#dazai is really good at picking up instruments but plays violin the most

[ratsbanes]

fyodor plays the cello

dazai plays the violin

chuuya plays the guitar

and ranpo plays the piano

i dont make the rules

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Could I request headcanons of Chuuya with a girlfriend who is shorter than him, plays a lot of instruments(Piano, flute, violin, percussion, I guess singing counts too?) professionally, and is sun allergic? I’m sorry if it’s too much!

FOR BB!! Also hell yeah for marching band!! I miss my marching band days.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

High School AU

You sat in the back of the music room, waiting for the teacher to give the signal that it was time to head out onto the field. It was the first game of the season, the Homecoming Game, also known as the most important football game of the year. The sun was still setting, but just there enough to cause your eyes to water and you to start sniffling.

“You alright?” Chuuya came up to you, the drum sticks tried under his arm. He was so cute in his marching band uniform, and you had secretly been crushing on him since the first day you saw him. The two of you had managed to become super close, and you hoped deep down that he would ask you to the homecoming dance.

He waved his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of the daydream daze you were in and you shook your head, giving him an awkward chuckle. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. The sun is just setting off my allergy. Hopefully it’ll be fully set before we go out on the field.” You gave him a sheepish smile and he looked out the window then back to you.

“Oh yeah, do you need a tissue? We can’t afford to lose our best percussionist.” He smiled back to you and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Uhm, first thing, your flirting sucks, and second, marimba isn’t percussion. Duh.” Dazai’s voice broke through, and you watched as he brought the trumpet up to his lips, trying to play it as he walked closer.

“Dude, shut up! Also, the marimba is definitely a percussion instrument. How did you even make it into this class. Who’s trumpet is that?” Just seeing Dazai had Chuuya on the verge of a fit of rage. His last question was answered when Kunikida ran over to where Dazai was standing, blowing into the mouth piece, producing a bunch of spit but no sound.

“Dammit Dazai, now I’m gonna have to disinfect it.” Kunikida said, snatching the instrument from Dazai’s hands with a look of disgust. “Also, the marimba is definitely a percussion instrument.” He added before walking away, mumbling under his breath about how disgusting it is to use someone else’s mouthpiece.

“I don’t know what his problem is.” Dazai shrugged, then looked down at you. “You look very good in the uniform by the way, Y/N.” His voice was suggestive and if it were possible, Chuuya would have smoke coming out of his ears, he looked so pissed at Dazai’s comment.

“SHE ALREADY KNOWS THAT!” He shouted, smacking Dazai with one of the drumsticks. “Y/N, you look great.” He said, and you dropped your head to try to hide your blushing face.

“Dude, why not ask her out already.” Dazai said, dodging Chuuya’s second hit. “I’m just saying!” He held his hands up as he backed away. “You guys would be soooo cute together.”

“I... He.... heh... let’s get your instrument down to the field?” Chuuya stumbled over his words, obviously put in an awkward situation and he didn’t know how to react at all. “Kenji, give us a hand?” Chuuya called to him from across the room. The saxophone player was rather strong considering his small build. He easily lifted the other end of the instrument with no sign of a struggle, he didn’t even break a sweat.

You sat on the bleachers with Chuuya, waiting for the other members of the band to come out. Chuuya situated himself between you and the light of the setting sun to help keep your eyes from watering. “Are you nervous?” He asked, noticing your fingers tapping nervously against your lap. He placed his hand over yours to keep you from tapping, and you felt the blush rise into your cheeks again. “There’s no need to be nervous, most of these people talk over our playing anyway.”

“I-I’m not nervous, I just...” You noticed he was staring at you, his eyebrows raised, obviously not fooled by your lie. “Alright... maybe I am. But...”

“I’ll be right next to you the entire time.” He whispered, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. It made your heart rate spike and you tried to keep your heavy breathing to a minimum. “Oh, looks like everyone’s coming down now. Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded quickly.

