and his cute little smile.

You all ignored what had happened and even akutagawa didn’t seem to give a dam.

Atsushi actually looked kinda happy ngl,and ofc the entire way back he had his arm either around your waist or on the small of your back.

(when yall get home if he’s still feeling it mayhaps you end up with a little hickey two? Mayhaps😉)

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[chuuyrr]

Hello 👋 can we get a platonic! bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader where baby!Fushiguro is feeling mischievous one day pulls pranks on everyone -except Dazai because obviously he’s the favorite- maybe they finally find out it’s baby!Fushiguro because the last person she pranks is kunikida. For Kunikida she puts a spell on his desk that the moment he opens one drawer a crazy whole bunch of different butterflies come flying out and baby!Fushiguro is just dying with laughter. Ranpo most likely knew you were responsible for the pranks already but wanted to keep silent and watch. Then at the end baby!Fushiguro is sleeping in Dazai’s arms and she activates her ability to turn off gravity and obviously they can’t wake her up knowing that if they try to she’ll get grumpy.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader pranks the armed detective agency using chaos magic

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungo stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of scarlet witch's powers and abilities, extremely fluffy

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dog x child! reader (armed detective agency, but mostly dazai bc the favorite)

before you read: hi, in case you're new, you're megumi's younger half-sibling, and while you don't have cursed energy, you do have scarlet witch's powers and abilities! aside from that, as a special scarlet witch variant, you also have the ability to travel across the multiverse. how chaotic! furthermore, like your half-brother megumi, you are being cared for by gojo satoru, who also serves as your adoptive father. for more info, please see the masterlist.

as the harbinger of chaos that you were, and with reality-warping abilities far greater than any that exists in the world of gifted mafias and detectives, as well as your home world, the world of curses and cursed techniques—it was only natural for you to put your gift to use.

"[name]-chan!~" ranpo called your name.

ranpo, being the sharp detective that he was, noticed how you seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. in fact, you've been extra bubbly since you arrived in their universe.

"you seem to be in a good mood today," ranpo observed as he extended his hand to ruffle your [color]-hair locks as you sat on the seat next to him, swinging your legs back and forth.

"it's nothing!~" you exclaimed with a closed-eye smile, enjoying your uncle ranpo's head pat.

you and ranpo perked up, directing your gaze towards yosano, who was sitting on her desk and suddenly spit out her drink, completely taken aback—something that none of you were used to seeing given how cool and calm your auntie yosano was.

"yosano-sensei?" dazai questioned, blinking at the short-haired woman, "what's wrong?"

"someone swapped the wine in my locker into grape juice instead," yosano exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at the contents of the wine glass she had just filled, "damn.."

"oi, dazai, stop messing with yosano-sensei," kunikida said to the bandaged-man who was lounging at his desk, making a paper plane for you out of one of the report papers that was lying on his desk.

"ehh? that wasn't me, kunikida-kun," dazai exclaimed, a childish pout immediately appearing on his face in response to the accusation.

"really now?" kunikida questioned, raising his brow and placing a hand on his hip.

"yes, really! you're such a jerk, kunikida-kun!" dazai huffed, folding his arms across his chest, "i would never ever pull off such a thing to yosano-sensei because knowing myself, i would have done it to you instead!"

"WHY YOU—" kunikida was cut off.

fukuzawa had entered the office, covered in colorful confettis from head to toe, just as kunikida was about to grab dazai by the collar and strangle him alive with his bare hands.

ranpo's eyes widened as he tried to suppress a laugh and a smile, "p-president.."

"w-what happened to you?" naomi inquired, cupping her mouth to cover her own laugh.

"i supposedly had a box of rice buns in my office, but when i opened it... it was confetti instead," fukuzawa exclaimed, puzzled.

"that's so strange, president! the same thing happened to me earlier too, but instead of confetti, my packed gyudon turned into party streamers when i opened it," kenji raised his hand, completely unfazed and still smiling, "city life sure is exciting! you never know what happens next."

"are you sure it's not you, dazai-san?" atsushi asked as dazai handed you the paper plane he folded before he gasped and clutched his chest dramatically.

"atsushi-kun, how dare you! it wasn't me!" dazai exclaimed, motioning over you, who were still laughing and cheerfully swinging your legs as you waved the paper plane in the air with ranpo still behind your seat, "i'm playing with [name]-chan over here!"

"well, whoever is pranking us sure is good," sighed tanizaki, entering the office not long after fukuzawa with kyouka trailing behind him, "instead of confetti and streamers, powdered sugar exploded in my face!"

"i got ribbons in my hair..." kyouka muttered quietly, covering her face with her hands as her face flushed with embarrassment. Instead of flowers, kyouka's hair was adorned with ribbons.

"tanizaki-kun! kyouka-chan! oh, no! not you guys too!" atsushi's eyes widened at the sight of tanizaki being covered in powdered sugar and kyouka with ribbons in her hair.

after that, atsushi went over his own desk to find a tissue for tanizaki to wipe his face, but as soon as he found the box of tissues, something went wrong. as atsushi pulled a tissue, he noticed that it was connected to the others in the box by a chain or link, similar to a bunch of tied up handkerchiefs for a magic show.

"EHH?! THE TISSUES ARE TIED!" atsushi cried out, continuing to pull the tissues from the box.

"well, if it isn't dazai, who could it be?" kunikida sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked towards his desk.

"it's definitely not me. i'm hanging out with [name]-chan as well," ranpo shrugged, chuckling softly, "but this sure is entertaining to watch. that's nearly the entire armed detective agency members pranked."

you could hardly stop laughing at this point. ranpo's gaze was fixed on you as you played with the paper plane that dazai had given you, and he couldn't help but smile. even though ranpo knew what was going on with the agency today, he was letting it slide just this once.

kunikida approached his desk and opened his drawer, expecting to find papers and writing utensils presumably just to proceed with work despite the pranks that was being pulled off left and right, but instead found a swarm of butterflies—all sorts of colorful butterflies to be exact, the sight of which reminded him and everyone else of yosano's breathtaking thou shalt not die ability as he yelped and stumbled backwards in surprise.

with that, you burst out laughing, unable to hold back your laughter, and everyone in the office realized who was behind the pranks today—it was none other than the reality warping little witch they knew and loved.

"[name]-chan!" "[name]!" they all cried in unison.

"you prankster!" exclaimed dazai, extending a hand to pinch your cheek, which you simply giggled at.

"so, it was [name] all along," kunikida's lips graced into a smile as he sighed.

"of course it'd be [name]-chan, she's capable of warping reality in the blink of an eye. if it were dazai, it'd take him a long time to prank us one by one, unlike her, who can just cast spells or whatever without us even knowing," ranpo grinned as he looked at you.

"how did you do it, [name]? you had it planned, didn't you?" fukuzawa chuckled quietly, tilting his head and smiling softly.

you nodded in agreement, "and i did with my wiggly-woos magic at a molecular level!"

"chaos magic is truly a rivaled special ability," atsushi remarked, folding his arms across his chest, "[name]-chan got us good with it."

with everyone watching in awe, you lifted your index finger and using a red glow of psionics to transform the paper plane dazai folded you into a pretty blue monarch butterfly, "i'm glad i did because i've been practicing a lot, but the thing is uncle ranpo, i don't do spells. i've been told that reality can be whatever i want."

however, after using your wiggly-woos magic for that, you let out a yawn, prompting you to rub your eyes, which they undoubtedly thought was extremely adorable of you. in their eyes, you were a sleepy little kitten who had grown tired of playing all day.

"so cute!" both naomi and kirako squealed as they stared at you with a awestruck look.

"are you alright, [name]-chan?" dazai asked softly, noticing your suddenly sleepy state.

"mhm.. just sleepy.." you muttered quietly, yawning once more before giggling, "sorry.."

"well, except for ranpo-san and me, you pretty much pranked everyone with your wiggly-woos magic," dazai smiled at you, extending a hand to ruffle your hair, "that must have tired you out, right, [name]-chan?"

"i guess so.." you nodded drowsily in response.

"aww, come here sleepy little bella~"

with that, you made grabby hands towards dazai, indicating your want to be carried. dazai snatched you from your seat and drew you into his embrace, allowing your tiny figure to lean against him, your head against his shoulder, while you gripped the fabric of his brown coat.

dazai giggled at your sleepy and cuddly state, taking his hand to boop your nose, which you laughed at, but as soon as he started swaying gently, cradling you in his arms while humming a tune that seemed oddly familiar to the one that your adoptive father, gojo satoru, would hum to lull you to sleep, your eyes became heavier as you yawned more.

it wasn't long before you were dozed off in dazai's arms, all snuggled up in his embrace.

"[name]-chan fell asleep!" atsushi exclaimed quietly, a smile spreading across his face as he placed his hand on his lips, "how cute!"

"not only did she not prank dazai, but she chose to sleep with him instead of her uncle fukuzawa," tanizaki stated, shaking his head, "[name]-chan truly has favorites and it shows."

"and she didn't prank ranpo-san either," yosano sighed, chuckling softly, "talk about favorites."

"of course! it's only natural for [name]-chan to have me as her favorite. i'm her best uncle detective," ranpo smugly folded his arms across his chest before it faded into a pout, "but still, that makes me better than the boss, though i'm pretty sure the second favorite is that port mafia executive [name]-chan likes a lot."

"NOT THAT SLUG!" cried dazai all of a sudden in a comical and dramatic manner.

speaking of the "slug" with the ability to manipulate gravity, you whined softly in your sleep as dazai's raised voice prompted you to turn in your sleep.

"ah, sorry, [name]-chan! so sorry," dazai hushed you, apologizing and cradling you in his arms as he walked over to his desk and sat.

however, as dazai did, everything in the office began to glow red, alarming everyone. before anyone, including dazai, could react, all of the furniture, objects, and even themselves began to float upwards as if they had zero gravity as they became surrounded with the same red glow that was similar to nakahara chuuya when he makes use of his gravity manipulation.

"we're... floating," atsushi said, his arms spread wide as he tried, or more like struggled to balance himself in mid-air.

"even dazai-san is floating?" kyouka asked quietly, her gaze fixed on dazai, who was curled up slightly as he continued to cradle and hold your sleeping figure in his embrace despite floating in mid-air along with her and the others.

"for some reason, [name]-chan's chaos magic doesn't get nullified by dazai's," ranpo exclaimed, munching on a snack as he lay on his back in mid-air with an arm behind his head and a leg over his other, "it is most likely because [name]-chan's ability is counted as multiple abilities or simply because it is "magic," which conflicts with dazai's ability."

"that actually makes sense. [name]-chan is capable of more than just turning things into confetti, streamers, and butterflies. she can also travel across the multiverse, heal people, and most importantly," dazai exclaimed before stating his last sentence in a slightly disgusted tone, "control our gravity like that shrimp."

"oi, dazai, wake [name]-chan up! we still have work to do!" kunikida exclaimed, flailing his arms around in the air.

"you know i can't do that, kunikida-kun!" dazai replied back, his gaze narrowing slightly, "[name]-chan is going to get grumpy and throw a tantrum. don't you remember the last time?"

"dazai has a point, kunikida. we can't wake [name] up," fukuzawa cleared his throat, sweating as he remembered you crying and upset because they had woken you up. you were there up about it for nearly an hour, and it would have lasted longer if they hadn't brought you to the port mafia for chuuya or koyou to calm you down.

"well, floating around like this isn't so bad," yosano exclaimed, twirling around in mid-air before softly laughing, "it's pretty fun."

"yosano-sensei is right; this is relaxing as well!" kenji agreed, floating on his back with his limbs extended out, resembling a starfish.

"say, dazai, how long does [name] usually sleep?" kunikida sighed in defeat.

"hmm, [name]-chan usually sleeps for about an hour, but given how tired she is right now... i'd say more than an hour, kunikida-kun," dazai exclaimed, sweat dripping from his brow as he chuckled, motioning over to you drooling in your sleep, wetting his coat, but he continued to hold you and cradle you in his arms, patting your back.

"oh." was what all kunikida muttered back.

[ author's notes ! i was supposed post an angsty fic today, but didn't feel like it—so have some fluff instead :) i found myself enjoy writing this. it was just so cute <3 my heart is sooo full. anyway, i hope you liked it anon, and everyone who read this and made it this far. tysm for requesting hehe ! ]

[laroserie]

— character : Atsushi Nakajima - Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

— content : x gender neutral reader - polyamorous relationship between Atsushi, Akutagawa and Reader, reader is referred to as 'you'

— authors note : second writing for the second week of december - again publishing this on the deadline but it's fine ! hope you enjoy :)

— It was not surprising to learn that neither Akutagawa nor Atsushi ever did any of the typical holiday activities. It was expected, after all one was quite literally an orphan and the other … was Akutagawa. But as Christmas was coming, you thought 'why not have them experience it, this year ?'.

And it wasn't a bad idea, it was sweet and cute, maybe a bit cringe but who cared ? Well - Akutagawa did, you first tried to have them wear ugly Christmas sweaters that you had sew a few years back, Atsushi gladly accepted, he didn't care much that it was 'ugly', truthfully he found it somewhat cute.

