#dazai is a jackass

[i-eat-mold]

I am eating your sketch refs of teen skk

they are yummy and very scrumptious

apologies they are GONE now but nom nom nom

NO MY CHILDREN

i had to draw this so quickly on my phone but you don’t understand i HAD to. so here’s a snack for you my guy

they sent this to mori

[shadowmoonarts]

CHUUYA THAT WAS JUST FOUL 😭

JUST LOOK AT NIKOLAI 😭😭

[kaerontes]

today I bring you: skk jackass! au cause I see them a lot in those two plus redrawing manga is awesome for practicing drawing :B

I might polish it better later on PC but I can't digital draw rn so I tried on paper this time~

[planetary]

back when bsd was first airing in 2016 my friend said i would kin dazai bc he has bandages on his arms 😶

[petitesmafia]

was thinking how maybe it’s a good thing Sigma didn’t wake up and spill the deets about Fyodor’s past bc I just know Chuuya’s grumpy tired ass would’ve had a field day. just like

Sigma: i believe Fyodor is at least a few centuries old— Chuuya: DAMN Sigma: Chuuya: sorry. continue

Dazai: he's older than i thought... Chuuya: prehistoric even. that old fucker Sigma: Chuuya: my bad. continue

Sigma: he was captured by Bram Chuuya: who's that Sigma: the vampire king Chuuya: don't vampires like blood? why'd they want that anemic jackass Sigma: Chuuya: sorry. just curious

Dazai, muttering to himself: immortality? what could Fyodor be... Chuuya: a fossil Chuuya: but now that we killed him. fossil fuel Dazai: can u give it a rest i'm trying to think

[underthetree845]

chuuya taking his hat off to hide when he kisses his partner 🤭

Hello saturn lovely! Sorry this took me so long to finish TwT I love the prompt, but as you know writer's block hit me kinda hard the second semester of school so over the summer I've been trying to get back into the swing of posting once in a while!

Hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the request! _

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Nakahara Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

cws: fem! reader, established relationship, bungou stray dogs s5 spoilers, meursault arc spoilers, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda? there was a little hurt, reuniting, airport reunion, ada dazai, reader cries about 2.5k words summary: Chuuya disappeared on a business trip for three whole days with no explanation- and no one would tell you why. Now he's returned to japan and back in your arms. a/n: This is my last fic for the summer before school starts aaa qwq I'm glad I was able to finish it before the semester starts though! *sigh* am I really incapable of writing something like this without accidentally creating so much plot? Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3 divider credit: (x) (x) ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ Chuuya had never considered himself to be a very possessive man; or a possessive boyfriend, for that matter. Protective, sure, but how could anyone expect him not to be? He understood, probably better than most, the risks that came with even so much as associating with a person in his position. It made Chuuya’s stomach churn unpleasantly to even imagine putting you in any sort of danger, so he used his position (along with the power and assets that came with it) to take certain preventative measures. The penthouse you shared was equipped with state of the art security, a technological system truly fit for an executive of the Port Mafia. Additionally, in case you ever needed to travel long distances without him, Chuuya often kept a trusted chauffeur on call. This individual also happened to be a professionally trained underground bodyguard of his personal selection. Even so, Chuuya knew you had a good head on your shoulders. He trusted that you would try to keep yourself out of trouble, or call for him at the first sign of it. It didn’t matter if he was on the road, halfway through a private meeting, or in the middle of pummeling down an enemy organization. Chuuya had always been a man with his priorities set straight. Not even Mori’s notifications were set to come through on silent mode. Coming home to you at the end of the day, allowing you to soothe away the crease between his brows, your voice uttering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear. You had become his lifeline, irreversibly carved your name into every cell of his body. He’d do anything to erase your pain, and it was making his heart break more than anything to know that he was the cause of the salty tears now streaming over your lash line. Chuuya did his best to hold back an ‘oof’ when you threw your frame into his own, burying your sobs in the crook of his neck. He was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, the familiar feeling of your body against his own, the softness of the sweater you wore, and the glimmer that never seemed to escape your eyes. The red colored contacts from earlier had given Chuuya one hell of a headache, which only added to the pressure from taking off and being stuck in one of the mafia’s smallest private jets with the most insufferable jackass he’d ever met and some hair dye obsessed casino manager passed out on one of the couches. Chuuya’s gloved fingers almost trembled as they gripped the fabric of your shirt. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head while the other remained planted firmly on your lower back.

Sakaguchi Ango, if Chuuya remembered correctly, stood a few yards away. He simply observed the situation from afar, as if he dared not insert himself into the scene. A government agent whom Dazai used to maintain his connection with the outside world. Ango stood with one hand folded neatly over the other behind his back, the faint ghost of a smile residing behind his glasses as he watched Dazai reunite with his fellow agency members. The brunette walked on a crutch, but the uncharacteristically tired look in his eyes brightened ever so slightly when he was swarmed by his coworkers. Chuuya continued to hold you close, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down enough for you to be able to speak coherently. He loosened his grip slightly, removing one of his leather gloves behind your back and bringing that same hand up to cup your face. A whisper of your name left his lips, and your teary eyes finally refocused to meet the warmth of his own. “Chuuya… how could you just leave?” your voice cracked; he could see the hurt in your eyes. Guilt crept into his chest, eyebrows knitting together as you subconsciously leaned into his palm. This was exactly the sort of thing Chuuya promised himself he’d never do. You were the absolute number one priority in his life. There was no doubt in his mind; he didn’t want there to be any doubt in yours either. “I know, Doll, ‘m sorry, it was never my intention…” he muttered, allowing you to rest your hands on his chest. “I know that’s a shit excuse, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” A beat of silence passed, the indistinct chatter of the agency fell on deaf ears as you zoned in on the man in front of you. His breath, the way his eyes searched your expression, how you could once again feel the warmth of his skin against your own. “You’re not hurt, are you?” your voice was pricked with concern, hands gentle as you cupped his jaw and turned his head from side to side. Chuuya let out a breath, fondness flickering in his irises at your concern. “Barely a scratch,” he murmured, and you seemed to accept his answer. “Chuuya,” you started, and his gaze locked onto yours. He voiced your name in response. “I need you to promise me something, please?” “Anything.” 