Everyone lined up on the field, getting into the formation that had been practiced multiple times over the last two months. The sun had finally set, but that was the least of your worries at this point. All the lights, all the eyes on you, it had you sweating profusely. Chuuya looked down at you and noticed how pale you had turned, the tiny beads of sweat that were forming on your forehead considering how chilly it was. “Psst.... hey.” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. You looked up to him, his smile seemed brighter than any of the lights on the field. “Keep your eyes on me, whenever you feel nervous, just look at me. Okay?” His voice was soothing and you felt yourself relax a little.

You and your instrument were in the center of the field, the rest of the band had circled around you, but you kept your eyes on Chuuya, his red hair peaking out of the hat let you know that it was definitely him. You felt a pair of eyes on the back of your head and you turned around to see that it was Dazai. He licked his lips and winked at you before wrapping his mouth around the mouthpiece of the saxophone. You faced back to your teacher quickly, his hands were in the air as he waited for everyone to get ready. Then they dropped, and the sound of everyone’s instruments filled the field. The band started to move, walking in sync to the rhythm of the music and your eyes focused in on Chuuya, you could pick out the sound of his instrument through the sound of everyone else’s. When his solo came up you couldn’t fight the grin that spread across your face, hearing him play, it was pure talent. His drum solo was absolutely flawless, and you almost missed your time to start playing again, you were so entranced by his playing.

The football game started and the band took their seats at the far end of the bleachers, all the instruments and their cases littered the ground in front of the seats. You were sat between Akutagawa and Chuuya who talked across you about how football was meaningless. The crowd roared when the team scored a touchdown and Akutagawa groaned. “They didn’t cheer like that when we were done playing. They don’t appreciate the art that is playing an instrument.” Chuuya nodded at Aku’s words.

“Well I think we played really well tonight!” Tanizaki chimed in, leaning forward so he was peaking between yours and Chuuya’s shoulders.

“Heck yeah! We were awesome tonight!” Atsushi added, patting Chuuya’s back. “Oh, where’s Ranpo?” Atsushi asked, looking around the bleachers.

“He went to the snack stand. You want to go?” Tanizaki asked and Atsushi nodded. Akutagawa, Kenji, and Kunikida followed behind them.

You shivered as a breeze blew through the stands, and Chuuya wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You leaned against him, he was so warm and you enjoyed the feeling of his arm around you. “Awwww. You guys are so cute. Can you just ask her already!?” Dazai’s voice broke through, ruining the serene moment. You sighed and moved away as Chuuya did a 180 and turned to face Dazai who was sitting two stands up.

“Will you just shut up for once? God, you’re so annoying!” Chuuya argued, and you could see how agitated he was when Dazai just laughed. Chuuya’s cheeks burned red when he turned back around, he was breathing heavy as he tried to control his anger.

“You should just ignore him. He’s trying to make you mad.” Dazai’s laughter ringed in your ears as you tried to help calm Chuuya. He sighed loudly before standing up and stepping over your legs.

“You wanna take a walk?” He asked, waiting for you to follow him. Dazai’s clapping and cheering irked the both of you, and you saw Chuuya clench his fists as he walked a little faster, most likely to get away from Dazai as fast as possible so he wouldn’t punch him.

He held the doors open for you as you walked into the school. The empty building brought peace now instead of the anxiety that usually came along with the over congested hallways. It was quiet, and your footsteps with Chuuya’s seemed to echo down the long halls. Even your breathing seemed to be amplified by the emptiness.

“Chuuya...”

“Y/N...” You both spoke at the same time and you let out an awkward giggle that matched his own. “Oh sorry, you can go first.”

“No, no, what were you going to say?” You asked, stopping at the stairwell and taking a seat on the bottom step. Now that the two of you were alone you could hear your heart beating in your ears, your entire body felt warm as his eyes lingered on your face.

“Are you... uh... going to homecoming?” He asked, refusing to sit down. He was standing in front of you, biting his lip as he waited for your answer. You shook your head no and he smiled a little. “Oh... well... would you maybe want to... I don’t know... go with me?” Your stomach did a somersault as his words registered in your brain.