But Akutagawa wasn't thrilled, when you handed him the sweater smiling and looking at him with hope filling you eyes and Atsushi next to you smiling too, - while wearing the sweat. He sighed and just said a simple 'no.'. A simple, cut and dry reject. He was not going to wear a stupid, ugly sweater.

Atsushi and you could beg him for decades, he still could not budge - or at least that's what he thought. Atsushi puppy eyes and you incessant whining, and preaching of holiday tradition made him break and he took, more like snatched, the sweater from yours hands and slides it on. But it wasn't without a few 'I will never wear this again.' and 'I can't believe I'm doing that'. He indeed, did that again, and maybe wore his sweater the most out of the three of you.

After the first step of your plan, 'Having Atsushi and Akutagawa experience the wonders of cringy stereotypical holiday shenanigans' was done, you decided to start the second one, which ultimately was one of the easiest one, simply watching those silly holiday movies while snuggling up in a ton of blankets.

You already did that, multiples time whenever your boyfriends schedules could permit it. It was just like a regular movie night, - expect with holiday ones !

And it was indeed easy, the hardest part was probably to listen to Atsushi and Akutagawa commentary about what the characters were doing and why it was stupid or bad or didn't make sense. But it wasn't that much.

What was really difficult was the third part of your so called 'plan'. Making gingerbread, not even a gingerbread house even if it was your plan at first, you realized quickly that making a gingerbread house with your two beloved could be probably impossible.

The two of them were not exactly great in the kitchen. One was very messy and ended up making a mess of everything and the other thought he knew better than the recipe itself.

It was fun to see them struggle and fuck everything up but having to be the one fix it up was a different story. Trying to stop Akutagawa from adding one too many eggs and telling Atsushi to be careful with the flour was energy draining. You couldn't complain much as you were aware of their kitchen related issues and still wanted to go with your plan.

At the end you all had fun - to some extent cleaning up everything was awful - and it was all that counted. And the gingerbread wasn't even that bad ! A bit too sugary, because Akutagawa insisted that there wasn't enough sugar in the mix but it was honestly okay.

And that make you come to the fourth and last step of your plan, decorating a Christmas tree, you took out of the attic your old Christmas tree as well as a box full of decorations and placed it in a corner of the living room in your shared flat. It a fun regular holiday activity that you thought could be very simple to execute, well wrong.

The two man had an interesting sense of decoration - Atsushi insisted on putting multiples bauble onto one singular branch of the tree and Akutagawa thought that intertwining multiples garland together. You didn't intervene or tried to change the way they decorated the tree but you couldn't help but ask if they were sure about it - to which they both answered 'yes'.

One thing they both agreed on what to put the star ornament at the top of the tree - probably because they saw it on multiples tree outside. And they gave you the honour of doing it, considering you were only watching them from the side while they worked on decorating the rest of the tree.

Once you finished putting up the ornament, you took a step back and looked at the tree, it was a overcrowded in some place and felt very messy but it was endearing.

[staar5384]

Dancing in the Rain-

An Osamu Dazai short fic

The day was pretty gloomy. Tiny raindrops dripped from the sky, collecting in murky puddles on the ground of the dirty street. The agency believed it was a nice day to stay inside, they had no jobs and they hadn’t spent much time together in a while. Atsushi was the one who suggested a little party, to celebrate all the good they had done.

While everyone was busy mingling and partying, you were sitting alone, staring at a book you had just recently bought. It’s not that you weren’t friends with everyone, in fact the others loved you, but you were more content with sitting quietly and enjoying the sounds of your friends having fun. Their laughter brought you joy, something that you could not verbally express, something you would never be able to verbally express.

You glanced around the room, watching as Atsushi was attempting to show Kyoka to dance, with Ranpo of course trying to one up him. He always needed to be better.

Kunikida and Akiko were in the corner talking, though what they were discussing was a mystery to you. Next to them was Kenji who was passed out on the floor after stuffing his face with everything he could fit.

Then there was Juun’ichirou and Naomi being… well whatever the hell they were. She was all over him as per usual and he was trying every single way to get her to back off. Obviously, it wasn’t working because she had basically glued herself to his hip.

You did another look over the room, then realized someone was missing. Dazai. You stood up, placing the book down on the chair you were sitting in.

Kunikida seemed to take notice of your urgency, looking at you with slight concern. “Are you alright? Did you sense something?” He was referring to your ability, which granted you heightened senses.

You shook your head, pointing at every member in the room. He looked confused, unsure of what you were trying to tell him. You huffed, reaching for your notebook and writing down on the paper.

Dazai is missing.

“Oh, yes, it appears that he is,” He said, not seeming to care all that much. “I’m sure he’s off somewhere attempting to kill himself. No need to be worried.”

You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“What? If you’re really that worried go look for him. I’m sure his dumbass is trapped in a river or barrel,” With that he turned his head back to Akiko, who simply stood there with a hideous grin on her face.

You sighed, walking out the door and skipping down the steps. Dazai was your closest friend. You and him had become incredibly close after he rescued you from the Port Mafia. He helped you control your ability, and gave you a voice when you couldn’t use your own. So, in turn, you vowed to keep that idiot alive, no matter what it took.

Once you made it outside, you regretted not grabbing an umbrella. The rain was pouring much harder than before, instantly soaking your white button up. You quickly made it under the cover of a shop building, looking around to try and find Dazai.

Luckily, he must have been nearby as you picked up on his footsteps, however the sound was faint, thanks to the cacophony of rain flooding your ears. You did your best to follow the sound, tracing it all the way to the river.

Dazai was leaning against the railing, his fluffy brown hair soaked, creating a blanket over his eyes. If he could see right now it would be a damn miracle.

You approached him, tapping his shoulder. He didn’t turn, just smiled a bit. “I had a feeling you’d come looking for me.” You nodded in response, though you doubted he could see it at all.

He spun around, giving you a good look at him. He was drenched, and he didn’t even seem to care. “Are you wondering what I’m doing out here and why I’m not out having fun with the others?” You nodded once more. “Well, I was hoping you and I could have a moment. Alone.”

Your face flushed, which then caused you to glance down at the ground, not wanting to meet his gaze. He chuckled, resting his hand on top of your head. “No need to get all flustered there.” This only made you more flustered. You knew he was doing it on purpose too.

He removes his hand from your head and takes a hold of your chin, carefully tipping your head up to face him. “Come on, look at me,” He smirked a bit, your heart fluttering in response.

He lets go, grabbing your hand. You looked at him, flustered and confused. “I want to dance with you,” He smiled, pulling your body against his. He stared down at you, watching for a reaction. Hesitantly, you looked up at him, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

He begins to sway, his hand making its way to your waist, only pulling you two closer together. Your face was hot, so hot that even the cool raindrops couldn’t get rid of the burning sensation.

Another look at him, and he wasn’t grinning or smirking anymore, he was smiling. “You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” He spun the two of you around. “I’ve wanted to know what it’s like to be this close to you,” He leaned his head down, his lips just barely touching yours. “Do you also want to know how it feels to be this close to me?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were frozen in time, your eyes trapped in his. You didn’t know what to do, or how to react. Of course this is what you wanted, you’ve wanted it for so long, but you struggled to respond.

He pulled back, resting his chin on the top of your head, holding you in a tight embrace. “Another time, perhaps,” He hummed softly, closing his eyes.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, continuing to sway to the melody of the rain.

[lovesicktemple]

Nakajima’s dismemberment song.

★﹒ Pairing: Atsushi Nakajima x reader

★﹒ Sypnosis : You could barely tell if the figure looming over you was your best friend Atsushi, or some lovesick maniac who felt that the only way to get to you, was to make you suffer.

★﹒ Warning : Gore, sharp objects, blood torture.

This is a very very VERY OOC Atsushi! I just came up with this while listening to a song, and i thought it would be funny if I wrote it with Atsushi isntead of Dazai or Fyodor— since it’s not everyday that you see a violent yandere Atsushi.

Atsushi’s always been so kind. Coming from a tough childhood, he naturally became rather soft.

He’d never wish the torture he went through upon anyone, especially not you.

You were his savior, his deity, his night in shining armor. He’d rather kill himself than ever lay a hand on you.

Atleast, that’s what he said

He said he’d always protect you— that he’d always be by your side no matter what.

Then why was he doing this? Why was he keeping you locked up? He always reassured you that this was for your own good, and that he loves you unconditionally! But it started to feel less like love, it was just a one-sided obsession.

You felt like a dove in a cage. Instead of flying and exploring the world like you were supposed to— you were mercilessly taken and locked behind thick metal bars. But in your case, they were handcuffs trapped to the bed frame.

From that day on, you were his.

He tried everything to make you reciprocate. Affection, cooking, romantic dates, spoiling you rotten, but you just wouldn’t comply. You were too focused on the fact that your best friend was your captor. Was this his twisted way of showing you that he cares for you? Taking you?

Atsushi became more impatient with time. His lovable and adorable personality faded, too. He grew irritated. It’s something you never expected from him.

Eventually, he went straight to the agency for help. Being rather vague about it, he asked how he could make someone reciprocate his feelings. Many different people gave him many different answers, but one certainly stuck with him.

"Chop off their limbs. That way, they’ll have to rely on you." Yosano smiled.

At first Atsushi was appalled by the suggestion. Hurting you was completely out of the question! No way in hell would that thought ever cross his mind. Surely the doctor was joking, right?

But he slowly began to actually consider it.

You were so ungrateful, it hurts. He was nothing but kind towards you! He wanted to show you nothing but love and appreciation. But nothing went through to you.

Atsushi cried in defeat. This was the only way. If you didn’t want to just love him already, he’ll do it the hard way. The one he swore he’d never do.

Pain.

Atsushi made his way to the brunette, Osamu. He stared at him and finally broke the silence.

"Dazai, if this isnt too much to ask, could you… please cover something up for me?"

"Eh? Depends on what.” Dazai grinned.

"Something I’ll never forgive myself for. Ever." He clenched his fist.

"Atsushi-kun?”

"Just! Please! It’s all I’m asking..! Please."

"Hm. Maybe."

How long has it been since you’ve been outside? The only thing you could do was look out a window. Atsushi wanted to prevent you from completely losing it— so he still gave you a view of the outside.

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. You quickly shot your head towards the door, hoping it was someone other than your kidnapper, but you were out of luck.

He ran towards you, tears in his eyes. He was frantically sobbing while repeating your name.

"I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!" He repeated.

He embraced you, tightly. Was he gonna let you go? Maybe he realized how insane he was being!

But that wasn’t it.

"Nakajima, what is it?” You questioned.

"I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I love you, please remember that."

He walked off to grab something, then hit you on the head with it. That was the first time he’s ever hurt you.

You woke up, your head pounding from the pain. You were stripped down to a metal bed. Beside you was Atsushi, looming over you.

"You’re awake! I was really scared.. and worried."

There was a long table accompanying him. He reached out for a knife and got uncomfortably close to your face. He was still shaking as his grip tightened on the utensil.

"Atsushi?"

He was still hesitating. He wiped away some of his tears.

"Atsushi, please. Don’t hurt me! You don’t have to do this. We can work this out-"

"No! I… already tried that. You wouldn’t listen. I.."

Atsushi backed up and pointed the knife towards your wrist.

"Maybe doing this will help." He quickly stabbed it into your wrist, panting. He look horrified. But then his expression turned blank

You screamed loudly, tears flooding down your cheeks. He covered your mouth with his free hand and pushed the knife further in, making a thrusting motion, trying to force the knife through your flesh and bones.

"Hold still, sweetheart." His frown turned into a grin.

Soon, your left hand was on the bed, blood rapidly pouring out. The weretiger was quick enough to patch it up and wrap bandages around the wound.

"I’m sorry." He mumbled.

He lifted up the knife again and harshly stabbed it into your other arm, earning another scream from you.

It felt horrible. All you could focus on was the aching pain in both arms. This wasn’t Atsushi. He would never hurt you like this.

He panted and took your other arm, patching it up. He was still sobbing. He coughed a little and moved onto your legs.

“ATSUSHI!” A distressed cry left your mouth. It startled the white haired male. “Please! Please, get Yosano! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, just stop hurting me, please! I beg of you!”

“I can’t back out now.” He growled. He then harshly shoved the knife into your knee, using all of his force to cut it off.

While screaming in pain, you heard faint footsteps coming from the hallway, with a familiar voice being there.

Was that.. Dazai?

“DAZAI! DAZAI!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

Atsushi shushed you by covering your mouth and putting his pointer finger on his lips.

“He’s my alibi. He’s not here to help you.” He lowered his hand and patched up your leg.

“This is the last one! Then I’m all done with you. You’ll love me after this. Please.. please just say you love me back!” He pulled your shirt, almost screaming at you. He was stressed out.

“I LOVE YOU! JUST PLEASE.. TAKE ME TO YOSANO!” You cried.

