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I’ve been missing s/oukoku content lately so anything and everything you feel like writing for them is more than welcome! But maybe🌻🌺 for d/azai?

I've been missing them too! Hopefully this can help satiate that desire a little!~ <3 thank you for the request!

🌺 pollen 🌻taken by surprise from ~This Ask List~

Word Count: 1.8k Characters: D/azai, C/huuya, mentions of others

(cw: swearing)

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me.”

Dazai offers a smirk, bending his head back to meet Chuuya’s eyes from his perch on the couch. The ADA offices have been empty all morning, everyone out on their various cases. Dazai himself was supposed to join Atsushi, but the case had taken a police oriented twist, so Ranpo decided he wanted in. And of course, what Ranpo wants…

It’s not like he’s complaining. Getting to lounge around the office all day instead of venturing out into the world? Seems like winning. Especially when it means he gets the chance to annoy the hell out of the poor, unsuspecting, Mafia agent sent to the office. And this day only gets better. This time it’s Chuuya.

“I assure you,” Dazai says, whipping himself around to a more proper seating position. “There is no ‘fucking’ going on. At least, not yet.”

The last line is flavoured with a smile, one Chuuya lets out an immediate groan upon hearing, hand resting on his forehead. The other hand is more occupied with- hiding behind his back? Well, this is certainly intriguing.

“And what brings you to our lovely little office on this fine day?” Dazai starts, leaning to the side to catch a peek-

But Chuuya sees it coming, and slides his body to the left to avoid the gaze. “Orders, what else?”

“I guess then the question becomes, what brings your boss to require you at our office?”

There’s a beat. It’s just a quick pause, almost nothing to anyone else, but Dazai can read it as plainly as a word on paper. Chuuya is lying.

“He wanted to check in on something.”

“And what would that be?” Dazai almost purrs, feigning innocence as he inches himself off the couch and closer to Chuuya.

“None of your business,” Comes the reply, Chuuya stepping back noticeably. Though, Dazai observes, seemingly without conscious thought. He’s merely reacting to the movement. There’s something he wants hidden, and Dazai moving closer is subconsciously threatening that. Today certainly has gotten interesting.

“Really? Hold on, something’s bothering me. The Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, Chuuya, an employee of the Port Mafia, me, of the Armed Detective Agency…” Dazai pauses, tilting his head with a performative gesture, “that almost seems like exactly my business!”

Chuuya seems to roll his eyes, but Dazai catches them drifting towards the door. Planning his exit. So soon? Well that’s no fun at all, we can’t let that slide.

With one quick gesture, Dazai bounds forward, pinning–

No one.

Chuuya managed to leap out of the way, hat slightly askew as he glares Dazai down from across the room.

“What the hell was that?!”

Dazai just smiles, leaning against the wall. “Well well well, you move fast for your size, Chuuu-ya!”

The red of Chuuya’s hair is quickly starting to match his face, though he’d be quick to correct you that it’s anger, not embarrassment. And yet, Dazai’s attention is focused elsewhere. Something’s starting to bloom, something deep within his sinuses. That nagging feeling that you’re about to sneeze, and the looming threat that it won’t stop.

Shrugging it off with a simple sniffle, Dazai returns his focus to Chuuya. Still… the itch intrigues him, as much as annoys. There shouldn’t be any reason for it, and the unknown cause is as much a cure for boredom as irritating Chuuya. Then again…

As he sniffles again, rubbing his nose carelessly, Dazai can’t help but notice Chuuya flinches. It’s barely there, blink and you’d miss it, but Dazai knows him well enough to clock it. Guilt? This day only gets better and better!

Deciding to act on his theory, Dazai brushes against the bridge of his nose, gleeful as the appendage trembles in response. Letting the hitch in his breath fall through his words, Dazai turns towards Chuuya with a “So thihhs business?”

“Wh- what?”

“The super secret business that I just can’t know about? That Mori sent you here for?” Dazai continues, hiding a smile as Chuuya groans inwardly.

“Are we still on this? What part of none of your fucking business do you not understand?” With a growl, Chuuya points his last comment mostly towards the floor, “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”

“Awhhh, Chuu-yaa!” Dazai coos, sincerity dripping from every false smile coating his words, “How sweet of you to say!”

“I was being sarcastic asshole,” Chuuya replies, in that beautifully frustrated tone. Music to Dazai’s ears.

Ignoring the comment completely, Dazai focuses his attention on his nose once more, playfully rubbing it, pausing for a desperate, “hih’yeAShhoo! –eh’ASHhoo!”

Chuuya jumps slightly, leaving Dazai grinning. With a sniffle that leaves even him wincing, Dazai hitches, and hitches, and…

“heEHH!- Whew, sorry about that! Thought I was gonna sneeze again. Something’s really setting me off it seems.”

There were many replies Dazai expected. Perhaps a groan, a glare, some cursing, even a muttered blessing if Chuuya was feeling generous. What he wasn’t expecting was to feel something soft touch his face, met by the most genuine, desperate itch he’d felt in months.

He barely manages to stammer out a few broken syllables, catching a glimpse of Chuuya’s smug face through his rapidly watering eyes. The last thing he picked up before his eyes snapped shut was the stunning bouquet resting in Chuuya’s gloved hand mere inches from his face.

“hH’yEAShhoo! ASHH’oo!” These, like his earlier ones, were performative, meant to startle. But after the first set, his breath caught desperately. The tickle was overwhelming, and he found himself doubled over, flowers pushed aside as his natural ones slipped out on top of each other with a vicious breathy itch.

“hihh– eh’kNShhiew! tschhiew! Oh god I hhahhh- have… haveto- eh’kNGtiew! heh’ETCH’chew! Can’t stohh.. eshh’iew! ekt’chew!”