“Like, as friends?” You asked, hoping that he’d say no. He shrugged and finally took a seat next to you.

“I mean... if you want to go as friends.... but....” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence. The sound of footsteps racing down the hallway startled the both of you.

Tachihara turned the corner and spotted the two of you and he sighed. “Man, teach is freaking out because of you two. We’re about to go on for half time.” He was out of breath from running and you found it hard to hold back your laughter seeing him so flustered.

“Sorry dude, we’re coming.” Chuuya said, stifling his own laughter.

The three of you sprinted through the empty hallways, bursting through the double doors. You took your place on the field where the rest of the band was already in formation. Your teacher scowled at you and Chuuya, but that wasn’t even the worst. Dazai’s smug smirk put you on edge and you couldn’t shake the awkward, uneasy feeling his look gave you.

Chuuya’s words replayed in your mind over and over as you watched him move across the field. What was he going to say after the but? You wished that Tachihara hadn’t barged in at such a bad time, now you were left with the overwhelming feeling of nervousness at Chuuya’s unfinished sentence.

The music faded, and the band ran off the field as the crowd erupted with applause as the football teams sprinted out on the field. Everyone began packing away their instruments, ready to finish up the night and go home. You held Chuuya’s tenor drums as he and Kenji worked to carry in your marimbas. The two walked ahead as you stayed behind talking with Tanizaki and Atsushi who were taking apart their clarinets. “So where were you and Chuuya anyway?” Tanizaki asked, genuinely curious as he was highly worried when they couldn’t find you at first.

“Well... we were-“ You began but Dazai jumped in again.

“You two were probably making out in an empty stairwell. Ha! So cool, didn’t know you had it in you Y/N.” He said, leaning closer to you. “You know if Chuuya won’t ask you out-“

“Shut up Osamu.” You mumbled, pulling away from his whispering lips that were far too close to your ear.

“I like when you say my name like that.” He winked at you before walking away. Akutagawa shook his head as he looked after Dazai.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just a typical upperclassman. He probably hasn’t even had a girlfriend.” Tanizaki said, patting your shoulder to try to make you feel less upset about what he had said.

“Yeah, he acts like he’s....” You stopped listening to them, you just wanted to get back up to the classroom and put your stuff away so you could go home.

Chuuya was waiting for you next to the door to the classroom, he had already changed out of his uniform, his backpack slung over one arm as he scanned the hallways, his eyes lit up when he spotted you. He took his drums from your hands and took them to the back of the class and you followed him. “You took a while, I was starting to get worried that Dazai got to you until he came up.” He chuckled, but you could hear that the thought alone made him uncomfortable. “I’ll let you get changed.” He reminded you that you were still wearing your uniform and you nodded, grabbing your backpack and heading to the restroom to change.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, suddenly self conscious about the way you looked. You so badly wanted Chuuya to like you, as more than a friend. Whenever you were around him you felt like you couldn’t breathe, he was so perfect and there was nothing more that you wanted than to call him your boyfriend. You didn’t know how he felt though, and you were way too nervous to ask him. You walked out of the bathroom, heading back to the music room to wait for your ride. Chuuya had probably already left, you would never find out what would come after the but. Even if you were to go to homecoming as friends, there was nothing bad about that, you would still be with him... right?

Taking a seat on the piano bench, you dropped your bag to the floor next to you and began playing a song that you had made up on the spot. It started out cheery, lilting and fun, then it slowly turned more solemn, kind of how you felt whenever you were with Chuuya. He was always able to cheer you up, he made you happy, he made you smile, whenever he would hug you it felt like your heart would explode out of your chest. Even with all of that though, you knew that there would never be anything more to your relationship. You would never be able to walk down the halls with your hand intertwined with his, giving him a quick kiss after he drops you off at your class. There would be no cute couple photos taken in photo booths filling the front of your binder.