“..No. I’m not stopping now.” He sobbed and harshly stabbed the knife into your remaining limb. He quickly cut it off and patched up.

You were in so much pain. Atsushi untied you and cried into your shoulder. The guilt had finally gotten to him and he could do nothing but cry. You were too hurt to cry. You wanted to, but nothing came out.

The door opened and there stood Dazai. His eyes navigated towards you two. He walked over to you and grinned. He pat Atsushi on the back and comforted him.

“Don’t worry, Atsushi-kun. I’m sure they love you now!”

Dazai leaned closer to your face and pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t worry belladonna, I’m here for you.”

[irudowb]

Time Amongst Time

nakajima atsushi x reader

an: i got this idea from a tik tok lol

warnings: 18+ - smut, sex with feelings, swearing, kissing, fluff (kinda?), no use of y/n, other characters mentioned.

lowercase intented

seven months…

seven excruciating, long months since atsushi has seen you.

he's been away overseas with kenji, kyouka, and kunikida investigating some crooked ability user with a european group; atsushi can't pronounce the name. you were back at home, working tirelessly over paperwork. with four detectives gone it was nearly impossible to keep up with the amount of reports washing in. you had called atsushi one night nearly crying from the stress and lack of sleep.

and by god did it break his heart to hear you so defeated. you both missed each other so dearly, it was getting progressively more difficult to fall asleep at night. him even more so. while you at least could raid his closet for whatever you could get your hands on. atsushi was on a whole other continent. at least, he thought, he had your voice. due to the time difference it was quite hard to hold onto each other for long but he'd call you early in the morning whilst you were getting ready for bed, or you'd call him early preparing for work and he'd be eating dinner. it wasn't ideal, but you made it.

but finally, oh so finally, he's made it back home, quite late, he notes, and he's nothing but exhausted. kunikida drove the four of them to the agency saying it would be safer for them to debrief and drop their reports off before splitting up. as much as they all hated the idea, they knew it was for the better. all together, it had been no longer than fifteen minutes, ever greatful. kyouka bids atsushi goodnight after he lets her know he'd be going to your apartment.

taking the spare key from his bag he tries to surpress the giddy feeling washing over him. at this time, he probably thinks you're already asleep, but seeing your face in general is all he needs right now.

stepping in, your apartment is dark, but the quiet chatter from your T.V. envelops a large smile to atsushi's face. quietly, he shuts the door (locking it), and toes his shoes off. stalking down the hallway he peaks his head into your room, seeing you on your stomach scrolling mindlessly on your phone. he leans against your door frame, smiling dumbly, at you. his eyes flit to the T.V. to see some crime documentary.

"i always knew she was the killer." he says, only to make his appearance known.

you yelp from the bed, dropping your phone and quickly turning to the voice. he sees you freeze for a few seconds before he blinks and you're on him. "atsushi!"

you're hugging him so tight that any outsider wouldn't know where atsushi started and you ended. he chuckles hugging you back just as tight.

"hi, love."

you pull back slightly, to see his face, "you- i-, you-" you stutter out before crashing back against him. he laughs again, holding the back of your head, thumbing it affectionately, his other hand on your waist to keep you against him.

"me." he chuckles out.

again, you pull your head back to fully look at him. your hands encase his chin softly. "you weren't supposed to be back for another week."

he looks at you with so much love and adoration it could set the world alight. a smile never leaving his face. "we finished it early." he shrugs nonchalantly, humour dancing behind the love.

"what-!" whatever you were about to say, atsushi cuts off with his lips on yours. your hands quickly weave from his chin to the back of his neck, eagerly reciprocating. both hands on your waist try to tug and pull you closer to him.

your lips clash together before he nips your bottom lip, desperate you open your mouth for him. your tongues dance together, feeding off of one another.

you pull back slightly, smile widening as his body chases yours.

"please…" and who are you to deny such a pretty request.

you pull slightly from behind his neck, pulling him back into the room. swiftly getting the idea, he closes the door with one hand before it's back on you along with his lips. legs stepping between one another, you two finally reach the bed. gently laying you back, lips still on you, he thumbs the hem of your sleep shirt.

this isn't enough.

pushing his lips with yours, you sit up pulling your shirt off your body. laying you back down, hovering over you, his bare hands against your skin, exploring, mapping, memorizing all that he's missed. his lips trail from your lips to your cheek, down your jawline to your neck. he nips at it possessively while his hands grip your waist, nearly fisting the skin.

dizzily, panting, you grab the sides of his shirt trying to pull it from him. his lips leave you for no more than two seconds and his shirt is off of him, thrown haphazardly across the room. he'll find it later.

he pulls away from your neck, looking at you head on. both panting, faces flushed, he plants the softest kiss to your lips when his look from before returns. "i missed you."

you trap his face with your hands on his cheeks, smiling, you say in return, "i missed you too." and atsushi's heart explodes in his chest.

swallowing it back down, he places a hand on your stomach, firm and obsessive. dragging it down, his fingers slide along the hem of your pants. watching them, you release a low breath, heart skipping in your throat.

in turn, atsushi watches your face. something in the back of his mind begs him to take you right now, but a more prominent part wants to drag this out as long as he can before either of your burst.

"i thought about this, you know." his eyes are half-lidded when yours shoot back up. "so, so many times." he releases a shaky breath. "how you look, how you feel." his fingers breach past the hem of your pants, hovering over your heat before, oh so slowly, collecting your fluid on one finger. you let out a choked moan, eyes slipping closed, "god… how you sound. it nearly drove me crazy not having you with me."

one hand wraps around his wrist, while you bring the other one up to his cheek, opening your eyes you whine, "atsushi…"

"tell me…" he mouths at your throat, desperate to mark you up again, small fangs catching the skin gently. "did you think about this too?" how does he sound so innocent at a time like this?

he chooses now to slide his middle finger inside you, reaching places you could never in three months. you would've slammed your thighs together had his body not blocked the way. he smiles against your neck lovingly, though to you it feels mocking.

"c'mon, baby, you can tell me."

arching your back, your stomach meets his. gripping his forearm, you force your eyes open. "fuck…" your voice breathless and atsushi breathes it in all the same. "of course i did. how- mm, could i not?"

your body is racked with shivers as he adds a second finger, slowly pistoning into you, egging you on. "i- i thought about your hands…" interrupted by your own moan, atsushi exhales a laugh.

"only my hands?" experimentally, he lays his other hand on your stomach, dragging it up to your chest, moving it ghost over your breasts. this spurs on your next response.

"your voice, too. god, shit… it's stuck on me like glue." you laugh, albeit, a little breathless, but it gets out. "atsushi… please just talk to me."

atsushi nearly growls in return, his fingers picking up the pace, his free hand pulls your pants down to your ankles. the hand trails up from your ankle, to your knee, to your thigh, spreading them more, he makes himself comfortable in between.

"tell me what to do." it's a demand, but he already knows what to do.

"fuck, please, god just fuck me." he ignores it, curling his fingers at just the right time, your shoulders tense and hips shake.

"gotta make you cum first, yeah? can you gimme one?" he kisses softly against the skin of your abdomen. you shake your head, eyes tightly closed.

"no, no! please, i need to feel you." atsushi feels like he might burst. he adds a third finger quickly, shuddering a sob from you.

he noses the inside of your thigh, watching you intensely. "yes, you can. just let go for me."

he thrusts his fingers a few more times before your writhing underneath him, cumming with a broken cry.

"that's it."

you're vaguely aware of him quickly sitting up, removing his fingers, but before you have a chance to protest his, very hard, erection is covered to the base inside of you. when did he lose his pants? though, you can't begin to dwell on it as your orgasm continues, clamping down and locking him inside.

"fuck, that's my girl. good job." he kisses your cheek as a tear falls down it. limbs shaking, you reach up behind his neck and bring him down to your lips. you pull back, planting lazy kisses across his face, all you can reach. he brings a hand down to your thigh, adjusting it, somehow pushing himself deeper.

your head falls back against the sheets as he pulls out slowly, out to the very tip then agonizingly slow, pushing back in.

"god, i missed you." your hands are all over him, gripping as if he'd disappear right from your sight. you can't afford to lose this feeling, lose him now.

you roll your hips against him, desperate for more. he huffs a laugh, pushing your hips down with one hand. "you do that and i won't last long."

"that's the point." you smile smugly.

in response, he fastens his pace, be-lining his lips to your neck. he feels you flutter around him, fueling him, pushing him faster. this isn't simply sex, you think, it's the restoration of two souls becoming one again. two stars, long since seperated circling each other for a millennia until the innevitably crash into one another.

he rocks against you, fingertips digging into your thigh leaving indents. the sickly sweet sound of your fluids drawing and sucking him back in each time. you hold onto him tightly, needing more skin against skin, more, more.

as if reading your mind, he brings his chest and stomach flush against yours, pelvis rutting against pelvis, skin against skin, breath against breath, soul against soul. the amount of love and devotion pooling off his skin and yours is too much, you feel dizzy, nearly sick to your stomach.

atsushi slides a hand between you and braces a hand on your abdomen, he feels himself budging inside you. the added pressure grounds you, bringing you so, so close.

"please, please…!" you whisper against his shoulder.

"shit… where-?"

"ff… inside!"

the two stars crash in a heap of bright light and force, pushing loose and unnecessary debris out of their path. between time and space, the only thing in this moment is the two stars becoming one again.

he bites the space between your neck and shoulder in appreciation. body clamping down on him as a flurry of colours flash against your eyes. his hips stutters before he shoves himself as deep as he could go. a soft warmth enveloping you as the mirade of colours mix together creating something far beautiful than the cosmos itself.

gently, they bid you farewell as you feel butterfly kisses along your skin, as one leaves another joins it never seperating.

"…-okay?" you hear, but it feels mudded.

"hmm?"

atsushi smiles down at you softly, "you okay?"

you let out a sigh finding your bearings. "i'm good."

his smile widens against his will; not that he minded. "do you want to shower?"

you blink your eyes open, letting out a pout. "i'm too tired."

atsushi chuckles, "a bath then." mindful, he pulls away slowly, softly patting the underside of your thigh. "come on."

you let him help you up and set you in the bath. sitting behind you he parades you with care and stories of his journey. stepping out and drying you off, it seems his smile never leaves his face. he guides you to bed and like a magnet, you're on his side, in his arms once again.

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ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ ɪ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] — ɴɪᴇᴛᴜᴢɪɴᴋᴏᴡᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴀ. ᴏɴ ᴢɴᴀɴʏ ᴢᴇ sᴡᴏɪᴄʜ sᴀᴍᴏʙᴏ́ᴊᴄᴢʏᴄʜ ᴢᴀᴘᴇ̨ᴅᴏ́ᴡ, ᴏɴᴀ ᴢ ᴅᴢɪᴡɴɪᴇ ᴘᴏᴋʀᴇ̨ᴄᴏɴᴇᴊ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟɴᴏśᴄɪ, ᴜɴɪᴇᴍᴏᴢ̇ʟɪᴡɪᴀᴊᴀ̨ᴄᴇᴊ ᴅʀᴏɢᴇ̨ ᴅᴏ ᴀᴡᴀɴsᴜ ᴡ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴏᴡᴇᴊ ᴍᴀғɪɪ. ᴄᴏ ɴɪᴇᴄᴏ ᴏ ᴘʀᴢʏᴊᴀᴢ́ɴɪ, ᴛʀᴏᴄʜᴇ̨ ᴏ ᴍɪᴌᴏśᴄɪ ɪ sᴘᴏʀᴏ ᴏ sᴛʀᴀᴄɪᴇ. sᴌᴏᴡᴇᴍ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴏʙɪᴇᴛɴɪᴄʏ, ᴋᴛᴏ́ʀᴀ ᴅᴏᴘʀᴏᴡᴀᴅᴢɪᴌᴀ ɴᴀᴊsɪʟɴɪᴇᴊsᴢᴇɢᴏ ᴄᴢᴌᴏɴᴋᴀ ᴢʙʀᴏᴊɴᴇᴊ ᴀɢᴇɴᴄᴊɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴋᴛʏᴡɪsᴛʏᴄᴢɴᴇᴊ ᴅᴏ sᴘᴏᴛᴋᴀɴɪᴀ ᴢ ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ̨ ᴀᴛsᴜsʜɪᴍ.

ᴅᴏᴅᴀᴛᴋᴏᴡᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴄᴊᴇ:

sʜᴏᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴀ sɪᴇ̨ ʙʏᴄ́ ᴋᴀɴᴏɴɪᴄᴢɴʏ, ᴀʟᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴡɪᴇ ɴᴀ ᴘᴇᴡɴᴏ ᴘᴏᴊᴀᴡɪᴀ̨ sɪᴇ̨ ɴɪᴇśᴄɪsᴌᴏśᴄɪ, ʙᴏ ɴɪᴇ sᴋᴏɴ́ᴄᴢʏᴌᴀᴍ ᴊᴇsᴢᴄᴢᴇ ᴏɢʟᴀ̨ᴅᴀᴄ́ ᴅʀᴜɢɪᴇɢᴏ sᴇᴢᴏɴᴜ.