You bit your lip. Your mind told you it was a selfish request. You understood, probably better than most, how unpredictable your boyfriend’s line of work could be. But you had accepted it as an adequate price to pay for his love when the two of you started seeing each other, even more so when you moved in together. He was yours, you believed it with every fiber of your being. Chuuya had told enough stories of his old work partner for you to gather that the two had never exactly been the chummiest of pals. So the fact that they cooperated for this mission must’ve meant that it couldn’t have been a minor dilemma. You understood why Chuuya made the decision he did, and that it was probably just as difficult on him. Albeit, that didn’t make your feelings any less real. Your heart reminded you of the unconditional love and comfort that Chuuya always offered you. You knew he’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, especially not without talking it out and making up for it in some way afterward. “Doll…?” he barely breathed, giving you all the space you needed to voice what was on your mind. You took a deep breath. “Don’t… please don’t scare me like that again,” your voice wavered as you spoke, “Everything on the news is scary. And every time I watch it all I can think about is the fact that you’re out there.” You took a moment to glance at the group of Armed Detective Agency members on the airport runway to your left. One of the so-called terrorists you heard about on the news stood amongst the group about ten feet away from where you watched. The world was confusing, and scary, but there was a certain security in your heart that told you as long as you had Chuuya by your side, everything would be okay. “First you’re leaving before sunrise and staying out late on special missions, and I get it, I really do…” you felt a lump beginning to form in your throat, threatening to make you choke over your words, “but then you just leave on a business trip to Europe without so much as a ‘goodbye, I’ll be home soon’? And I have to find out from a call from your boss? I didn’t- I still don’t understand what’s happening. Do you know how scared I was? That I might not ever see you again?” Chuuya’s thumb swiped away the teardrop that ran down your cheek, his eyes trailing over your expression. “You’re right, it’s not fair… I don’t think I could ever apologize enough,” he began, his hold on you tightening slightly, “All that I can ask is for you to understand. I can explain everything to you when we get home. And I promise, I’ll do my best to not leave you in the dark so suddenly. It was an urgent mission, but it must have been scary. You’ll never have to feel like that again, not if I can help it.” Chuuya’s face softened, the corners of your lips curving up slightly at his sincerity as he cupped your cheek. “Shit… you deserve so much better.” You stood there for a moment, just breathing. Soaking in each other’s presence as your heartbeat gradually fell back to its usual pace.

“My my, Slug, is this the lovely lady you were so eager to get back to?” a voice chimed from your left, and you turned your head to face the man at the same time Chuuya snapped his head in that direction. Your boyfriend clicked his teeth, pressing your body closer to his own. “What’s it to you, huh, Dazai?” Chuuya was clearly trying to suppress his irritation. He was doing especially well, considering the fact that he had been holed up next to Dazai on an airplane for the past fourteen hours. “I’m just trying to acquaint myself,” the man went on, a grin playing on his lips despite Chuuya’s glare, “As a responsible owner, I should at least make sure my dog is in good hands.” You tilted your head slightly, and Chuuya sucked in a breath. “You’re treading on some pretty thin ice, Mackerel,” he growled through gritted teeth, “Watch what you say around my girl.” The taller man only took a step forward, his eyes glittering in amusement, a sharp contrast to the hollowed out, almost dead look he carried earlier. “Oh? Holding back your more vulgar language around the lady?” Dazai hummed with mild intrigue, “Perhaps my dog is being well taken care of.” You simply stood and watched with intrigue, the interaction clearly more complex than distinguishable at first glance. Despite their constant verbal jabs and ostentatious insults toward each other, there was a sense of familiarity between the two that was almost palpable to you. They bounced off each other, knowing exactly which buttons to press and which ones to avoid. It was probably a welcome change of tone in contrast to what they had just been through. Your gaze flickered between the two once more, and you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in Chuuya’s shoulders had been released. “Dazai-san?” your voice was level, and both of the men fell silent to give you their attention. You looked at your beloved, then to his ex-partner, then Chuuya, then Dazai again. Mirth swam in your eyes. “I want to thank you for making sure Chuuya was able to return home safely today. Truly, I cannot thank you enough.” You gave a slight bow of your head, and Chuuya looked like he wanted to protest. For once, Dazai didn’t immediately produce a response; he fell silent at your sentiment. This time, a gentler smile curved onto his lips. “Please spare me, Miss,” Dazai began, “Truth be told, I don’t believe I could have made it out without Chuuya’s help either.” The redhead raised his eyebrows. "I'm passing him into your capable hands now. I trust you’ll take good care of him?” Dazai seemed satisfied with the chuckle that slipped from your throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” you replied, “And I trust that your detective agency will treat you well?” “They always have.” Chuuya let out a breath, sharing a look with his partner before turning to face a black passenger vehicle that had pulled up a short distance away. Tinted windows that prevented anyone outside from peeking in; glass, body, and tires that were all bulletproof. It was one of the mafia’s. 