Your fingers slid from the piano keys and rested by your side. “That was beautiful, I’ve never heard the song before. What song is it?” His voice was soft, he was hoping not to surprise you by coming in, and he was glad that he got to listen to you play. He never knew that you could play the piano, but that was just another thing he could add to the list of things you did that amazed him.

“I uh... I made it up.” You said, turning around in the bench to face him. “I thought you had already left.”

“No... I never got the chance to finish what I was saying earlier.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously, biting his cheek as he thought of how to word what he was going to say next. “I uhm... I didn’t want to just go as friends. I wanted to know if.... maybe you would like to be my girlfriend?” He asked, his voice rising an octave with each word.

You were shocked that he had asked, you had never thought that he felt that way about you. You couldn’t even manage to say yes, so you nodded, you nodded so fast that it made your head hurt. He laughed at your reaction, stepping forward to stand in front of you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up off the bench, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. It was different from the friendly hug he’d usually give you whenever he saw you in the hallways at school.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to ask you that?” He asked quietly, his lips brushing the top of your head. The feeling sent shivers down your spine and you sighed as you rested your head against his chest.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask?”

[waveswordswhispers]

Duet Music

Shin Soukoku Week Day Two: Aqua Blue/High School

PLEASE NOTE THAT I KNOW NOTHING OF PLAYING ANY INSTRUMENT EXCEPT ON OCCASION, CLARINET, BASS CLARINET AND PIANO, FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT ANY MISTAKES I HAVE MADE.

"Ah," Chuuya sounded apologetic, "I'm really sorry Atsushi-kun, but I've already partnered up with the shitty bastard." Atsushi shook his head, laughing.

"No, no!" he replied lightly. "It's fine!"

Dazai ambled over, slinging an arm over Atsushi's shoulder, quirking an eyebrow.

"Atsushi-kun, are you flirting with my boyfriend?" he gasped, sounding scandalized. Even though Atsushi knew Dazai was teasing, he couldn't help but flush and shake his head frantically, stuttering as he denied it.

"Hey," Chuuya scolded Dazai, poking Dazai with his bow. "Stop it, we need to practice."

Dazai snickered, swatting away the bow before letting Atsushi go, grabbing his own bow and sitting down, picking up his cello from its resting place.

Atsushi swallowed, remembering his problem.

He still didn't have a partner.

Wonderful.

"If you're looking for a partner," Dazai spoke up as he tuned his cello. "I hear Akutugawa-kun is still free."

Atsushi opened his mouth to object.

It wasn't like he didn't like Akutugawa, he just thought that he wouldn't be able to handle the foul mouthed, short tempered but undeniably talented violinist.

Atsushi already messed up regularly when he played the piano, he was certain if he partnered up with Akutugawa, his nerves would be an even bigger mess and he'd be stumbling over notes left and right.

"HEY AKUTUGAWA!" Dazai bellowed, waving the aforementioned person over. "DO YOU HAVE A PARTNER YET?"

Akutugawa stormed over, the crush of music students trying to work out their duets before the deadline parting for him.

"No."

"Great!" Dazai exclaimed. "You know Atsushi-kun right?" Atsushi looked around, locking eyes with Chuuya who was shaking his head slowly.

"No," Akutugawa replied, eyeing Atsushi with distaste. "I don't." Dazai froze, smile becoming stretched as Akutugawa and Atsushi stared at each other, Atsushi nervously fiddling with his fingers, Akutugawa's jaw working.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Chuuya dragged his bow across the strings of his violin, making a terrible screeching noise that immediately jerked Dazai out of his shock.

"That's fine!" Dazai continued, his voice light and cheery. "You both don't have partners and you might as well get to know each other!" Atsushi attempted to speak but it came out as an illegible, strangled noise.

"Fine," Akutugawa finally said as the bell rang, signalling their next class. "Pick a piece," he snapped before leaving, not bothering to address Atsushi directly.