ᴡʏᴍʏśʟᴏɴᴇ ɴᴀ ᴘᴏᴛʀᴢᴇʙʏ sʜᴏᴛᴀ ɪᴍɪᴏɴᴀ, ɴᴀᴢᴡɪsᴋᴀ ɪ ᴜᴍɪᴇᴊᴇ̨ᴛɴᴏśᴄɪ sᴀ̨ ɴᴀᴡɪᴀ̨ᴢᴀɴɪᴇᴍ ᴅᴏ ᴘʀᴀᴡᴅᴢɪᴡʏᴄʜ ᴘᴏᴇᴛᴏ́ᴡ ʟᴜʙ ɪᴄʜ ᴅᴢɪᴇᴌ, ᴢɢᴏᴅɴɪᴇ ᴢ ᴛʀᴀᴅʏᴄᴊᴀ̨ ᴡ ʙsᴅ.

ᴛᴇɴ ᴋᴀᴡᴀᴌᴇᴋ ᴢᴀᴡɪᴇʀᴀ ᴡɪᴇʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʏᴡᴏ́ᴡ, ᴋᴛᴏ́ʀᴇ ᴍᴏɢᴀ̨ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴏᴡᴀᴄ́ ᴄᴢʏᴛᴇʟɴɪᴋᴏ́ᴡ. ɴɪᴇ ʙᴇ̨ᴅᴇ̨ ɪᴄʜ ᴡʏᴍɪᴇɴɪᴀᴄ́, ʙᴏ ᴜᴡᴀᴢ̇ᴀᴍ ᴢ̇ᴇ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀʏ ᴘsᴜᴊᴀ̨ ᴢᴀʙᴀᴡᴇ̨, ᴀʟᴇ ᴊᴇśʟɪ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇś ᴏsᴏʙᴀ̨ ᴡʀᴀᴢ̇ʟɪᴡᴀ̨, ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴘʀᴀᴡᴅᴇ̨ ɴɪᴇ ᴘᴏʟᴇᴄᴀᴍ! ᴊᴇśʟɪ ᴋɪᴇᴅʏᴋᴏʟᴡɪᴇᴋ ᴘᴏᴄᴢᴜᴊᴇᴄɪᴇ sɪᴇ̨ ᴢ́ʟᴇ ᴘsʏᴄʜɪᴄᴢɴɪᴇ, ᴘᴀᴍɪᴇ̨ᴛᴀᴊᴄɪᴇ ᴢ̇ᴇ ɪsᴛɴɪᴇᴊᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇғᴏɴ ᴢᴀᴜғᴀɴɪᴀ ᴅʟᴀ ᴅᴢɪᴇᴄɪ ᴍᴌᴏᴅᴢɪᴇᴢ̇ʏ: 116 111

[Reader] ustawiła snajperkę, czekając na jakikolwiek ruch w oddalonym o kilkaset metrów oknie. Leżenie na szarym, betonowym dachu wieżowca nie było zbyt przyjemne, ale musiała jakoś przetrwać. Za kilka godzin położy się w wygodnym łóżku w kwaterze Portowej Mafii, z dala od zimnego wiatru kąsającego ją nawet przez gruby, czarny płaszcz.  

— Dazai-san, co ty robisz?  

— O-sa-muuu — odparł jej towarzysz śpiewnie. — Możesz mi mówić po imieniu, wiesz?  

Dziwnie było tak formalnie odzywać się do chłopaka w jej wieku. Jednak szef nakazał jej traktować tak wszystkich w organizacji. Przynajmniej dopóki nie zajdzie wyżej w hierarchii, ale skoro jej tymczasowy partner nie miał nic przeciwko, to znacznie ułatwiało sprawę.  

— W takim razie, O-sa-muuu — przedrzeźniła go — co do cholery robisz?  

— Porównuję samochody. Myślę, pod który najlepiej byłoby wpaść, żeby się zabić — oznajmił ze spokojem.  

Już wcześniej dotarły do niej słuchy o jego dziwnym zamiłowaniu. Musiała przyznać, że dopiero usłyszenie o tym z jego ust uświadomiło jej, że to nie były tylko plotki.  

Beztrosko wgapiał się w widok kilkanaście pięter pod nimi, na tyle, na ile pozwalała mu przepaska na jednym oku. Brązowe włosy zasłaniały część jego twarzy, ale podbródek złożony na ramionach okazywał znudzenie. Wiedziała, że już został oficjalnie przyjęty, ale mógł przynajmniej uważać na to, co robi. W końcu sam też niedawno był na jej miejscu. Zresztą w Portowej Mafii żadne stanowisko nie było do końca pewne dla takich nowicjuszy.  

— Możesz to robić po godzinach. — Dziewczyna pociągnęła go za nogę, przez co jego twarz wylądowała na betonie. — Mamy się nie wychylać. Skup się.  

Oczekiwała, że odwróci się z kwaśną miną, po tym, jak prawie rozbił sobie nos. On jednak uniósł kącik ust i ostatecznie dołączył do niej w powolnym oczekiwaniu. Z bliska zauważyła jego lekko obity, czerwony podbródek. Jutro pewnie powstanie tam siniec. Nie była to jednak jej wina. W końcu miał gdzieś wytyczne szefa. Zasłużył sobie.  

— Nie mogę się skupić — zajęczał Dazai po kilku minutach ciszy.  

Nie odpowiedziała. Liczyła na to, że brak reakcji odwiedzie go od mówienia czegokolwiek.  

— Mamy jeszcze dziesięć minut? — spytał Osamu.  

— Tak. — Lakoniczna odpowiedź nie powstrzymała go od chęci konwersacji.  

— Użyjesz swojej umiejętności? — kontynuował.  

— Tak.  

— Pójdziesz ze mną na randkę?  

— Tak… — [Reader] za późno zorientowała się jak brzmiało pytanie. — Jesteś okropny — podsumowała.  

— Przyznaję. Jestem tobą okropnie zainteresowany. — Położył rękę na sercu.  

Pokręciła tylko głową. Nie miała pojęcia, co takiego w niej widział. Nie miała zaniżonego poczucia wartości. Po prostu obiektywnie patrząc, ledwo co wyrwała się z sierocińca, więc nie miała grosza przy duszy. W hierarchii też stał wyżej od niej. Nic nie zyskiwał, zadając się z nią poza pracą. Prawie nie mieli okazji rozmawiać do tej pory, więc o charakter też nie mogło chodzić. Nawet jej uroda była po prostu przeciętna.  

Dlaczego? Nie potrafiła odpowiedzieć sobie na to pytanie. Musiała jednak przyznać, że schlebiało jej zaproszenie. Pozwoliła sobie więc na kilka minut zadowolenia z tego stanu rzeczy. Zerknęła w bok. Był przystojny. Tego na pewno nie mogła mu odmówić. A z tego, co mówiono w organizacji, choć był dziwny, to przynajmniej swoją pracę wykonywał dobrze.  

Wpatrzyła się w lornetkę. Matsuo Bashō wkroczył do budynku. Chłopak również musiał to zauważyć, bo widziała, jak ustawia minutnik w zegarku. [Reader], zgodnie z obliczeniami, uruchomiła swoją umiejętność. Nic dwa razy aktywowała pierwszy raz tej nocy, gdy włamała się do wrogiej firmy z jednym ze starszych członków. Teraz pozostało nakazać kukiełkowej podróbce człowieka wyrecytować przygotowaną wcześniej kwestię. Całkiem długi monolog o sensacji na mieście. Na tyle wielki i dziki, by zdezorientować szefa. Prawdziwy podwładny — Kawai Sora — został porwany. Wiedziała, że przetrzymuje się go w jednym ze starych magazynów. Nie było czego współczuć. Czytała akta. Miał na koncie sporo kradzieży. Tymczasem jej główny cel zasiadał w jednej z poczytniejszych gazet w Yokohamie i nie tylko, manipulując informacjami za grube pieniądze. Między innymi przeciwko Portowej Mafii, więc należało się go pozbyć jak najszybciej.  

Podniosła się lekko i spojrzała przez wizjer. Głowa pojawiła się wewnątrz wyznaczonego pola. Powoli zwolniła cyngiel.  

— Padnij! — Osamu pociągnął ją na beton.  

Usłyszała strzał. Zaraz po nim kilka kolejnych, tym razem z broni partnera. Przeciwnik padł martwy. Stanęła plecy w plecy z Dazaiem. Wyciągnęła mniejszą broń. Załatwiła jeszcze jednego człowieka, ukrytego za kominem. Zaryzykowała szybkie zerknięcie w stronę Matsuo. Nie potrzebowała lornetki, by wiedzieć, że biegnie w stronę dachu.  

— Cholera! — Jej iluzja została zniwelowana przez Dehumanizację . Mogła tylko pomarzyć o czystym strzale. Cel potrafił zatrzymać kule na krótki czas i właśnie by tego uniknąć, powstał ten misterny plan.  

— Wycofujemy się! — zarządził Dazai. Jego głos nie niósł już śladu poprzedniej wesołości.  

— Nie możemy! Nie mogę! — zaprotestowała.  

— Aż tak ci się spieszy do śmierci?  

Cóż za ironiczna uwaga od kogoś, kto miał ochotę wskoczyć pod samochód.  

— Nie chwaliłam się tym, ale spieprzyłam poprzednią misję. To moja jedyna szansa. Jeśli wrócę z niczym, to mnie zwolnią! — Przeładowała lekką broń, bezradnie próbując wymierzyć we właz do lotniska z helikopterem. Wiedziała, że będzie to bezcelowe.  

Zwolnienie znaczyło dokładnie tyle, co bycie martwą. W Mafii zamiast redukcji zatrudnienia następowała szybka eliminacja pracowników. Tak było bezpiecznie i ekonomicznie.  

— Słońce świeci, ptaszek kwili, może byśmy się zabili? — Śmiech w głosie chłopaka zakrawał na szaleńczy. — Obiecaj, że popełnisz ze mną kiedyś podwójne samobójstwo, a ci pomogę!  

Nie zawahała się. W końcu jej życie i tak byłoby stracone.  

— Umowa stoi! — Przekrzyczała wiatr.  

— To dobrze, bo miałem zamiar pomóc i bez tego! — Z tymi słowami Osamu ruszył na dach sąsiedniego budynku.  

Nie tracąc czasu, ustawiła się w stabilnej pozycji. Udało jej się zestrzelić kilku strażników. Tymczasem Dazai zeskoczył i przeturlał się po lotnisku. Helikopter już startował. Przygryzła wargę. Chłopak brutalnie złapał za koszulę Basho. Unosili się już parę metrów nad ziemią. Dostrzegła blask Dehumanizacji i strzeliła. Plama czerwieni pokryła pierś. Udało się za pierwszym razem. Cel był trupem. Osamu wyskoczył z pojazdu, by chwilę później do niej dołączyć.  

— Teraz już naprawdę odwrót! — krzyknął zdyszany.

***

Ciemne pomieszczenie ukryte było w piwnicach. [Reader] powoli schodziła w dół, wytężając oczy przy słabym świetle. Do jej nozdrzy dobiegł zapach alkoholu i świeżo parzonej kawy. Usłyszała też znajome śmiechy i tym samym była pewna swojego spóźnienia. Barman w czerwonej kamizelce uprzejmie skinął jej głową na powitanie. Odpowiedziała mu tym samym. Zgasiła papierosa w popielniczce, zyskując jego aprobatę. Musiała wypalić przynajmniej jednego po każdej robocie. Niestety właściciel baru Lupin nie pochwalał jej nałogu, więc uprzejmie pozbywała się niedopałków, gdy tu przychodziła. Lubiła tego starca. Nie miała zamiaru go straszyć, choć pewnie jednym ruchem mogłaby sobie załatwić wieczny wyjątek od zakazu.  

Z werwą wskoczyła na stołek barowy. Poły płaszcza zafurkotały czernią.  

— Zawsze wiedziałam, że Dazai to dupek, ale na was się zawiodłam, chłopcy — rzuciła, robiąc zdegustowaną minę.  

— Ciebie też miło widzieć, [Reader] — odparł Ango.  

Od razu zaczął grzebać w teczce. Wiedziała, że był człowiekiem pracy, ale mógł choć raz zaczekać, aż się napiją.  

— Jestem dupkiem, ale za to twoim dupkiem. — Osamu złączył ich usta w krótkim pocałunku. Mruknęła, by dać mu znać, że nadal jest zła za to, że na nią nie zaczekał.  

— Zamówiłem ci to, co zawsze. — Sakunosuke popchnął szklankę kolorowego płynu w jej stronę.  

— I to rozumiem — przytaknęła, pociągając przez słomkę. — Jak tam Osamu? Zachowywał się dzisiaj?  

— Wspomniał o samobójstwie aż trzy razy. — Sakaguchi zawsze miał dobrą pamięć.  