“C’mon Dollface, we should get going. Don’t wanna be here when the press shows up, and the boss is probably dying for me to give him a call,” Chuuya nodded his head in the direction of the car; you brought your hand up to give a small wave to Dazai and the handful of agency members further away who glanced in your direction. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, allowing your head to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder as you made your way to the car. You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Chuuya swung open the door of the vehicle with his non gloved hand and stepped aside to allow you to enter first. “...Chuu?” you started quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood. “Hm?” he raised an eyebrow. You placed your hands loosely on the back of his neck, fingers intertwined; Chuuya responded by resting his hands on your hips, listening intently.  You could have held more of a grudge. He disappeared overnight without a word, and no one would tell you why. You’d been on edge for three days straight. Hardly even sleeping through the night as you kept up with the news almost obsessively, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To be able to hold Chuuya close again so easily felt almost surreal. A soft smile creeped into your expression, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you tilted your head to the side. Chuuya’s breath stilled. “I’m just…” you paused for a moment, your voice pouring with sincerity, “I’m really glad you’re back, and that you’re safe.” Chuuya paused for another moment, studying you carefully as an equally tender look came to his face. He glanced to the side for a moment, and let out a disgruntled huff upon discovering that Dazai’s head was still tilted in your direction; he kept a curious eye on the situation from several meters away. Your boyfriend pursed his lips for a moment before snaking one of his hands further around your waist. He plucked his pork pie hat off the crown of his head, and before you had the chance to realize what was going on, you were already being gracefully tilted backwards, forcing your hands to grip onto the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket for support. Everything seemed to still the moment he slotted his lips into yours, holding his hat up to act as a shield from certain prying eyes. You didn’t hesitate to pull him in closer, your lashes fluttering shut as you savored what you felt like you had been missing for an eternity. Chuuya’s eyes were shut in concentration, his heart thrumming with delight at the familiar sensation of your lips molded against his own. Chuuya didn’t pull away until you were both light-headed from the lack of air. Cheeks flooded with warmth, looking at each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world. “I missed you so fucking much, you know that?” Chuuya’s voice was low as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. The two of you stood straight, lingering in each other’s embrace for a moment longer. Chuuya lightly tossed his hat inside the car and once more gestured with his arm out for you to enter first. The satisfied smile on his lips morphed into one of slight perplexion when you didn’t show a reaction, raising your fingertips to brush over your lips. “Chuuya?” you questioned, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He replied with your name, all the more puzzled when you let out an incredulous chuckle. “Since when are your teeth so sharp?” 

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ a/n: Thank you so much for reading! Have a day/night/morning/evening as lovely as yourself. tagging: @judasgot-it (I noticed that I wrote down that I agreed to tag you for chuuya fics but I can't seem to remember why?? TwT please tell me if this is incorrect! Thank you <3)

[nxathyx]

Bsd boys with a sassy reader

Chuuya Nakahara x gn!reader, Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader, Nikolai Gogol x Gn!reader, Fyodor Dostoyevski x Gn!reader, Sigma x Gn!reader, Akutagawa Ryuunoske x gn!reader

More so with a reader who is good at insulting, back talking ect.

Trigger warnings: insults, cursing, a guy trying to hit on/harras reader but they pop and lock (girlboss besties), mentions of su!cide (on Dazais part, jealousy, mentions of alcohol and clubs/bars, slander, ooc, Let Me know if I missed anything

Chuuya Nakahara

°HE FUCKING ADORES HOW SASSY YOU ARE!!

°he wouldn't admit it but finds it so attractive and straight up admires you when you put someone in their place and or stand up for yourself

°would definitely praise you for it

°if he wasn't as prideful as he is mf would straight up be on his knees worshiping you and your words of degrading

°if y'all ever argued it'd just be you being your sassy ass self and him being like 🤨🙄😃😧😰 (progressively regretting his decisions)

Let's set the scene first shall we? You and Chuuya were currently in a club/bar. You were just engaging in a casual conversation with your boyfriend sipping on your alcoholic beverage of choice (or literally anything if you don't drink). You were having a swell time just enjoying that Chuuya finally had some free time from work, that is until this man came up to you, he wasn't necessarily bad looking, but he was very average and basic to say the least. Chuuya glanced at the male but not speaking anything of it.

"hey, cutie~ how about I show you a fun time, just you, and me alone in bed~

You didn't even spare him a glance, replying bluntly and shortly

"fuck off, im not interested"

The man looked at you with a smirk, totally ignoring Chuuyas presence. Nakahara felt disappointed, disgusted even by the mere nerve that guy had, but sighed and continued to sip on his wine

"a little bit of attitude I see, that's such a turn on baby.."

It was quite clear the individual was intoxicated, you finally glanced at him with a sigh

"shame your such a turn off, with that cheap ass target shirt" (I love target don't come for me😭😭

The male got rather angered by how you spoke to him and were barely even batting an eye at him. Chuuya was grinning just watching the interaction watching you insult this lowlife with no mercy

"aw, come on.. Don't be like that, let me give you a fun experience and a night to remember"

"a night to remember is when you'll fuck yourself on a chainsaw you pathetic lowlife, get your horny ass together, get a proper job, focus on yourself and be respectful that way you might actually get some bitches in your life"

To say the least, the man wasn't too happy, his hand snaking around your waist, your natural instinct of self defence kicking in as you kick him in the shin

"what was that for you bitch?!"

He asked, seeming pissed of at you, at this point Chuuya has had enough and stood up, standing between you and the guy

"can you piss off? They're not interested nor available, jackass"

The fucker simply ignored Chuuya and tried again

At that point Chuuya got fed up with him, slapping him and leaving the place. As soon as you two got home he was by your side making sure you're alright <3

Dazai Osamu

°he lives for your sassiness

°imagine if you both work at the detective agency and Kunikida is scolding him and then you just back talk, not even bothering to look at them

°motherfucker Was like awooga awooga let me rearrange your insides babygirl😻😻

°definetly finds that really fucking attractive

°will proudly stand right beside you like "yes. That's my s/o. Yes, they're a bitch, and I love them"

You and Osamu were currently in the agency office, you were filling in some papers, whilst Dazai was getting scolded by Kunikida like most days. You weren't paying much attention to why he was getting told off, but you assumed it was because of one of his daily shenanigans, like jumping into a river mid mission, or giving Kunikida fake facts and or advice causing pages from Kunikidas notebook being ripped or scratched out by the ink. After a few more scolding words from Kunikida, you're boyfriend went behind you, hiding behind your office chair, you hummed a little "Hm?" as Dazai proceeded to explain that Kunikidas scolding is pointless cause he hasn't done anything wrong, however most of it was muffled due to Kunikidas continued scolding over the desk, it was insufferable to hear as you turned to Kunikida

"can you respectfully shut up?"