Atsushi's mouth hung open and he turned to Chuuya who was looking a little sorry.

"Well," Chuuya sighed. "At least you have a partner now."

Atsushi buried his head in his hands and Dazai cackled.

Atsushi had chosen, with the help of Kunikida, Elizabeth from Shining Silver Skies by Ashram.

He's already started practicing non stop, knowing he'd need to in order to get even get the piece into decent shape.

Akutugawa had scoffed when Atsushi handed him the music sheets but he hadn't said anything else, so Atsushi hoped it was okay.

Chuuya and Dazai were already syncing their Johann Halvorsen's "Duo for Violin and Cello, after Handel," no doubt way ahead of anyone else.

Atsushi winced as he stumbled over the arpeggios again but kept on going, promising himself that he'd at least reach the end of the piece this time. Akutugawa was still learning the notes, lips pressed into a frown as he went over the more difficult parts slowly, but it was already sounding better than Atsushi's part.

They largely ignored each other, Atsushi practicing relentlessly, trying to pretend he wasn't in a room full of people who could hear every mistake he made.

When Akutugawa tapped his shoulder gently, Atsushi's hand came slamming down on the keyboard as he jumped, nearly screaming.

He had been so into practicing he hadn't noticed class was almost over.

"Have you learned it?" Akutugawa asked impatiently and Atsushi nodded.

He had, but playing it flawlessly was another thing.

Akutugawa asked if he wanted to try to sync it and even though Atsushi nodded, his fingers were stiffening.

"One, two, three," Akutugawa counted them in slowly and Atsushi took off racing, his hands shaking as he rushed ahead of Akutugawa.

Akutugawa stopped, tutting and shaking his head. Atsushi stopped as well, clasping his hands together, staring down at his lap.

"HEY!" Dazai shouted. "YOU CAN ALWAYS TRY AGAIN TOMORROW!"

Akutugawa shrugged and left as soon as the bell rang, leaving Atsushi to pack up.

They tried it again the next day.

And the next.

And the next.

By the end of the week, it was clear Akutugawa was reaching the end of his patience, nearly throwing down his violin as Atsushi sped up again.

"I'm sorry!" Atsushi apologized and Akutugawa glared, losing count of how many times he'd heard the apology in the day alone.

"I'm leaving early," he snapped, packing up his violin and storming out. Dazai and Chuuya halted in the middle of their piece, Chuuya shooting Dazai a deadly look and Dazai laughing sheepishly.

Atsushi hung his head and went back to practicing.

Atsushi unlocked the music room after school , grateful his music teacher was willing to let him use the piano for extra practice after hours.

He took in a deep breath and started.

Atsushi lost track of how long he practiced but when the fact that he was hungry finally registered, his fingers were aching.

He took down the sheets, closed the piano and checked the time, wincing when he realized that he would have to walk home, too late for the buses.

As he stood up, a familiar voice rung out through the air.

"You are good," Akutugawa called as he opened the door, strolling in. "You actually barely make mistakes."

Atsushi screamed, actually let it out this time and clutched his bag to his chest, pointing his phone at Akutugawa like it would help him fend off an attacker.

Akutugawa raised an eyebrow, holding up his hands in surrender and Atsushi saw a violin case in one hand and... Take out food in the other.

"Maybe you should eat first," Akutugawa continued. "And then we can talk."

"Talk about what?" Atsushi squeaked.

"Why I'm scaring you and what I can do to make you feel more comfortable," Akutugawa answered with a sigh, rolling his eyes.

"O-Oh," Atsushi relaxed slightly, reaching for the offered meal. "Thank you?"

"I see no reason why you're afraid of me," Akutugawa huffed, sitting down crossed legged while pulling a container of rice out of his bag.

"HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR FACE AKUTUGAWA-KUN? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WANT TO MURDER SOMEONE HALF THE TIME!" Dazai yelled cheerfully, sliding past the room, Chuuya barrelling after him with an indignant 'Dazai you fucking idiot!'