In the gaps between sets, Dazai catches a look at Chuuya’s face. As expected, there’s a proud smile, a self-satisfied glare, and… a hint of concern. That’s what he was looking for.

Mustering up all his self control, Dazai manages to stall the onslaught, nose twitching violently. Pressing a knuckle against his flaring nostrils, he manages to choke out a few sentences, part one of the manipulation.

“It looks like Chuuu- Chuuya’s got a few tricks up his sleeve too! But uhhhh,” Dazai pauses, letting his gaze drift for a second. A single tear rolls down his cheek, born from the need to sneeze that was starting to overpower every last one of his senses. “Did, did you plan on it– on it… hihhh… on it working thihhhs… this well?”

“I- I didn’t think–” Chuuya starts, the concern in his tone far from hidden. Perfect.

With step one complete, Dazai lets the tide break through, vaguely aiming himself towards the floor as he lets the attack burst out uncovered. Just a little bonus to get on Chuuya’s nerves.

“aH’TCHhew! eh’kNGtshhew! et’chew! etshhew! hiHHh– hH’ASHHoo! Oh, that one- yEASHH’oo! ‘Sc-use me!” Dazai stutters through the fit, meeting Chuuya’s eyes, “Those reahh… really tihhhckled– ekt’chhiew! tsshhiew! eh’tSChhew! hh’tSCHh’ieew!”

Finally he gets a moment of relief, not needing to exaggerate at all as he leans against the wall, panting for a moment. On purpose or not, attacks like that really take a lot out of him.

“Whew, that was intense,” Dazai says, meeting Chuuya’s gaze. The tears, while entirely from allergic irritation, were sure to help his cause.

“Oh shut up, I know you did that on purpose,” Chuuya retorts. There’s hesitance in his tone. He doesn’t know, now does he? He just thinks he knows. Step two.

“Heyy-” Dazai whines, rubbing his knuckles against his nose, accompanied by a pathetic sniffle. “Chuuya’s the one who just suffocated me in an allergen! How is this possibly my fault?”

Chuuya opens his mouth to respond, no doubt with some curses and a not-fully-thought-out retort, but Dazai– or, more specifically, Dazai’s nose– doesn’t give him the chance.

“eh’kNchhew! etSHhiew!”

“Bless you,” Chuuya replies, the blessing seeming to slip out without though, at least based on the glare he points at Dazai as he rushes to cover it with an insult. “You’re so gross, can’t you at least cover your fucking mouth?”

Time for step three. With another deep sniff, Dazai lets his gaze settle longingly on the tissue box sitting on Kunikida’s desk.

“I would, but the tissues are all the way over there, and-” With a dramatic flourish, Dazai lounges himself onto the couch. “I’m suffering! I can’t be expected to walk all the wahh… hihh’eshHhew! ehtchhew! All the way over there.”

Chuuya’s glare could cut through walls, fists clenching at his side. It’s a 50/50 on whether he hits something, or…

With a deep sigh, Chuuya slides across the room, setting the bouquet down on a desk as he goes. Once he reaches Kunikida’s, Dazai calls out, “Thank you Ch-uuya! Now if you’d just bring the-”

He’s cut off by the box hitting him in the face with a dull thud.

“There, now blow your fucking nose, you sound disgusting.”

Dazai obliges, grinning from behind the tissues as the noise makes Chuuya shudder. A few loose sneezes break through as air begins to flow through his nose again, “eshh’chew! ekt’iew!” the whole ordeal ended with a sigh.

“You know,” Dazai says with a smirk, “after all the misery Chuuya’s ‘business’ has caused me, I think I deserve to know what it was.”

“It’s private you moron!” Chuuya yells, but his anger is quickly cut off by another rapid double from Dazai, one perhaps a bit helped along by the soft touch of a tissue against his trembling nose. “hIEShh’oo! ekTSchhew!”

Chuuya pauses for a second, eyes darting as he seems to be locked in an inner debate. Finally with a resigned sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose with his hand. “I was doing a favour for the kid, alright?”

Mission successful. Dazai sits up, interest piqued. “Atsushi?”

“No, the other one. The farm boy.”

“Kenji?” Dazai asks, a smile starting to work its way over his cheeks. “Was the mighty Port Mafia Executive Chuuya bringing Kenji flowers?”

Chuuya points a glare at the wall, muttering out, “He was helping me with my garden, and wanted to see the results of what I grew, alright?!”

Before Dazai can get a word out, Chuuya moves towards the door, picking up the bouquet and shoving it into Dazai’s chest. Dazai barely has a second to react before his nose catches onto the pollen that it deems far too close.

“hH’ESCHhiew! Ch- Chuuya I– ehKT’chew! eiEShhhew! kEShhew!”

“Just make sure the kid gets them all in one piece, alright?” Chuuya says, grimacing as Dazai abandons the bouquet on the couch beside him and dives for the tissues. “And preferably not coated in bodily fluids.”

Dazai has a clever retort about ‘fluids’ and where they could end up, but Chuuya doesn’t give him a chance, heading out of the office with a final muttered blessing.

Blowing his nose again, Dazai stands, taking the bouquet and delicately placing it on Kenji’s desk.

“He’ll love them,” Dazai murmurs to himself, smiling softly.

#waterfallwrites #thank you for the request!! I hope this was what you were looking for <3 #i honestly missed s/oukoku so much i adore them haha~#wasn't entiiirellyyy sure how i wanted to end this so i hope it doesnt feel too disjointed <3 #s/oukoku #d/azai #c/huuya #snz #snz kink #snz fic

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