Kunikida just looked at you completely surprised, Dazai on the other hand had a grin, falling on his knees in an almost comedic manner before you asking when it's his time to hear such degrading words from you

Nikolai Gogol

°does his silly goofy little grins

°pulls pranks on Decay members and uses you to do all the "explaining"

°annoys you as much as possible using his ability just to see you get all sassy

You were currently laying on the couch, in the living room, it was pretty early in the morning and you haven't ate breakfast yet. You were home alone, your partner doing god knows what, and you preferred to not know. You stood up from the couch to go make yourself some breakfast, you were in the mood for something sweet, so you decided on pancakes, grabbing butter to melt on the pan later, milk, flour, sugar, and.. You just looked at the content of the fridge, confused why it lacked the eggs, you could've sworn there was at least half a carton left yesterday, you sighed realising you either have to go to the store or just make something else, you sighed softly once more looking into the fridge, grabbing some jam, putting the flour and sugar back, before sliding a bit on your socks to put the milk and butter back in the fridge, just looking even more confused due to the eggs suddenly appearing, realising it was probably the jester playing tricks on you, grabbing the eggs quite quickly so they don't dissappear once more. You placed all the ingredients on the counter once more, beginning to make the batter, you were about to pour the batter on the pan, before noticing a small yellow portal, taking the pan in with a red gloved hand, sighing once more you said a little.

"I'll chop your dick off and dismember your head with that pan if you don't give it back"

Nikolai poked his head out a bit with a smug grin, holding the pan up, by the center but instead of the handle, causing him to burn his hand and getting a bit of the melted butter on his palm, dropping the pan onto the floor with a loud sound of metal hitting something. Although the sound wasn't pleasant at all you got to laugh at your boyfriend for being a little stupid fucking idiot

Fyodor Dostoyevski

°THIS FUCKER IS SO SMUG ABOUT IT

°if you ever Insult Dazai he'll give you like 5 countries

°if he truly loves you that is

°if not he'll Stil probably find it amusing, you might even get a little giggle out of him

°would definetly be sassy towards you as well

Fyodor was currently in his office (discord mod cave) , eyeing like 5 fucking monitors at the same time.

"Fedya, come out of your rat infested room already"

You said a bit irritated by the fact he's been there for like a week, not even bothering to come out for basic necessities, at this point you were even wondering where the hell he pisses— not important. It seems he has ignored you calling out for him. You opened the door, you wanted to ruffle his hair but just looked at that and almost gagged

"you look like an oiled up pan.. You better fucking wash that, I doubt even lice would want to be there"

And after saying that you left the room, leaving a confused Fyodor, who just sat there processing what the fuck you just said

Sigma

°okay Mr 3-4x bullcut would be nervous asf

°like he's scared you'll end up in a fight from the way you talk with others

°finds it humouring if you insult Gogol though

°would love hearing you insult everyone, in private

You were standing next to a machine in the casino, leaning your side against it until a fairly attractive female came up to you

"are you going to keep standing here and hogging the machine so no one can use it? Or will you move your damn self some where else?"

You were a bit stunned by the sudden hostility but slightly impressed and even amused

"i know damn Well your not talking to me with that 3$ wig your wearing right now, and don't even get me started on those earrings and necklace your wearing, like girl, did you grab those of a Christmas tree?"

The girl turned around on her heel, a few minutes later the number you had got called into the managers office. You walk in to notice Sigma trying to look stoic and not at all nervous, making you snicker a bit. Sigma turned to the woman and told her she's free to leave and he'll take it from here, the girl gave you a smirk as she left as if she just won millions, making you almost choke trying not to laugh

"dear.. Please stop being rude to my clients—"

"well your clients are bitches"

The discussion continued for a bit ending in you nuzzling your head against Sigmas neck as he continued to do his paperwork.

Akutagawa Ryuunoske

°this man is as sassy as you like oml

°don't say anything about Dazai, Gin or Chuuya though, or just people he generally respects

°feel free to talk as much shit as you want about Atsushi though

°if you ever tell Higuchi off he'll find it very amusing

°y'all definetly try to out sass each other

You and Aku were currently laying in bed, you were talking about someone at your work place that has been annoying you lately. You were insulting them freely, not bothered by the fact Akutagawa was trying to fall asleep, not until he told you to shut up, which ended in endless sassy comments going back and forth between the two of you as well as you a bit curled over in laughter and Akutagawa trying to hold back a snicker

I nnot proud of this but spent too much fucking time writing this and didn't even finish 💀💀

[freakspectors]

HELUVAKINKTOBER: DAY 3 - BUKAKKE.

A Chuuya Nakahara | BSD x Female Reader Smut Fanfic.

warnings ; smut , bukakke , sex toys , mutual masturbation , degradation , praise if you squint , overstim if you get a magnifying glass , dazai mention (you can't escape him) , minor crack , nowhere near proofread , it's 1 AM on a school night please don't mind errors.. , etc .

author's note ; girl i feel so dumb. like mid fic writing i re-looked up bukakke and found out it was MULTIPLE MEN cumming on someone's face when i couldve sworn it was just one person. IM SO EMBARRASSED. but anyways.. i'm half awake, if this is horribly written, i'm sorry, and if you find it funny, thank you. i'm funniest when I'm sleep deprived.

heluvakinktober 2023 m.list .

“Fuck yeah, Doll. Touch yourself just like that..”

Chuuya moaned, leaning back into the cool leather of his office chair. You continued to ride the Dildo under his desk, rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit as the Executive before you stroked his length right before your eyes. His strokes were languid, almost teasing. You felt your mouth and pussy moisten at the sight of pre-cum coating the tip of Chuuya’s penis, the warm lighting of his small lamp making it shine beautifully.

He taps his cock on your right cheek, chuckling as a sticky ‘plap’ sound is heard in the obnoxiously silent room. You were fighting your thoughts — the urge to wipe the wet feeling off your cheek and lick it up, finally getting a taste of the redhead on your tongue. Chuuya interrupted your thoughts immediately, as if he were an empath.

“If you move your hands anywhere other than that pretty pussy of yours, there will be some punishments; and I don’t think you want that. Do ya, love?” Chuuya asked. His tone was insincere, shamelessly mocking you with a wide smile plastered on his annoying face. You wanted to retort, but god, were his reprimands attractive. You whine out a defeated ‘No’, sighing as a boisterous laugh rang in your ears. “Good girl. Now ‌keep bouncing f’me.”

Jackass. There was absolutely no wonder why that Dazai fucker hated his guts; who would like this son of a bitch?