Akutugawa's face twitched.

"Moving on," he gritted out, nearly snapping his chopsticks in half. "First things first, why exactly, are you afraid of me?"

Atsushi laughed nervously.

"Well," he started. "You'rereallygoodandI'mafraidImightscrewthisduetassignmentupforyouandI'mnotreallytalentedatall."

Word vomit at its finest.

Akutugawa snorted.

"Not talented?" Atsushi blinked, surprised Akutugawa had even managed to pick out anything from the mess of words. "Says who?

"Um," Atsushi picked at a fraying thread in his shirt. "Compared to Chuuya-san and Dazai-san and even you, I'm not naturally talented-"

"And that is where the bullshit stops," Akutugawa cut him off. "Dazai-san never shuts up about you. Trust me," he muttered darkly, glaring at the doorway where Dazai was making another pass down the hallway. "He's an idiot but he has a good sense for talent. That is the only thing I'll trust him with."

"But, but-"

"Go to the piano," Akutugawa commanded, putting away his food. "We're going to try one more time."

Atsushi froze, eyes widening. Akutugawa shook his head, gently punching Atsushi's shoulder.

"I won't be mad if you mess up, I just want to sync it and get through the piece," Akutugawa continued, taking out his violin and tuning it. "Pretend I'm not here. Relax."

Atsushi inhaled deeply, positioning his hands on the keyboard.

"One," Aktugawa started. "Two. Three."

They went at a slow pace, far from an ideal tempo but Atsushi was relaxed, not really under any strain and they managed to sound decent for once, Akutugawa perhaps a little too loud at times and Atsushi too slow but they got through it.

"Well," Akutugawa spoke up after a long moment of silence, Atsushi sprawled out across the piano in relief. "Not the worse I've heard."

"IT WAS TERRIBLE!" Dazai yelled.

Akutugawa's eyebrow twitched and he gripped his violin case tightly.

"But," he went on after what seemed like an internal debate on whether to brain Dazai with his violin case or not. "We can definitely improve. Extra practice for one, lots of it."

Atsushi leaned back, stretching out his fingers with a contented smile.

"Playing in front of others as well."

Atsushi lost his balance and promptly fell off the chair.

"What? Why?"

"I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, you should have, but you have terrible, terrible stage fright."

Atsushi proceeded to make a second undignified noise in front of Akutugawa.

They practiced often, Akutugawa always more than willing to stay after school.

Chuuya would drive them home when he could and Kouyou, their art teacher was more than happy to stay behind to listen to them while providing them with meals whenever they needed it.

Akutugawa would call Atsushi at the most inopportune times, go to a bar (thanks Dazai) and get Atsushi to play in front of a crowd.

It didn't turn out amazingly the first few times, Atsushi readily butchered any piece he tried but he progressively got better as he went again and again.

During class, Akutugawa was usually harsh and blunt with Atsushi, rarely giving him a compliment or saying that he was satisfied but slowly, slowly, their piece came together.

They hung out at lunch, discussing how they should move on, Akutugawa even assisting Atsushi with mathematics and Atsushi shared his largely unknown skill in English.

When they got into the zone, when they played, it was peaceful but intense, together but still individual, quiet but deafening loud.

They became aware of each other, what each was doing, if Akutugawa stumbled, Atsushi would quietly cover it up and if Atsushi sped up, Akutugawa would match him and slowly bring him back.

Atsushi dared say they had become friends.

When they finally had to play for assessment, Akutugawa turned to Atsushi who seemed to be a little nervous.

Chuuya and Dazai had predictably played a flawless duet right before and the teacher motioned for them to take their places.

Akutugawa shot Atsushi a reassuring look, or as close to reassuring as he could get, the normally angry lines in his forehead smoothing out and softening, posture proud but not rigid.

One, Akutugawa mouthed. Two. Three.

And they played.

"Ah," Dazai yawned, listening to the music float through the crack of the door. "What a nice result."

Chuuya rolled his eyes.