#bsd oc Vixi

[wildnya]

Chapter 2: Yes, Definitely That One

Tachihara and Higuchi slid into a bar booth to join Hirosu, Oda, Yosano, Kouyou, and Dazai after a long day of work. “How strong?” Tachihara asked after one look at his boss, head on the table, sobbing. Yosano held up two fingers in response while still locked in a conversion with Oda. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” Hirosu confirmed, seeing the younger mafiosos skeptical looks “he’s only had two, he’s on his third one right now.” “AND I’LL HAVE MORE TO DRINK AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW.” Dazai sobbed, slapping the table with his free hand “ALL I WANNA DO IS SEARCH FOR MY BELLADONNA BUT CHUUYA ISN’T BEING NICE. IT’S BEEN A WEEK, WHAT IF SHE’S ALREADY GONE? WHAT WILL I DO THEN?” he downed the rest of his drink, shouting for another one. 

“Nevermind, level three, but be prepared for four and possibly five.” Yosano paused in her conversion to correct herself. “SHUT UP, I’M VALID.” a few halfhearted slaps were given to the doctors arm “YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND IF YOU SAW HER TOO. SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING TO WALK THIS PLANET, NO, THIS UNIVERSE. YOU WON’T UNDERSTAND UNTIL YOU’VE SEEN-!” his wails were cut short by Kouyou smacking his head onto the table, sipping away at her whine without a comment. Higuchi cringed, quietly asking if this was how she used to be before senpai got a girlfriend. While Hirosu assured her it was never that bad sudden loud, genuine laughter rang through the bar. The group would have usually ignored this, but Dazai sitting up with such speed a NASCar race car would be jealous indicated otherwise.

“How do you mess up that badly?” Dazai swung his head around, looking for the source of that sweet voice. Then he found it, and there she was. She was slapping the bar counter, wheezing at the two men beside her “you’re such an idiot, dude!” one of the men was laughing alongside her, not nearly as hard though. “Hey, it’s not that bad of an idea!” The third of the trio protested “there’s chocolate chips in them, and they’re usually easy to melt!” “the cookie itself is -wheeze- hard though! Of course it would -snort- not work!” Dazai couldn’t take his eyes off her face. How long had it been since he’d heard someone laugh so genuinely and look that adorable at the same time? Her face had turned a slight shade of pink as she continued to giggle at her friend as he protested against his stupidity.

“Fine, I’ll use your microwave next time to experiment!” her giggles stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry, please repeat that.” demeanor making a complete 180, her face was no longer warm and inviting. The friend who microwaved the cookies face now had an ‘oh shit’ look. The other had a similar one, his saying ‘oh shit he fucked up’. “Touch my kitchen. I dare you.” The sudden calmness in her voice alongside the look in her eyes radiated energy that should not be provoked unless you were okay with getting hurt. “F-fuck, man, you know I’m joking!” the girl blinked at the response “... oops, didn’t mean to get like that,” she let out a light laugh “sorry!” He waved it off “meh, I shoulda known you’d do that, we all know how much you love your kitchen!” she crossed her legs, raising her drink “damn right.”

“-zai, DAZAI!” Dazai snapped out of his trance at the pulling on his cheek by Kouyou. “Owowow, Ane-san! What is it-?” “is that her?” she ignored him, gesturing with her drink in hand. “YES.” he all but shouted “GORGEOUS, IS SHE NOT?” Kouyou eyed her, finishing her wine before answering “her style is lacking, but otherwise I have to agree, now go get her number.” Dazai blinked “...nani?” he actually hadn’t thought of doing anything beyond watching her from afar, and the sudden thought of acting on such actions suddenly made him unusually nervous.

“You heard me. Go get her number.” Kouyou nudged him until he was on his feet. “E-eh?! B-but Ane-san, isn’t it too soon-?” “Dazai, go get her number,” Oda suddenly spoke up “she’s about to leave.” These were the words that got the young mafia boss moving.

Ango joined them as Dazai rushed over to the trio who’d just paid for their drinks, a familiar fennec fox dozing off on his shoulder. He only had to point to get his question across, and only needed a nod from them to get his answer. “Long day?” Oda slid a drink over to the eyebagged ability user as he took a seat next to him. Ango grunted in response, “wake Vixi if I pass out, she’ll be able to get us home fine.”  Oda just patted his shoulder.

“I GOT IT.” Dazai came bounding back, eyes glittering like a puppy retrieving a ball “I GOT IT! ARE YOU PROUD, ODASAKU, ANE-SAN?” the fox suddenly perked up, ears flicking and nose twitching. “Is something wrong, Vixi?” Ango turned his head slightly. His ability user wife didn’t reply right away, but he did notice her eyes were on his friend's crush. She let out a snort, laying her head back down, eyes still remaining on the girl even after she had left the bar. Having worked with and known each other for many years now, the pair could understand what the other meant through the simplest of gestures. This was no exception, Ango clearly knew what she was conveying: “maybe.”

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come get ya juice things are about to really get going...

tomorrow time to recharge goodnight