— Wciąż tu jestem. Przestańcie rozmawiać o mnie w trzeciej osobie! — Piwo w kuflu jej ukochanego zawirowało, gdy dramatycznie obrócił się na stołku barowym, omal z niego nie spadając.  

— Miałeś ograniczyć gadanie o samobójstwie. — [Reader] spojrzała na niego oskarżycielsko.  

— Co mogę na to poradzić, najdroższa? Obiecałaś mi podwójną śmierć dawno temu. Wciąż nie tracę nadziei.  

— Akta następnej sprawy. — Przerwał mu Ango i przesunął cienki plik papierów w jej stronę.  

Pobieżnie przebiegła po nich wzrokiem. Znów będzie musiała się babrać w niedokończonej misji z przeszłości. Jeśli nie załatwiło się wszystkich od razu, zawsze zostawał ktoś, by kontynuować działalność. Kawai Sora najwyraźniej nie nauczył się zbyt wiele po tym, jak zdjęła jego szefa. Więziono go dość krótko w magazynach Portowej Mafii. A potem zawarto z nim układ. Miał stanąć na czele firmy i odprowadzać im spory haracz. Kilka lat wystarczyło, by zapomniał o strachu. Pomimo gróźb zaczął działać na własną rękę. Należało się go pozbyć.  

— Zajmiesz się tym osobiście? — spytał Ango.  

— Tak. Nie jestem jak Oda. — Wypowiedź zabrzmiała o wiele bardziej oskarżycielsko niż zamierzała.  

— To moja sprawa, jak działam. — Przyjaciel nie wyglądał na obrażonego. Zdawał sobie sprawę ze swojej odmienności w organizacji. Nie chcieć zabijać w tym środowisku stanowiło sporą przeszkodę. Przede wszystkim do awansu. — Poza tym ty też omijasz niektóre zlecenia szerokim łukiem. — Pociągnął łyk kawy.  

— Mogłaby daleko zajść, gdyby nie to pokręcone sumienie… — zaczął Dazai.  

— Nie. — Słowo odmowy niosło za sobą nutkę groźby.  

Tłumaczyła mu już kiedyś, dlaczego nie podejmuje się każdego zadania. Zabijanie popapranych ludzi, a tych normalnie żyjących swoim życiem, nie było tym samym. Mówił, że jeśli nie ona, to zrobi to ktoś inny. I miał rację. Jednak dopóki nie była to ona, nie czuła się winna. Była pokrętnie dobra. Przynajmniej chciała w to wierzyć. Tego Osamu nie potrafił zrozumieć, choć znali się szmat czasu.  

— Kłopoty w raju? — Informator jak zawsze trafnie wyczuł napięcie między parą.  

Wiedziała, co zaraz zrobi jej ukochany, i choć czuła, że jak zawsze mu wybaczy, czasem miała wrażenie, że ma zbyt dużo wad. To była jedna z nich. Wyciągnie to, co powinno zostać między nimi, na widok dla innych.  

— Zaproponowałem [Reader], żeby ze mną pracowała…  

— Żebym była pod tobą… — poprawiła go dziewczyna.  

Miała zostać podwładną i radośnie oddać swoją niezależność na rzecz jego rozkazów. By spędzali razem więcej czasu. Może i stała nisko w hierarchii, ale nie odczuwała presji, by wspinać się w górę.  

— Ostatnim razem ci się podobało. — Uśmieszek na jego twarzy zagotował w niej krew. Mógł mieć chociaż odrobinę przyzwoitości przy znajomych. Nie każdy musiał wiedzieć, co robią po godzinach, nawet jeśli plotki o ich romansie powoli zaczynały krążyć po kątach w organizacji.  

W mgnieniu oka wyciągnęła poręczny pistolet zza paska i skierowała go na krocze. Osamu uśmiechnął się szerzej, podnosząc jej rękę wraz z bronią i całując jej dłoń.  

— Nigdy was nie zrozumiem. — Sakunosuke już dawno pogodził się z nienormalnością ich relacji. Jego przyjaciele byli szaleńcami na różne sposoby. Chyba tylko i wyłącznie dlatego ten związek mógł mieć rację bytu.  

— Napijmy się…  

***

— To jest napad!  

[Reader] westchnęła zażenowana i odwróciła się w kierunku napastnika .  

— Naprawdę, Osamu? — Uniosła brew.  

— To jest romantyczne porwanie — oznajmił zadowolony z siebie, strzelając pistoletem z palców. — Koniec pracy na dzisiaj.  

Ujął delikatnie jej dłoń i poprowadził na zewnątrz. Rozluźnił krawat, wyraźnie odprężony po całym dniu papierkowej roboty.  

Za oknem zaczynało padać. Pierwsze krople wiosennej burzy spadały na dziedziniec siedziby Portowej Mafii. Musiał przyznać, że podobało mu się tutaj. Samotne drzewo wyrastało pomiędzy nisko przystrzyżonymi krzewami i trawami. Nie było kwiatów, ale nie miałby kto o nie dbać. Pewnie za jakiś czas będą musieli się przenieść, jednak na razie mogli przynajmniej udawać, że ich praca jest normalna. Przez głowę przemknęło mu, jakby to wyglądało, gdyby pracowali w zwykłym biurze. Po zamknięciu drzwi praca by się kończyła. Pensja pewnie byłaby niska. Musieliby planować w sklepie, co zjedzą na kolację, ale wracaliby do domu spokojni. Wieczorem snuliby plany o wspólnych wakacjach, próbując na nie zaoszczędzić, błądząc między kredytem na hipotekę a jakimś psiakiem siedzącym pod ich kanapą…  

Rzucił spojrzenie w bok. [Reader]. Kobieta, która nosiła ten sam czarny płaszcz, co on, i spała z bronią pod poduszką. Uśmiechnął się lekko. Nie. Takie życie do nich nie pasowało. Po prostu nie mógł sobie wyobrazić takiego scenariusza. Nieważne, jak bardzo by tego chciał, po prostu spotkali się w takich a nie innych okolicznościach. Z Portowej Mafii się nie wychodziło.  

Kobieta posłusznie wyszła za nim na dziedziniec. Szybko zorientowała się, o co mu chodzi.  

— Taniec w deszczu?  

— Staram się być romantyczny — mruknął.  

Było to lekko dziwne i nienaturalne. A jednak stwierdził, że do nich pasuje. Gest nienormalny jak ich dwójka. Kropelki skapywały po ich mokrych ubraniach, kiedy poruszali się do bliżej nieokreślonego rytmu. Krok w przód, w tył, obrót i nadepnięcie na stopę. To ostatnie wywołało uśmiech na jej twarzy. Był z tego dumny.  

Szary świat na moment zatrzymał się na głowie opartej na jego ramieniu. Na złączonych palcach. Na znajomym zapachu. Pachniała jak dom. Co było głupie, bo Dazai nigdy nie miał domu. Skąd więc miał wiedzieć, że to właśnie ta woń?  

— Jestem z ciebie dumna — szepnęła mu do ucha.  

— To rzadkość. Zapiszę sobie w kalendarzu. — Pocałował ją w czoło rozbawiony.  

— Od kilku dni nie wspomniałeś o samobójstwie. Szczerze mówiąc, nigdy nie myślałam, że ci przejdzie. — Uniosła głowę.  

— Nie przeszło… ale stwierdziłem, że podwójne samobójstwo nigdzie nie ucieknie, więc możemy trochę razem przeżyć…  

— Awww. Brzmisz prawie tak uroczo jak ja, kiedy miałam stłuczkę…  

Jego autem. Samochód był co prawda mafijny, niemniej należał do Osamu. Sam wybrał ten model. Prawdopodobnie rozwaliłby go prędzej czy później. Środki transportu w tym zawodzie nigdy nie miały długiego życia. Jednak kiedy twoja ukochana obija go, parkując na zakupach, sprawy mają się nieco inaczej. Szczególnie przy fałszywych rejestracjach i policyjnym wozie badającym stłuczkę. Egzekutorów nie szkolono na takie wypadki.  

Na jakiś czas zapadło milczenie. Widział kilka osób wychodzących z budynków. Większość znikała pod jednakowo nudnymi parasolami. Rzucali im przeciągłe spojrzenia, po czym odchodzili. Niektórzy chylili ronda kapeluszy. Wiedział, że zarówno jedni, jak i drudzy plotkowali, kiedy go nie widzieli. Cicho, ale jednak. Oda i Sakaguchi wiedzieli od dawna. Przyjaciele w ich związku dopatrywali się raczej metody na to, jak potrafią ze sobą wytrzymywać. Jednak sporo osób szeptało po kątach, że w pracy takiej, jak ta, lepiej się nie przywiązywać. Że są idiotami. Te czasy minęły parę miesięcy temu, ale wciąż miał im za złe. Nadal tu byli. Szczęśliwi. Tańcząc w deszczu.  

— Osamu?  

— Hmmm?  

— Muszę ci coś powiedzieć. — Ton stał się poważny.  

Jego umysł od razu wskoczył na wyższe obroty.  

— Ktoś ci grozi? — To byłoby logiczne. W końcu w ich pracy się to zdarzało.  

— Nie…  

— Jesteś chora? — Wolał nie dodawać, że śmiertelnie, choć to jako pierwsze przyszło mu do głowy.  

— Nie…  

Usilnie próbowała mu przerwać, ale kontynuował zgadywanie.  

— No to zostało tylko jedno. Chcesz się rozstać!  

W głowie już układał plan na to, co powie, by ją zatrzymać. Przecież byli razem już tyle czasu. Mieli tyle wspólnych wspomnień. Co prawda ostatnio mieli trochę mniej czasu dla siebie, ale się postara…  

— Osamu! — przerwała mu, przykładając palec do ust. — Żadna z tych rzeczy. Jestem w ciąży!  

Widziała, jak jego źrenica rozszerzyła się z szoku. Nigdy jeszcze nie zdarzyło się, by zaniemówił. Zawsze miał coś do powiedzenia. Nawet jeśli był to zwykle głupiutki komentarz wymyślony na poczekaniu. Tymczasem spotkała się z ciszą. Nabrał powietrza, jakby miał zamiar coś powiedzieć, jednak się rozmyślił.  

— Jesteś w ciąży? To wspaniale — dodał, mrugając szybko. Zaraz po tym runął na trawę jak długi.  

W pierwszym momencie naprawdę przestraszyła się, że coś mu się stało. Kiedy jednak wyczuła oddech i puls, stało się jasne, że wszystko z nim w porządku.  

— Zawsze musisz być dramatyczny — westchnęła. — To ja jestem w ciąży i to ja mam prawo mdleć! — wydarła się na cały budynek. — Na pewno nie będę cię niosła! — To mówiąc, zrobiła duży krok nad bezwładnym ciałem i podreptała w kierunku pierwszego lepszego pracownika, który jeszcze nie wyszedł.  

Tak się składało, że znała Misuzu Kaneko. Kobieta nie była wysoko w rankingu, ale nadrabiała umiejętnością. Doskonale skakała. Potrafiła się wzbijać na wiele metrów w powietrze i zawsze lądowała cała i zdrowa. Często używała lin, by zabierać ze sobą pasażerów z mafii czy nieszczęśników, których z jakichś powodów należało porwać. Po oderwaniu od ziemi łapała ich w ramiona i dostarczała w wyznaczone miejsca.  

— Jeden z egzekutorów zemdlał. Zanieś go proszę do pokoju pięćdziesiąt trzy na drugim piętrze. Będę tam czekać.  

Wyglądało na to, że jednak nie wyjdzie dziś szybko z biura…  

***

Teraz kopiesz? Nie mogłeś, jak byłam w mieszkaniu? — stwierdziła [Reader] z lekkim wyrzutem. Delikatnie pogłaskała wciąż jeszcze płaski brzuch. To dziecko z pewnością odziedziczy po nich umiejętności fizyczne. Rzadko dawało o sobie znać, ale kiedy już to robiło, to z pełną mocą. 

Owinęła się szczelniej płaszczem. Nie zamierzała chorować. Teraz nie była odpowiedzialna już tylko za siebie. Co nie znaczy, że porzuciła pracę. Niechętnie przeniosła się do oddziału Osamu. Miała tam trochę większą swobodę. Z czasem też planowała brać mniej misji. Choć na razie niewiele było po niej widać, prędzej czy później będzie musiała trochę odpuścić.  

Wzięła głęboki wdech. Jeden z podwładnych oznajmił jej, że sprzęt został rozstawiony, a cel był w zasięgu. Nie potrzebowała tych ceregieli, ale Dazai poprosił ją, by robiła to chociaż od czasu do czasu. To byli nowi, jeszcze nie do końca wyszkoleni rekruci. Musieli mieć cokolwiek do roboty, dopóki nie dostaną poważniejszych zleceń.  