That’s what your mind said. Your body, however, quaked for him. Your pussy pleaded for Chuuya’s dick, fingers, tongue, anything other than the cheap plastic he had made you ride. It was pathetically obvious, too, the once pristine tiled floors now coated in a pool of your slick. You wished for Chuuya's sick and twisted game to end, for him to fold you in half and have sex with you until you were senseless—

You hadn’t noticed how sensitive you made yourself while you were fantasizing about Chuuya like a schoolgirl, your clit raw and cunt mush from how hard you pleased yourself. You could’ve cummed just now and you wouldn’t be aware of it. But you couldn’t stop. Your body wouldn’t let you, not after the gorgeous sight before your very eyes.

Chuuya looked disheveled. He leaned all the way back in his chair, his hands tangling in his copper locks as his chest heaved while staring down at you. His moans got louder, louder, and louder, sure to worry anyone that so passed by the Executive’s office. Your gut was put on a spin cycle, the tight feeling in your abdomen returning for the umpteenth time that evening. You flicked, spun, and rubbed your clit as quickly as you could without it hurting, until his left, gloved hand gripped you by the hair and pulled your hair back.

“Open your fucking mouth, baby. I’m gonna glaze you so goddamn much you’d qualify as a fuckin’ donut — Oh, fuck..” the Executive groans. His words were so quick, you could barely understand his sentences. But words hadn’t been the reason for your nearing climax, no. How he handled you so roughly, the way he spoke to your quivering body. It was all too much to handle and process; soon enough, you’d reach the peak of your arousal.

It did. It hit you like a bullet train.

Thick, creamy white globs gushed around the dildo as you clenched around it, moaning out Chuuya’s name as if it was he you were riding like Paul-fucking-Revere. The redhead curses your name, visibly close to his own arrival. You could count how many times his cock twitched before he came; it was almost like everything was in slow motion.

One.

“FUCK.. Take it all, bitch, I want every drop of my cum on your face..”

Two.

“You’re gonna look like such a slut after all this.. I’ll take so many pictures of you just like this and — Shit!”

Three.

And your vision goes black. Well, white.

@ HELUVAKU 2023 . do not share or repost .

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Sheep King and his Demon AU

Aka Bsd except Chuuya doesn't join the Port Mafia.

Dazai: I'm back! Did you guys miss mee-ow!

Shirase: punched him Don't you ever, ever punches him again leave us for that long again!

Dazai: I'm getting very mixed messages from this. And stop hitting me!

Shirase: stops

Dazai: I was only gone a few weeks, you guys missed me that much? Grins That's so sweet.

Shirase: Maybe, not as much as Chuuya did.

Yuan: I'll say, he's still in your hoodie and listening to his sad playlist and looking sad at the rain.

Dazai: He is?

Shirase: He does it every time you go on a mission. And this is the longest one. He missed you like crazy man.

Dazai: Huh... He didn't text much. That why?

Yuan: Yup, he didn't wanna come across as too clingy or worry you.

Dazai: shakes his head fondly Alright, I'll go cheer him up bursts into Chuuya's room Ohhhh Chuuuuuya!~

Chuuya: Dazai! Lights up instantly

Dazai: bounces over and hugs him And you haven't grown at all.

Chuuya: jackass hugs him anyway

Dazai: grins, because oh he really did miss me. Cuddles him close Let me tell you, that mission was so boring tells him.

The Sheep, all smile with relief their resident stray cat is back and Chuuya's happy again.

[poe-tat]

A sneak peek on the fanfic for Dazai's birthday but it's an a nutshell

•The person talking is Chuuya

•the numbers is the age of Dazai's birthday

•it goes up to 22 because I'm lazy lmao

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16

"Happy birthday mackerel..."

17

"Happy birthday shitty Dazai"

18

*throws a can of crab* "happy fuckin birthday asshole"

19

*snatches hat back* "Happy birthday Jackass"

20

"Happy birthday Dazai"

21

"I got some whiskey and wine I know it's not your first time drinking but it's more likely the first time you drank of age so... Happy birthday you stupid mackerel"

22

"Happy....birthday...Osamu..."

[plsdonttakemyname]

You dont have to feel like you gotta do this, bc i know sm ppl r too out of their comfort zone with it, but would you consider:

Poly!Soukoku? Like Dazai / reader / chuuya?

Fluff HCs?

Ig if you wanted more fun stuff (pls dont do it this is too much!) What do you think would be a good ability for an S/O of them to have?? :0

I have this one idea where their just a sort of puppet master and have strings that they can latch onto ppl and physically move them around, or even mess with memories (the non-passionate/deep seated ones) bc i thought Dazai would like the different ways it could be applied, and Chuuya would think it's badass to watch you just, lower the glowing strings coming out of fingertips attached to like a group of armed enemies and they just like, drop their guns and bow.

Feel free to have fun with this however you want, or delete the request if its too much!

Also the ability i talked abt doesnt have to be readers ability, and these could just be chill headcanons abt their relationship! Whatever works!

Hope youre having a great weekend so far, and I really like your writing!!

Cheers,

Poly Anon ☢️

Poly!Soukoku X G!n Reader

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A/n; Hi Anon! Tysm I really appreciate it! I'm glad you like my writing! I hope you're having a great weekend so far too :D

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Genre; Fluff, Hcs

Pairings; Chuuya X Dazai X Reader

Warnings; Mentions of Suicide(Dazai), my bad writing, Might has some grammar mistakes 😭

Now how do I start with this chaotic relationship...

Chuuya would try to kill Dazai from time to time and you have to be there to stop them because of it 😭

I feel like s/o would toy with their opponents with the use of their ability

Mori had assigned you three on another mission together even though one was already enough since the three of you were strong enough but who knows why he assigned you three on a mission like this

Chuuya would be surprised and amazed at the same time when he first saw your ability with his own eyes, sure he has heard about this ability before but he’s never actually seen it for himself before.

Chuuya thinks that his s/o is so badass when they puppet the enemies, making them bow down and drop all of the weapons carried to the battle.