Nachyliła się i skupiła na znajomym wizjerze. Miała nie brać tego zlecenia. Nawet nie podlegało pod jej wydział. Jednak po tym, jak niedawno kilka głów poleciało za zdradę, powstały braki. A ludzie tacy jak ona musieli je wypełnić. Szefowi wyraźnie się spieszyło, by załatwić sprawę. Syn Kawaiego Sory, którego kiedyś zdjęła, został pozostawiony przez jakiś czas w spokoju. Jednak kilka miesięcy później wraz z matką wstąpił do mafii. I nie była to Mafia Portowa, tylko ta sama, do której udała się część współpracowników [Reader] gryzących teraz piach.  

Przyjrzała się pomieszczeniu. Bardzo ładny salon. Z systemem ochronnych, metalowych rolet. Te jednak zostały wyłączone minutę temu, gdy uruchomiła swoją kukłę sprzątaczki. Nic dwa razy wklepało poprawny kod, a teraz nawet druga warstwa kuloodpornego szkła na szybach zjechała w dół. Właściciel przygotował się nawet na taką drogę ucieczki. Nie przewidział jednak rozległości kontaktów przeciwników.  

Wytężyła wzrok. W polu widzenia przemknęła jakaś kobieta. Była jedyną, która została dostarczona w komplecie informacji na jej biurko kilka dni temu. Podobno była nauczycielką języków obcych. W samym środku celownika natomiast, na dywanie, siedziało dziecko. [Reader] zamrugała kilka razy, chcąc się upewnić.  

— Wszystko dobrze ustawiłeś? — spytała podwładnego, odrywając wzrok od broni.  

— Tak jest, [Reader]-san.  

— Cel miał mieć dwadzieścia jeden lat. A ten chłopak ma z dziesięć. — Spojrzała na niego groźnie.  

— Otrzymałem kopię dokumentów i z nich jasno wynikało, że to wciąż dziecko.  

[Reader] poczuła jak jej serce zaczyna szybciej bić. To nie mogła być prawda. Sama studiowała te kartki parę dni temu. Został przyjęty z powodu swojej umiejętności we wczesnym wieku. Jednak nie aż tak wczesnym.  

— Wracaj do kwatery. Potem się rozmówimy.  

— A-a-ale…  

Świeżak zdawał się dygotać na silnym wietrze, oczekując na jej werdykt. Gdyby naprawdę zawalił, mogło go czekać wszystko. Od niczego aż po bolesną śmierć.  

— Uspokój się. — Sama nie wiedziała, czy mówi do siebie, czy do niego. — Wszystko załatwię.  

Wybrała numer telefonu Osamu, raz po raz sprawdzając wizjer. Ręka lekko jej się zatrzęsła. Nie pamiętała, kiedy ostatni raz coś takiego zdarzyło jej się w pracy. Trzymanie broni wymagało pewnej postawy.  

— Musisz dla mnie znaleźć akta sprawy. Powinny być w aucie — oznajmiła gorączkowo.  

— Tak bez powita…  

— Nie teraz — przerwała mu.  

Musiał zrozumieć, że sytuacja jest poważna, bo zamilknął. Miał ją odebrać po skończonej misji. Lepiej było wrócić innym autem niż nowicjusz dla większej anonimowości. W słuchawce słyszała kilka odgłosów ulicy, w tym trąbienie.  

— Dlaczego potrzebujesz ich teraz? — Do jej uszu dobiegł szelest kartek.  

— Wiek. W jakim wieku jest Kawai? — Zignorowała jego pytanie.  

— Dwadzieścia jeden... — zaczął. — Nie, jednak jedenaście — poprawił się szybko. — Ktoś musiał rozmazać cyfry, kiedy przekazywał nam dane.  

Serce podskoczyło jej do gardła. Nie wiedziała, czy zbiera jej się na wymioty z powodu ciąży, czy całej sytuacji . Może jednego i drugiego? Wiedziała za to, że nigdy w życiu nie zabiła dziecka. Jaka była szansa, że dołączył do mafii z własnej woli? Zapewne namówiła go do tego matka. Pewnie jeszcze sam nie wiedział, co tak naprawdę robi. Z danych wynikało, że na razie jedynie pomaga w porwaniach. Nie zrobił jednak nikomu krzywdy. Portowa Mafia chciała go dorwać ze względu na powiązania z ojcem i zabójczą naturę zdolności. Gdyby był dorosły, czułaby, że rozumie. Że był to jego wybór. To jednak było dziecko. W dalekim obrazie za szkłem widziała siebie samą. Młodą, przerażoną i bez wyboru, dołączającą do organizacji, bo była jedynym miejscem, gdzie ktokolwiek ją chciał.  

— Nie zrobię tego — jej głos z początku był cichy. — Nie mogę…  

— [Reader], o czym ty mówisz…  

— To mogłoby być nasze dziecko. — Podświadomie pogładziła brzuch. — Dokładnie to samo mogą zrobić któregoś dnia nam.  

Myśl o tym, że kiedyś mogliby zginąć, a mafia przejęłaby ich dziecko, napełniła ją przerażeniem. Dopóki żyła, nie chciała, by kiedykolwiek musiało się w tym babrać. A już na pewno nie od małego i nie dlatego, że ojciec i matka tak żyją. Jakiś czas temu wymyśliła nawet szalony plan odejścia z organizacji, ale jeszcze nie rozmawiała o nim z Osamu.  

— Nie wykonam tej misji! — Zdała sobie sprawę, że krzyczy do telefonu.  

— [Reader], uspokój się. To nie jest nasze dziecko. Gdybym wiedział, nie dałbym ci tego przydziału, ale dobrze wiesz, jak jest istotny. — Jego ton był spokojny i rzeczowy. — Mori ci nie wybaczy. Musisz to zrobić.  

Już raz darował jej niesubordynację lata temu. Znała go na tyle dobrze, by wiedzieć, że taki akt łaski się nie powtórzy. To, co teraz robiła, skazywało ją na ucieczkę od organizacji. Na bycie z dala od ukochanego. Na wieczne ukrywanie siebie i swojego dziecka.  

— Jeśli ty tego nie zrobisz, ja to zrobię. — Odgłos zamykanych drzwi, oznajmił jej, że Dazai wysiadł z auta. — Jestem odpowiedzialny za was dwoje…  

Dawniej to by jej wystarczyło. Odwrócić głowę, gdy ktoś inny wykonuje pracę, która dla niej była zbyt niewygodna. By w swoim mniemaniu pozostać moralnie czystą . Teraz jednak, gdy już się zaangażowała, kiedy skrzyżowała swój wzrok z tym maluchem, poczuła, że pociągając za cyngiel tylko dalej by siebie oszukiwała. Nie chciała i nie mogła go zamordować.  

— Osamu, nie waż się… — nie dokończyła. Odpowiedziała jej jedynie głucha cisza i sygnał zakończonej rozmowy.  

Przez moment wpatrywała się tępo w czerwoną słuchawkę. Zaraz potem zaczęła co tchu biec po schodach w dół.  

***

Dazai stał w znajomym, szpitalnym pokoju. Przestał liczyć, ile razy w ciągu ostatnich tygodni tu przychodził. Przez długi czas wszystko rozgrywało się prawie tak samo. Zaczynało się od ciszy. Przenikliwej i przejmującej. [Reader] nie odzywała się do niego. Z początku z powodu szoku. Później z własnej woli. Potem następowała druga faza. Płacz, krzyki i wyrzuty. Raz nawet rzuciła w niego wazonem z kwiatami. Nie trafiła, ale chyba ją to otrzeźwiło, bo na widok pękniętego szkła i rozlanej wody tuż obok jego nóg przestała.  

Czy nie miał tego dosyć? Oczywiście, że tak. Niczego bardziej nie pragnął niż cofnąć czas. Chciał, by wskazówki zegara pomknęły w tył. By znów było jak dawniej. Musiał jednak trwać w obecnej sytuacji.  

Nie żałował tego, co wtedy zrobił. Według niego była to przykra konieczność. Mori nigdy nie odpuściłby jej drugiego potknięcia. Dlatego zrobił, co musiał, za nią. By ją chronić. Nawet jeśli się z tym nie zgadzała.  

— [Reader]…  

— Nie chcę cię widzieć. — Głos został stłumiony przez koc, którym nakryła głowę.  

— Wiem, że nie chcesz, ale nie możesz mnie wiecznie unikać.  

Od kilku dni stawała się spokojniejsza. Lekarze uznali to za dobry znak. Powoli przygotowywali wypis. Nie mogli jej trzymać w szpitalu w nieskończoność. Nawet jeśli zostali przekupieni ogromną sumą pieniędzy. Istniały pewne granice nie do przeskoczenia.  

Zdanie personelu mało go obchodziło. Mówili, że jest zdrowa. To jednak nie była ta sama [Reader]. Zmieniła się i nie był pewny, czy kiedykolwiek będzie taka sama. Dlaczego nie potrafili tego wyleczyć?  

— To wszystko nasza wina, Osamu! Bogowie zesłali na nas karę! — Głowa gwałtownie wynurzyła się spod kawałka materiału.  

Jej oczy były podkrążone. Widział w nich bezsenne noce. Pielęgniarki mówiły, że często dręczą ją koszmary. Kilka razy czuwał przy niej, ale zawsze tak, by nie wiedziała, że tam jest.  

Po raz pierwszy od dawna umyła włosy. To było coś nowego. Być może po prostu już powiedziano jej, że dostaje wypis. Postanowił się cieszyć przynajmniej tym.  

— To nie twoja wina. To czysty przypadek, że… — Widząc jej pobladłą twarz, postanowił nie kończyć zdania. — Jeśli chcesz kogoś winić, wiń mnie.  

Ich dziecko nie żyło. Nie dowiedzą się, jak będzie brzmiał jego śmiech ani płacz. Nie zobaczą, jak dorasta. Czy odziedziczy po nich jakąś umiejętność. Nie będzie im dane zrobić wszystkich rzeczy, które planowali, odkąd dowiedzieli się o ciąży.  

Nigdy nie był religijnym człowiekiem. Jednak odkąd [Reader] zdała sobie sprawę z tego, co się stało, uważała, że to bogowie musieli ich ukarać za morderstwo syna Sory. Pozbawić ich szansy na dziecko. Nieważne, ile razy próbował jej tłumaczyć, że jedno i drugie nie ma związku, nie przyjmowała tego do wiadomości. Może tak było jej łatwiej. Mogła zrzucić na kogoś winę za nieszczęśliwy los. Powtarzała, że gdyby wtedy zdążyła dobiec i powtrzymać Dazaia, nic by się nie stało.  

Wiedział, że nigdy nie zapomni widoku małego zawiniątka, które podano mu po poronieniu. Tak małe i kruche pośród krwi. Wryło się w jego pamięć. Nie zmyły go żadne ilości alkoholu, choć wcześniej tak właśnie radził sobie ze wszystkim, z czym nie potrafił. Może z czasem obraz odejdzie, ale nigdy nie zostawi go całkowicie.  

— Jest tylko jeden sposób, by to naprawić — oznajmiła [Reader], wpatrując się uporczywie w okno.  

Na zewnątrz powoli kursowały rzędy samochodów. Słońce przeświecało przez brudne szyby. Śpiew ptaków w koronach drzew przedzierał się przez zgiełk szpitala. Nie ośmielił się zadać pytania. Trwał w długim milczeniu, w oczekiwaniu na jej kolejne słowa.  

— Podwójne samobójstwo, Osamu. Naprawimy to i już na zawsze będziemy we trójkę. — Po raz pierwszy od dawna złapała go za rękę.  

Usiadł na krawędzi łóżka, w szpitalnej pościeli i ścisnął mocno jej chłodną dłoń. Tęsknił za tym bardziej niż myślał.  

Wiedział, jak wiele osób powiedziałoby, że to chore. Każdy lekarz, psycholog czy psychiatra. Odradzaliby to wszyscy znajomi i przyjaciele. Przechodnie na ulicy i ludzie na forach internetowych. Każdy powiedziałby, że samobójstwo nie jest wyjściem. Że potrzebuje pomocy. Że nie warto. Jednak Dazai Osamu żył z myślą, że odbierze sobie życie, od kiedy tylko pamiętał. Jeśli więc nadszedł czas, by to zrobić, to dlaczego nie? W końcu obiecali zrobić to razem.  

Pokiwał tylko głową. Pozwolił, by czule głaskała jego brązowe, kręcone loki. Choć przez moment mógł udawać, że wszystko jest po staremu.  

***

Zamykanie doczesnych spraw zajęło im więcej czasu niż myśleli. Odwiedzili znajomych ludzi. Nie było ich tak wielu. Sporo z nich jednak znajdowało się daleko. Byli na misjach w różnych zakątkach świata i czekanie na ich powrót znacznie wszystko wydłużyło. Oddali też sporo rzeczy potrzebującym. Głównie pieniądze. A było ich sporo. Większość z nich poszła na domy dziecka. Nawet nie musieli o tym rozmawiać. Zarówno Osamu jak i [Reader] trafili do mafii, bo właśnie takie miejsca nie miały jak ich przyjąć. Na koniec spisali testamenty i przygotowali listy. To ostatnie dłużyło się najbardziej. Tworzyli wiele szkiców, raz po raz mnąc je nocami, by zacząć od nowa.  

Zanim byli gotowi na wszystko, minęło kilka miesięcy. I gdyby tak ktoś popatrzył z boku, nie zauważyłby, że coś się działo. Nawet Sakunosuke i Ango wydawali się nic nie podejrzewać. Omijali temat śmierci, dopóki [Reader] nie powiedziała, by przestali. Będąc w Portowej Mafii, nie dało się rozmawiać o niczym bez tak podstawowej rzeczy. Pili więc we czwórkę w Lupinie, jakby nigdy nic się nie stało. Jedynie barman pewnego dnia złapał kobietę przed wyjściem i oznajmił, że jest jego ulubioną klientką. Potem ze smutnym uśmiechem odszedł za kontuar, by dalej wycierać szklanki. Może widział już tylu złamanych ludzi, że wiedział, jak poznać, gdy ktoś chce zakończyć swoje życie.  

[Reader] nie obchodziło, w jaki sposób to zrobią, o ile nie będzie zbytnio bolało. Dlatego tę kwestię zostawiła Dazaiowi. W końcu interesował się tym tematem już tak długo, że wierzyła w jego wybór.  

Wysoki budynek, gdzie pierwszy raz odbyli wspólną misję, wydał mu się odpowiedni. W szybko zbliżającej się nocy, która zawitała do Yokohamy, jasno migotały światła. Uliczne latarnie, neony i reklamy rozjaśniały okolicę jakby zielonkawą poświatą. Wody niedaleko płynącej rzeki leniwie zmierzały w stronę bardziej zaludnionej części miasta.  

[Reader] miała na sobie perły i białą, satynową sukienkę. Kupił ją kiedyś dla niej na rocznicę. Pamiętał, jak narzekała, że jest zbyt prosta, tylko po to, by potem roześmiać się i przeprosić go, że żartowała. Pokręcił głową. To już minęło. Nałożył na siebie czarny, mafijny płaszcz. Zrobiła to samo.  

— Gotowy? — spytała kobieta, patrząc przed siebie.  

— Zawsze byłem gotowy na samobójstwo — roześmiał się Dazai.  

Czuł się spełniony. Przeżyli razem ładny kawał czasu. I choć mógł być dłuższy, nie żałował.  

Złapał ją za rękę i razem zeskoczyli w ciemną noc. Nie wiedział, w którym momencie podczas lotu obrócił się do góry. Zawsze myślał, że to, co inni mówili o tym, że przed śmiercią czas zwalnia, było kłamstwem. Teraz jednak musiał im przyznać rację. Przed oczami nie przelatywało mu życie, jak często podkreślano. On widział tam jedynie rozświetlone niebo. To, w które patrzył już wiele razy przedtem.  

Z tego stanu wyrwało go szarpnięcie. Tak szybkie, że ledwo je zarejestrował. Wierzgnął na oślep. Zanim się zorientował, znalazł się na jakimś balkonie. Kiedy odwrócił głowę, zdążył jedynie na moment ujrzeć zszokowaną i rozgoryczoną twarz [Reader]. A może tylko mu się wydawało? Ułamek sekundy później znalazła się na dole w kałuży krwi.  

Odwrócił się. Przed nim stała Misuzu Kaneko obleczona w kilka warstw ubrań. Pewnie nie chciała przypadkiem aktywować jego Dehumanizacji podczas skoku. W głowie mu huczało, gdy w lakonicznych słowach wyjaśniała, co właśnie zrobiła:  

— Szef uznał pana za zbyt cennego, Dazai-san…  

***

Pod wodą nie było tak źle. Mętnie. Niezbyt pięknie, ale też nie całkiem brzydko. W sam raz, by umrzeć — stwierdził, czując, jak jego zapasy tlenu powoli się wyczerpują. Utonięcie mniej szokowało od powieszenia. Kunikida powinien być mu wdzięczny. Miał nadzieję, że ludzie ze Zbrojnej Agencji Detektywistycznej znajdą go dość szybko. Nie chciał im dokładać roboty. Mieli wystarczająco dużo pracy.  

Ktoś zaczął go ciągnąć w górę. W głowie już pojawiła mu się myśl, że i tym razem mu się nie uda. Kolejny raz zawali próbę samobójczą.  

Nie spodziewał się sporo młodszego od siebie chłopaka. Ubrania wskazywały na sierociniec. Niezbyt dopasowane i lekko podarte. Jedną z pierwszych rzeczy, jakie usłyszał, oprócz jego spanikowanego głosu, było burczenie brzucha. Musiał być głodny. Westchnął tylko i wskazał w kierunku najbliższej restauracji, nie zapominając po drodze wyjaśnić, dlaczego nie powinien był przerywać aktu umierania w połowie.  

Spojrzał w niebo. Zaczynało zmierzchać. Nabrał głęboko powietrza. To była ta pora. Choć [Reader] już nie było, jej kukła pozostała. Nic dwa razy codziennie o tej samej porze powtarzało:  

— Dlaczego?  

— Nie wiem — odparł. Zawsze odpowiadał to samo. Może któregoś dnia znajdzie odpowiedź.  

— Mówiłeś coś, Dazai-san? — spytał chłopak, odwracając się w jego stronę.  

— Nic takiego, Atsushi-kun.

[lazysublimeengineer]

lost kitten

Summary: Halfway starts with happiness for me

Halfway house, lost kitten in the street

Characters: Ranpo Edogawa & Nakajima Atsushi

(A/N: I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respectful ownership belongs to Metric for this song and Kafka Asagiri for this manga).

Don't say yes if you can't say no

Victim of the system, say it isn't so

Squatted on the doorstep, swollen on the blow

Leaving without you, can't say no

Nothing gets past Ranpo’s keen, chartreuse irises.

So, when his line of sight grazed over Atsushi’s form the next time the other placed the stacked of papers onto his desk with an awkward smile on his lips and a pure sparkle of curiosity pooling around his amethyst eyes, he’s quick to dismissed him as a lanky male with an airheaded disposition and a terrible person who can’t say no to other people even if he doesn’t want to do it.

A doormat with no self-preservation.

Atsushi’s existence wasn’t worth thinking about so he focused on other things.

Even when the other was kidnapped back then he didn’t hold back on his own opinion of questioning the agency’s want of saving him when it’s Atsushi’s fault for falling into that kind of situation in the first place.

Because of his stupid kindness. Naivete. And didn’t have an ounce of self-regard for himself.

Even if Fukuzawa had persuaded him successfully back then to rescue the young lad, a twinge of acerbity pooled within him as he complied with his team’s wishes and successfully rescued him with his great assistance.

Ranpo had tried to dismiss it and paid attention to other important variables of their mission even though numerous emotions had arisen within him which had his mind and heart swam into pools of confoundment.

Halfway starts with happiness for me Halfway house, lost kitten in the street Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose Kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes

Boarding on the train was a pain in the ass.

There were a lot of things that needed to be considered which always made Ranpo’s mind came into a screeching halt when processing more important information inside his head.

But most of all he hated it when he had to stare at the railway map at the train station like it was an object consisted of alien language.

For all his cleverness and intelligence, he had a terrible spatial awareness when it came to directions.

Most of the time he loathed some missions that required for him to take on the train.

“Ranpo-san…?” Atsushi’s hesitant voice in the background reached his line of hearing and halted his thoughts and concentration.

“Yeah?” He asked noncommittally.

“I already bought some train tickets so we’re good to go…” The other’s voice faltered slightly at the end which caught Ranpo’s attention and turned around to face him.

Ranpo saw the look of hesitation and slight embarrassment coloring the other’s face but what caught more of his attention was the other holding a bottle of—

“Ramune?” He voiced out.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I figured that you might be bored and probably thirsty from the heat and waiting for too long because of the long lines at the booth. So, this one’s for you Ranpo-san but I’m not sure if you’d want a drink like this—.”

“Open it and give it to me.” Ranpo cut him off lightly.

Atushi blinked at him owlishly before complying to his words and twisted the cap off from the lid. The soft, sizzling sound of the soda permeated his ears as soon as Atsushi opened it and handed it to him.

Ranpo took it in silence and drank from its contents. As the other was mostly self-conscious around him to notice anything else, one of his eyes opened slightly and let his dazzling emerald orbs bored right through the other’s soul.

He guessed that lost kittens had an interesting side after all.

No more hard-headed Saturdays They got it, they want it, they give it away Tell me one thing you would never do I was looking for a hooker when I found you

Ranpo was used to it by now.

The incompetence and inefficiency of the police in this place was something that irked him in the past but he grew mostly out of it and regarded them with a cold indifference and distaste.

But this was one of those days that his backhanded comments and smart aleck remarks had made Ranpo landed himself in hot waters with one of the police officers.

He didn’t look like it but he had a basic knowledge of self-defense techniques from Fukuzawa himself which wasn’t to be trifled either as he was trained by a previous assassin.

Besides Ranpo view the other people who resorted to violence as a retaliation as a lower being than himself as he found them dull and lacking in sharpness in thinking that fists could solve everything.

Ranpo was ready to block out the other’s officer’s incoming fists when someone blocked it already much to his brief surprise.

His eyes grew wide for a moment as he stared at Atsushi’s paws effectively caught the other’s fist and blocked his attack.

“I’d appreciate it if we don’t resort to violence sir. Especially not hitting on Ranpo-san who’s currently lending his hand and skill as a detective in solving this case.” Atsushi’s firm voice rang out.

It was rare to see and hear Atsushi being like that.

He knew that he got some hidden claws but it’s usually overshadowed by his meekness and insecure behavior most of the time.

“Tch. Whatever. Don’t think that both of you are some hotshots just because your talented people.” The officer sneered as he withdrew his fists and walked away grumbling to himself.

And just like that.

Everything went back to normal.

You've got my eyes, you've got my eyes You'll never be mine, ah, but you've got my eyes

“I can defend myself earlier.” Ranpo’s casual voice shattered the deafening silence as they’re both walked back to the train station after Ranpo solved the case at the pier.

Orangey hues spread out through the sky as the sun was already setting down in the late afternoon.

“I know Ranpo-san… But deducing something from a complicated crime such as this in just less than a few minutes is a great talent itself even greater than my own honestly… And people such as the police officers should learn to respect and appreciate that…” Atsushi paused and looked at him with a serenely downcast expression on his face, a fragile yet smile of understanding marring his features.

It made Ranpo paused gazed at him with a brief expression of being taken aback for a few seconds.

And that’s when Ranpo knew.

Atsushi was one of the genuinely accepting and selfless people he had met in his lifetime.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you come undone, I cover it up

Ranpo had realized his initial lukewarm reception towards him.

Because he saw his younger self in him.

Naïve. Accepting. Kind.

It disgusted him.

But he was more disgusted at himself.

He had turned into some jaded, cynical being disguised in the faux sweetness of his confectionaries and quick remarks to other people.

Emotions hadn’t been his strong suit and Ranpo knew that his sharp tongue and disposition with other people had always got him into trouble rather out of it.

But an unknown, niggling feeling within him had urged to take a good look at Atsushi and pay more attention to him.

And his intrigue grew with each moment passed them by.

So pent-up, I was coming home to you Happy in the nighttime, howlin' at the moon Sippin' on a cocktail, drinking in the loo There's something about you I hold on to

Days trickled by that turned into weeks.

They both found themselves in being partnered often in missions together.

Mostly because aside Atsushi being too kind in refusing tasks and partners being assigned to him, he was one of the few people who possessed a genuine patience that can rival a saint when it came to dealing with Ranpo’s fractious personality.

Their silence inside the train rides slowly turned into occasional small talks: mostly with Ranpo commenting idly on his observations about other people and ranting about everything else. Until it turned into a two-way street of conversation between the two of them.

Ranpo found out even with their stark differences, they have oblique similarities.

They’re fiercely protective of people they care about even if it’s in the form of different entire beings.

Opinions of the people they greatly respected and admire about were both important to them.

When the train ride was over, Ranpo had looked over the horizon where the sun was setting peacefully.

A maelstrom of emotions was awakening within him as he stayed longer by Atsushi side.

And he didn’t want it to end.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you're blind, I cover it up

(A/N: Yeah, pretty damn late getting into this fandom. But what can I say? Ranatsu is the first rare ship that caught my attention in this franchise, and I just had to get this out of my system. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

[imagineanime2022]

They're Jealous

Osamu Dazai X Fem!Reader Chuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader Atsushi Nakajima X Fem!Reader Ryunosuke Akutagawa X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I think i want to request this request for a long time now, so i want to request headcanon Dazai, Chuya, Atsushi and our local emo boy Akutagawa (separate) react when they jealous and they're s/o was oblivious fool who don't aware what happen. Thank you from write my request.

Warning: Pushing dudes

Osamu Dazai

🩹 Dazai was secretly possessive, in a way that everyone except you could see. He very rarely let you go anywhere on your own. 🩹 I’m pretty sure that he slipped a tracker and listening device in your jacket so that he knew where you were at all times and could hear if you were ever in trouble. 🩹 His version of trouble and yours were very different so expect him to show up at the most inopportune times. You were often left cleaning up after him when he ruins something or causes trouble, 🩹 Your inability to realise when someone was flirting with you was the real problem here because when it came down to it that was the problem.