Dazai on the other hand would not really get surprised since this is his first time actually seeing this ability with his own eyes and not hearing it from some stupid book, but he still knew from the beginning

But when the three of you are all bored and out of missions to carry out, you'll all hangout in a bar to spend some time with each other

It's either one of yall ended up drunk OR you all ended up drunk and passed out in the bar 😭

The three of you will always go out to the mall or on expensive dinner dates

You all share the same apartment and that's where things are starting to get really wild

When getting into bed, there is never peace...The three of you would be kicking each other off the bed and slapping each other in the middle of the night 💔

"GODDAMN CHUUYA STOP KICKING ME" *SNORES*

Chuuya Is the kicker,Dazai is the pusher and you're the one that's suffering 😢

Just imagine this, suddenly you woke up at an ungodly hour because you felt a hand slapping your face just to find out it was Dazai slapping you in his sleep and Chuuya is almost on the floor still dead asleep after a long day in the Port Mafia.

You had enough one night and decided to kick them both off the bed and acted as if you're still asleep 😭

It's legit 4am and suddenly you just kick them off the bed "OW" "what...the..fuck..." *Y/n fake snoring noises*

Besides that when it's really peaceful it's either they're both on a long mission or they're ACTUALLY not kicking or pushing each other off the bed.

The three of you likes to cuddle and fall asleep in each other's warmth

"Will you,Y/N L/n, Come double suicide with me?" "no." "OI MACKEREL IF YOU WANNA DIE I CAN KILL YOU NOW STOP ASKING Y/N TO SUICIDE WITH YOU JACKASS" "YOU HURT MY FEELINGS CHIBI.." while you're just busy typing up a report and also trying to calm down

When one of you are on a mission alone you all definitely give each other a goodbye and goodluck kiss before heading out

Besides all of those chaotic stuff happening in your relationship, You all are an unbreakable trio

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That's all I hope you like it </3

[uneducated-author]

Chuuya's undying hatred for Fyodor will Never stop being funny to me. From calling him an anemic jackass to his Glare, to literal glee looking over Fyodor's dead body. And I feel like a part of that is because of the way Fyodor treated him, like a tool, like a weapon, like a pawn to defeat Dazai. But I also think it's because he's a petty bitch and I love that for him.

[sribbles-drabbles]

Hi i stumbled upon you blog and really like your content . ^^

if you get the chance can you do headcanons for BSD. Thanks if you can.

OOOO absolutely!!! I decided to do just some HC's for Sokoku and Shin-Sokoku with a basic gender Neutral S/O!!

Chuuya, Dazai, Akutagawa, Atsushi (separate) x GN!reader

❤️‍🩹Dazai❤️‍🩹

How does one date Osamu Dazai?

You just try your best to fit in with his eccentric personality, amazing mind, and dark past.

You met Dazai through work, as a secretary for the police, and Dazai had come in with a culprit who he and his partner Kunikida caught.

He bragged to you about how he did most of the work, only to receive a smack to the back of the head from his partner.

You laugh, thanking him for his hard work, and your smile struck through his entire being like lightning.

A smile so genuine, so keen, and your eyes that seem to cut him, look through him, unravel him.

He hasn't met anyone like you since Oda.

And from this meeting onward, he comes by the station often to flirt with you.

He'll ask you out over and over until you accept.

Once you accept, there's no going back. He breaks into your apartment often to make dinner, or meets you once you get off work to walk you home.

He'll always ask you to stay the night, not even for sex, but just to cuddle you.

He's oddly enough never invited you to a double...y'know

Mostly because he forms a protectiveness over you and the thought of you dying, especially due to his cohesion is terrifying.

He's often like a cat, and likes his hair played with as he lays his head in your lap.

you often provide him comfort and shelter from his own mind and dark thoughts, even if a temporary distraction it provides relief that he's absolutely grateful for.

Also touch starved, so he's very fond of PDA, he's possessive and just loves the feeling of you against him.

Dazai is a loving and selfish man who desires all of your attention and love, and will give you all he has in return.

🎩Chuuya🎩

You met Chuuya at a bar unsurprisingly

He sat at the barstool of a very bougie bar owned by the port mafia, drinking some expensive Lambrusco

then you sat next to him, calling over the bartender, and ordering a martini

eyes red and puffy, (if you wear makeup then mascara running)

Chuuya looks over at you, setting down his wine, then darts his eyes back straight, trying to avoid getting involved.

He's not exactly the best man when it comes to emotions, especially when it involves crying

If you apologize to him for looking like wreck he'll sigh, groan even, making you feel worse but then ask what happened

you tell him that you got stood up, and his face turns into even more of a annoyed and pissed off scowl

He'll admit, you were cute. So cute as in fact that it felt like a damn crime that you got stood up by a jackass!

Oh no he was drunker than he thought, and in his intoxicated state, he offers something, something that normal Chuuya Nakahara would never...

"Pah, fuck him. Why not have a drink with me? I'll be your damn date..." he slurs.

This makes you blush and giggle, accepting his offer.

And what a great decision it was, you both had a great time, and you bring him back to your apartment. Nothing ensues however, as you both collapse onto the couch, snoring away.

Chuuya is the type of partner to ask you to move in pretty quickly after realizing that things are more than a fling and are more seriously due to the danger of this job.

It just makes it easier to protect you.

He's touch starved and often comes home late, simply discarding his clothes down to his boxers and crawling into bed with you, wrapping your heavy limbs around him.

Often also feels inadequate due to his lack of proper humanity, both as Arahabaki and a clone.

How can you love him when he's like this and can't always give you his attention?

However when you smile at him as we gets off work early, and walks into your shared apartment with take out in hand, he knowns where he's supposed to be.

🐯Atsushi🐯

Please be nice to him ✋😭

Honestly idk how ya’ll met, probably you were a client for the ADA and He for put on your case with another member.

Though rather than flirting with you on the spot like his superior, Atsushi keeps things very professional, despite how obviously attractive you are.

He subtly stares or makes goo goo eyes at you when you speak. Only to earn and Elbow by Junichiro who was but on the case with him.

When he notices what he was doing he’s SO EMBARRASSED and rushes off to the bathroom.

Once the case is solved you thank him and shake his hand and he nearly melts on the spot. You’re just so attractive and your hand is so warm…and-

“Ahem!! Let go of the nice person’s hand now Atsushi~” Dazai calls teasingly as he looks at you and you shoot him and awkward smile as he had been shaking your hand for nearly a minute now…

Oh he’s ready to crawl under a rock and DIE-

When you laugh good-naturally though he finds himself falling hard and fast.