You don’t even know when he got there, you had been trying to find something for lunch when a guy walked over to you “Are you looking for somewhere to eat?” He asked. “Oh yeah, I’m trying to decide what to have for lunch.” You answered with a soft smile. “I know a good place to eat if you're looking to try something new. I can take you there.” He suggested. “Oh that kind-” “She really doesn’t need your help.” Dazai’s voice sounded behind you and you looked at him and frowned looking behind you. “He was just going to show me somewhere to get lunch Dazai.” You mumbled. “He wants more than lunch.” Dazai muttered. “Woah.” The guy lifted his hands as he looked at you. “Is this guy your brother or something?” “He’s actually my boyfriend, do you mind if he comes along?” You asked. “Oh uhh, you know I’ll just give you directions.” He said as Dazai smirked behind you, if anyone knew him before the ADA they would have thought that he had rejoined the mafia with the look he was giving this man. The rushed instructions that he gave you were quickly forgotten as Dazai draped himself over you. “Are you really going to go to that place he told you about!” Dazai whined. “Would it make you feel better if I say no?” You asked. “Yes.” He answered. “Fine then I won’t go. I don’t understand why it means so much to you but there you go.” You shrugged as you pulled him towards a cafe to get something to eat. Dazai watched you walk and smiled while your obliviousness bothered him. He never wanted you to change, he wanted to keep you this way until the end of your days.

Chuya Nakahara

🍷 Chuya’s always been volatile, anyone could have told you that but he became more so when he started dating you, male members were genuinely afraid of talking to you and other executives had taken to just sending a female operative to speak to you instead. 🍷 Trust literally no one because he worries that you’ll realise that they are better than him (Dazai never helped with that considering his teasing or Chuya’s physical attributes and personality.) 🍷 Chuya was always there in some capacity, so it was rare that anyone flirted with you but it happened sometimes. 🍷 This guy must have had a death wish because he could see Chuya, he could feel Chuya glaring at him.

You were out looking for a new pair of gloves, you had managed to completely ruin your old ones on your most recent mission “what do you think, fingers or no fingers?” You asked as you held up one hand with the leather fingerless gloves and the other with a normal set of gloves. Chuya looked at you. “Does that matter?” He asked. “Come on answer!” You whined and he rolled his eyes. “I think the fingerless ones look great on you.” A guy called over, you looked over at him and he smiled. “Really?” You asked, holding your hand in front of you. “Mmm.” He hummed “I can show you some other stuff that goes well with them.” “Like hell you can.” Chuya grumbled as he reached out, grabbing your hand and stopping you from walking towards the man. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “What do you mena what’s wrong?” Chuya asked. “He’s flirting with you.” “Are you flirting with me?” You asked. “Do you want me to be?” The guy asked and you looked at him tilting your head to the side. “He’s my boyfriend.” You mumbled pointing at Chuya who was glaring at the man before you even realised what happened. Chuya delivered a hard punch to the guy's face, he recoiled and disappeared holding his bleeding nose. “You didn’t need to do that.” “I did.” He argued “get the other gloves.” “Why?” You asked. “They match mine.” He answered, you couldn’t see his face but you were sure that he was blushing, you discarded the fingerless glove and picked up the other glove to make a pair before heading over to the cash register to pay, while Chuya followed after like a guard Chihuahua until you left.

Atsushi Nakajima

🐅 Atsushi honestly doesn’t believe that he deserves you, so when people start flirting two things happen, he gets worried and then he gets angry. 🐅 He never outwardly tries to stop anything from happening, he wants to trust that you are going to come back to him and you always do. 🐅 He does keep an eye on you though in case someone gets too handsy or too pushy. 🐅 As he became more in tune with the tiger inside of him it became harder to ignore someone trying to take you away from him.

You were questioning the witnesses for the most recent case that you were on, you had both split up to try and cover as many people as you could, you started talking to a guy, Atsushi had hoped that he would get to him first he didn’t like the look of him and the feeling only increased as he watched him interact with you, he leaned too close, talked with a slimy smirk on his face and touched your arm constantly. Before he knew what he was doing he walked over. “Is everything okay?” Atsushi asked and you looked back at him and smiled. “Yeah everything is fine.” You nodded. “Have you gotten anything?” He asked. “No one knows anything so far, but uh this guy was about to tell me something he said that he wanted something in return.” You explained. “What do you want?” Atsushi asked. “Just a date?” He answered, you both looked at him, Atsushi wasn’t surprised given the obvious flirting but you seemed blind sided. “Um-” “Come on, I’m sure that I can show you a good time.” He smirked as he leaned forward, and Atsushi pushed him back slightly. “What the hell is your problem?” The guy asked. “Back off.” Atsushi ordered. “Let her answer. You can answer for yourself right sweetheart?” “He’s my boyfriend.” You answered, the man in front of you frowned. “If you didn’t want to go on a date with me, you don’t need to lie to me.” He stormed away, you stepped forward but Atsushi stopped you. “Don’t worry he doesn’t need to believe it.” He said, guiding you away from the guy and back to work.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

🧥 Akutagawa was arrogant about a lot of things but when it came to relationships he made sure that it was clear what was going on. 🧥 He’s a dangerous individual that flies off the handle at the smallest thing but that’s the only indication that he cares about whatever is happening, he’s bad at expressing how much he cares for you which often leads people to think that you're just friends or even siblings when you are out together. 🧥 Akutagawa had gotten used to getting rid of all his problems by erasing their existence but that was difficult to do in the middle of a cafe that you had decided to get a drink at. 🧥 So instead he gritted his teeth and waited for you to correct what was happening but he quickly realised that you didn’t even realise what it was that was happening.

You were talking to the waiter but you didn’t seem to realise the obvious flirting, Akutagawa’s leg was bouncing under the table and glared at the menu in front of him “‘Gawa have you decided what you want?” You asked, he cleared his throat and quickly gave his order before going back to glaring at the table. “Is something wrong?” “There should be.” He answered, you looked at him and frowned. “What do you mean?” You asked, tipping your head to the side and he rolled his eyes. “He’s flirting with you.” Akutagawa answered. “He is?” You asked. “Yes he is.” Akutagawa said as you leaned forward. “Are you jealous?” You asked. “…You can’t tell when someone is flirting with you but you know the concept of jealousy… Of course.” Akutagawa rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, you moved from your seat across from him and sat next to him instead. “You wouldn’t have to be jealous if you’d just sit next to me or hold my hand sometimes.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes but before he could say anything the waiter came back over he put your drinks on the table, you both noticed the small piece of paper under your cup. “Take that back.” Akutagawa ordered, referring to the paper as you lifted the cup. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “This.” You answered, passing him back the paper which you were both sure had his number on it. “He’s my boyfriend.” The waiter walked away without saying anything else and Akutagawa seemed to relax after that gently playing with the fingers of the hand that was closest to him as you talked about something he was only vaguely listening to.

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Cg Atsushi/Little Akutagawa

Atsushi and Akutagawa had just finished a mission, and they were headed back to the Agency where Agency and Port Mafia members alike had to report after a joint mission.

Akutagawa was lagging behind Atsushi, who was getting increasingly annoyed with Akutagawa, as Atsushi just wanted to report back to the Agency and go about the rest of his day.

"Akutagawa." He snapped. "Hurry up. I don't have all day, you know. Stop being so slow. I never thought Port Mafia members could be so incompetent." Atsushi continued to walk but stopped when he didn't hear Akutagawa following him.

"What is it now?" Atsushi asked, turning back around to look at Akutagawa. He was about to make another mean comment but stopped himself as he saw some tears forming in Akutagawa's eyes. "Akutagawa?"He asked uncertainly.

"M sowwy. M sowwy, m sowwy, m sowwy. Sowwy, sowwy, sowwy." Akutagawa apologized, repeating the apology over and over again. Atsushi finally realized what was happening. Akutagawa was regressed, and Atsushi had said some really mean stuff to him. Atsushi did have some experience with looking after littles, seeing as some members of the Agency regress, and Atsushi sometimes helps with looking after them.

"Hey, Aku? I said some really mean stuff there, didn't I? I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, especially when you are small." Atsushi apologized. Akutagawa still had tears running down his face, but when Atsushi told him he knew he was small, Akutagawa's eyes widened as he just stared at Atsushi.

"I sowwy." He apologized. "You're sorry? For what, Aku?" Atsushi asked. "Fo bein small. It bad." Akutagawa told him. "Being small is bad? No, it isn't. Whoever told you that didn't know what they were talking about." Atsushi told Akutagawa. "Reawwy?" Akutagawa asked. "Really." Atsushi replied, giving Akutagawa a reassuring smile. "Now, let's report back to the Agency, and then we can go to my house."

Akutagawa and Atsushi had just reported back to the Agency, and Atsushi had just successfully snuck Akutagawa into his apartment. Atsushi was still living in the apartment block that the Agency had provided, and the rules stated that under no circumstance should a Port Mafia member be allowed in the apartment block.

As they entered, Atsushi took Akutagawa to get into more comfortable clothes, and then they both went to get a snack. Atsushi had gotten out some toys for Akutagawa to play with if he wanted, and Akutagawa chose some blocks, which he used to build many different structures, which were all eventually broken down to make new structures.

Overall, despite the miscommunication that happened in the morning, Atsushi and Akutagawa had an amazing day.

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FINALLY I REMEMBER TO POST THIS FUCKIN’ THING

Been forgetting to for like, a month straight-

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heres my very short sskk oneshot based on cherry wine by hozier! i wrote this in literally half an hour so dont come for me 😭😭

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I realyyyy love angst :D

There's a oneshot or a scenario that i've been thinking about that's been rotting all over my head where what if reader / s/o is in their deathbed and about to die soon to a uncurable illness and (character) (i guess chuuya or sigma? idm) who thinks of reader as someone special to them is watching over them until their very last breath

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WHAT WILL THWY DO AND HOW WILL THEY REACT BEFORE AND AFTER DEATH!?!?

Haha my silly little idea is getting the best of me i just wanted to share this idea because i want my feelings to get hurt

❝ until your last 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ˎˊ˗

warnings: death . characters: dazai osamu, atsushi nakajima, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky, chuuya nakahara . synopsis: their s/o is on their deathbed, they all have their own ways of coping with it . a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to, i was thinking very hard! i hope this is to your liking and you don’t mind little ideas like this instead of a scenario ^^;

DAZAI —

— Dazai doesn’t know what to exactly make of the whole situation, you are so incredibly important to him and now he’s going to lose you? It’s sending him into a downward spiral.

— He refuses to touch you anymore, he just can’t do it

— He wants to make the most out of what little time you have left together but he also has an urge to cut ties with you and make it easier on both of you

— He eventually decides that he can hold your hand at least while you lay in that hospital bed

— After you pass, he tries his best to take care of himself because he knows that’s what you’d want, but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard

— He visits your grave frequently at first, then it dies down to your birthday, anniversaries, and holidays

ATSUSHI —

— He has been keeping a close eye on you since he first noticed you were sick, and he’s been taking great care of you ever since! However, that doesn’t stop the inevitable

— When he heard the news, tears welled in his eyes and he had to excuse himself, he didn’t want to cry in front of you

— He kept you company as much as he could

— On days where he had a lot of work, he’d ask someone else like Kyouka to go check on you

— He would prepare little lunch boxes for you every day and bring them to you

— He brings a lunch box to your grave for you

SIGMA —

— He paced around a lot in the hospital room, especially after he heard the news

— He tried so hard to think of a solution but nothing realistic came to mind

— He had you come stay in a room at the casino so he could at least still be close to you even when he had work

— Your room was kept away from any other visitors and was close to his office, making it easy for him to check on you

— He asked his staff members to change your glass of water frequently and give you a new warm blanket when you needed it

— He kept himself busy with work to try and keep away the dread of your passing

FYODOR —

— After hearing the news, he decided it would be best to care for you at home instead of being kept in such a dreary hospital

— He would read books to you to keep you entertained

— He’d bring his laptop into your room sometimes so that he could at least keep you company even while he worked

— He’d cook soup for you frequently, sometimes even feeding it to you

— He asks you if you have any wishes before you go, he doesn’t want you leaving with any regrets, and he does whatever he can to make it all come true

— He attends to any possible unfinished business you may have before your passing so that you can go without worry

CHUUYA —

— He really doesn’t believe it at first

— He contacts Mori and asks him to look over the medical records and tell him the truth; Mori tells him that it is in fact all real

— He’ll often sit next to you and squeeze your hand, refusing to let go

— He’ll fall asleep with you in your hospital room, draped over you in your bed

— He sits next to you and cuts your apple slices into bunnies, or sometimes other, more intricate shapes

— He asks you often if there’s anything you need him to do for you, also wanting to fulfill any last wishes you may have

— He makes sure you have a proper funeral, he’s tired of those he cares about not getting one.