The next thing he knows, you’ve given him your humber, and told him to call you so you two can set up a time to meet for coffee.

He blushes so hard as you leave and swallows thickly. He’s so nervous now, but that doesn’t stop him from calling you a week later.

He meets you for coffee and the two of you have a fantastic time. Would be better if Dazai, Ranpo, and Yosano weren’t in the booth behind him eves-dropping and making whispered comments, but what can ya do?

He’s the type to walk you home no matter if your bigger and stronger than him or not. Just a nervous and chivalrous lad. He knows you can probably handle yourself, but he likes to be extra cautious.

I think he’s old school in a lot of ways like this.

He’s so good to you though. Once you two are officially dating he’ll come to meet you at your work everyday to walk you home unless he absolutely can’t due to a mission, and if that happens he texts you asap with apologies and reminds you to have a nice night!!

If you complement in in anyway, especially physically he’ll melt but only half heartedly believe it.

Takes some serious work to get him to be less scared of himself or the concept of him ever hurting you though.

💀Akutagawa💀

So, you fell for Diablo himself.

Akutagawa is very much not an easy man to love and he knows that, so he's avoided romance and affection like the plague as we see with even Higuchi.

Thus when you join the port mafia as a new recruit and medic, he's shocked that he finds himself mesmerized by your form.

He immediately hates you. Despises you even.

Thus he avoids the Port Mafia doctors as best he can, feeling like if he gets to close to you, he'll kill you out of irritation, then get scolded for his lack of professionalism.

When he's finally forced to come in after a classic encounter with the weretiger and a large gash on his leg that causes him to limp, he's absolutely livid.

He had played off the injury very well, the limp not even being noticeable, to everyone but Higuchi, with her loud mouth.

He sits in front of you, as you take disinfectant to his leg, humming in concern as you do, and Akutagawa can't help but admire you.

You're to gentle in such a harsh profession.

You had just declared a man dead before treating him, and with your unshakable resolve, you treat him with steady hands, not a single tremble.

It confuses him how your bravery stems from desire to protect life rather than thriving in the stench of death like him.

It’s then that he begins to tolerate you and come to the Medic’s as needed. And believe me, he’s a regular with his medications for his coughing and all the injuries he gets from constant brawls.

When you treat his wounds or provide check-ups he begins to open up about his work…and h won’t admit it, but you doting on him makes him feel content.

You realize your feelings first, and when you tell him that you like him…he leaves. He straight up walks out on you.

He’s PANICKING. He realizes he feels the same and believes that makes him soft.

Starts avoiding you and the Clinic again and you think he hates you after telling him.

Soon he’s cornered by Chuuya for “moping and causing drama in the office”and the red-headed executive seems to smack some sense into him.

He finally comes to the clinic with a small thing of flowers. His only thought process being “People like flowers right? This is how someone with romantic interest would respond, yes?”

All in all his apology and subsequent confession is awkward as hell. You’re left dazed and confused by his somehow so blunt yet round about way of declaring his feelings.

[autumnleaf1111]

Dazai: Okat but,did you have to shoot me more than once?!

Chuuya: Yes! You deserved it!

Dazai: Uh— what?!?why?!

Chuuya: are really asking me that question?

Dazai: yes.

Chuuya:……

Dazai:So…?

Chuuya: WELL FOR ONE; YOU LEFT THE PM WITHOUT SAYING A WORD TO ME, TWO; YOU’RE A JACKASS AND THREE; you—……

Dazai:…what? What’s three?

Chuuya: I saw you dance with sigma……

Dazai:……

Chuuya:……

Dazai: pft—

Chuuya: SHUT THE FU—

Dazai: jealousy’s a bit cute on you Chibi *is fucking wheezing*

[fairy-writes]

congrats on your milestone!! <3 can I ask dialogue prompt 15 for dazai please?

HANDSOME STRANGER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Female!Reader

Prompt: “I don’t have any interest in fraternizing with handsome strangers.” (Dialogue Prompt #15)

Notes: Female!Reader, Dazai-Typical Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Injuries

I literally have no idea how to tag this… 

ALSO CATCH MY DOCTOR WHO QUOTE (again, lol)

TW for depictions of injuries received from torture.

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Dazai Osamu was an enigma to you. 

Former Port Mafia Executive. 

Current Armed Detective Agency Member. 

And the man currently being interrogated (tortured) by your boss. 

You remained in your office, stitching up a lower-level gang member who had brought a knife to a gunfight. Literally. He had brought a switchblade to a fight with revolvers and pistols. Shaking your head, you clipped and tied off the end of the thread. How stupid could one person be?

Dazai made a noise of pain in the other room. Just on the edge of your hearing as if he was trying to stifle it, but it was there nonetheless. Your heart twanged in sympathy. Whatever information they were trying to get out of him, it sounded like it wasn’t going well. 

He was brought to you nearly four hours later. 

You had been mindlessly organizing your medical supplies in your various cabinets in your makeshift office the entire time. 

Perhaps “office” was too kind a word. It was more of a closet in the run-down building. There was an examination table in one corner, cabinets for supplies along the other, and a rusted sink in the final corner that didn’t have a door. 

The door to said office banged open, and Dazai was dragged in with arms hooked under his armpits. His head lolled to the side, and blood dripped from a head wound at his temple.

In a split second, you were on your feet, helping the tall and lanky man onto your examination table. His tan coat is missing, and he is mumbling something incoherent under his breath. His skin was pale, and you were certain at least two of his fingers were broken, the nails missing from six of them.

“Fix him.” Your boss huffed, and you gritted your teeth. You hated it when they did this. Tortured people and then expected you to magically fix them up. You weren’t the famed Armed Detective Agency’s doctor. You didn’t even have an ability. You were just an ordinary doctor trying to pay off a debt your father had left you with when he died. 

“I’ll do my best.” You reply, and your head is whipped to the side with a painful slap to the face. Your boss’s hand is still raised, and you look back in shock as you cradle your already swelling cheek.

“Your best isn’t good enough. You will fix him. We still have plans for him yet.” He growls and leaves with a flourish of his trench coat. 

You turn back to your patient, who is slowly coming to. You wash your hands in the sink, slide on nitrile gloves, grab some disinfectant for his injuries, and lastly, some bandages to fix him up. You’d have to replace the rest of the wrappings already on his person. They were soiled with dirt and blood, and you could see where the restraints used on him had frayed the bandages around his wrists. 

Just as you began to stitch close the head wound, his right hand shot out and gripped your wrist, effectively stopping what you were doing. The grip is tight, almost painful. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” His voice is dark and dangerous. His eyes aren’t even open yet. You huff,

“I’m trying to patch you up, jackass. Now lay back down before you tear the stitches I’m slaving away for.” You snap, already fed up with his attitude. Former Port Mafia Executive or not, he was still your patient. 

Dazai does indeed lay down and let you work after that. 

You finish stitching up his head and move on to his missing fingernails. They are still bleeding, so you assume it must have been one of the more recent torture techniques they utilized. You leave his side momentarily to grab some petroleum jelly and some nonstick bandages to apply to his fingers. 

That turned out to be a mistake. 

You are spun around to face Dazai, and a scalpel is held to your carotid artery, his hand at the base of your throat. 

“Why are you helping me?” He demands, eyes calculating and analyzing your every move. You inhale, panicked, and more than a little scared. 

You couldn’t die here. 

“Like I said before. I’m in charge of patching you up.” You blurt, and he narrows his eyes.

“So they can torture me again?” He asks, and you nod, wincing as the scalpel starts to bite into your skin. He cocks his head, taking in your answer before abruptly letting go, and you slide down the wall to sit on the floor. 

You had almost died at his hand. And that thought terrified you. 

You didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not until you fulfilled your goals as rudimentary and simple as they were. 

Dazai sat on the examination table and flourished his arms, splattering crimson against the wall from his bloody fingers. 

“Well then, patch me up, Doc.” He says with a sardonic grin, and you get to your feet, change gloves, and get back to work.

The next time you see Dazai is two days later. They had allowed him a day to recuperate, keeping him under lock and key with multiple thugs stationed outside his room.

How kind of them. 

He looks worse than before when he is dragged in. His left eye is swollen shut and bruised, and his right flutters as he stares at the ceiling. He has eyelashes that any woman would be jealous of. 

Stop getting distracted. Now isn’t the time. 

“Why haven’t you escaped yet? I know you can.” You ask as Dazai sits in silence. He’s unexpectedly solemn, not at all like the womanizer you had heard of through the grapevine of criminals. He was known for being an expert at information gathering, going to any lengths to recover said information, and even sleeping with people to get what he wanted. 

Was he doing that here? Not sleeping with people. But getting information.

“I suppose I’m waiting for my knight in shining armor.” He muses, stiffening when you apply petroleum jelly to his fingers. They must still be tender. You lighten your touch, and as soon as you’re done, you change gloves and check his stitches. An icepack is retrieved next. You crack it and let the chemical reaction cool down the packaging. You gently place it over his eye, and he hisses. 

“You don’t need a knight in shining armor. You’re too cool for that.” You mumble, more to yourself than anything else. But he hears it and perks up.

“You think I’m cool?” He asks, and you blink at the sudden change in personality. But then, a thought occurs to you. Was he trying to get you to spill intel on your boss? Would you even be willing to give him those details?

“If you’re trying to get information out of me, it won’t work. I’m not privy to that kind of knowledge.” You say simply, and he cocks his head. 

He does that a lot. 

“But you’re a very likable person Doc. I can see a lot of people telling you just about anything you want to know.” He says, and you bark out a laugh,

“About as likable as a cactus, maybe. I’ve been told I’m particularly prickly.” You reply, and it’s his turn to chuckle.

You try to ignore the stuttering of your heart at the sound.

The third time you talk to Dazai, it’s in his cell. 

You had convinced (bribed and threatened) the thugs outside to leave you alone with him for a few moments so you could check on his injuries without being judged. If they had their way, Dazai would have been dead and buried a long time ago. That was the only intel you had gathered. 

When you told Dazai, he frowned,

“What a terrible way to die.” He spat, and you look on in confusion,

“What’s your ideal way to die, then?” You find yourself asking, genuinely curious. Dazai hums, leaning his head back against the wall.

“I suppose to commit double suicide with a beautiful woman.” He muses, turning to look you directly in the eye. 

You stiffen and lean back, but part of what he said caught your attention.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You whisper, and he grins,

“The most beautiful thing in here, Doc. Now, what do you say?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I don’t have any interest in fraternizing with handsome strangers.” You reply cheekily, and his smile turns almost warm,

“You think I’m handsome?” He teases, and you nod,

“The most handsome thing in here, Dazai.” You reply, and his smile falls, blinking in surprise as if not expecting the answer.

He doesn’t say another word to you the rest of the time you’re there with him. 

And you don’t see him again until three days later.

The sound of gunshots makes you jump, knocking over your jar of cotton swabs and falling to the ground as your office door bursts open. You pull out your pistol from the waistband of your trousers as someone appears. 

A man with a long blond ponytail stands in the doorway. His glasses and suit are immaculate, not stained by dust or blood as you expected in a gunfight. He catches your eye and turns,

“Dazai! She’s in here!” He bellows, and there are quick footsteps before Dazai appears.

“Come with me.” He says, holding a bandaged hand out to you. You loosened your hold on your pistol, almost dropping it before flinching at the sound of shouting down the hall. 

Then… without any doubt… you grabbed his hand, and he led you out of the hellhole that had been your life for the last seven years.

[petitesmafia]

two geniuses in the room and their gameplan for waking Sigma up is dropping him on the ground repeatedly IM CRYINGGG

Sigma’s gonna wake up with an insane headache and sore muscles all over and skk are gonna avoid eye contact and act like that was all on Fyodor like

Sigma, stirring awake: Dazai: hey welcome back Sigma, groaning: everything hurts Chuuya: Dazai: Chuuya: dw we killed that anemic jackass Dazai: yeah i can’t believe he did that to u

Sigma, rubbing his temples: I feel like I’ve been slammed on the ground like 20 times Chuuya, under his breath: that’s pretty close actually Dazai, also under his breath: be quiet Sigma: did u guys say smth? Dazai: no :) u must be tired