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starglow-xx · 4 years ago

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hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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tickly-trashcan · 4 years ago

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Crush {Gin & Akutagawa}

A/N: Okay wow again this one ended up a lot longer than I expected but y’know what sometimes that’s what happens. I started writing this before prompts were open and ended up finishing it just in time. This is also for Akutagawa’s birthday!! It’s not birthday themed but that’s okay, I still love him and wanted to do something special for him! Also I mentioned a little bit ago that i’d start putting pictures in with my fics, so here we go with that lol. Okay, now that that’s out of the way, I hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: Gin has noticed something off about her brother for a little while now, and she intends to get to the bottom of it.

Word Count: 2.1k (under the cut)

Something was… off.

Gin couldn’t quite place what it was, but something strange was happening with Akutagawa. He would stare into space often at mealtimes, and during those staring sessions his cheeks would occasionally dust a very faint pink, something that Gin had only recently noticed. He was coming home later than usual, and he didn’t talk about work as often with Gin, one of the things they used to talk about openly.

Yes, something was definitely off.

And Gin was going to find out what it was.

Gin was making dinner when Akutagawa finally came home, coughing lightly into his hand as he stood in the doorway, toeing off his shoes.

“Welcome home, big brother,” Gin said, a soft smile on her face as she looked over at him, pausing her cooking for a moment.

Akutagawa grunted a quick “hello” in response and walked out of Gin’s sight. Gin leaned in the kitchen doorway slightly to peek at what he was doing, and saw that he was sitting at the dining room table, staring down at his phone. He stared at it for a moment before typing something, then tucking his phone away in his pocket. He noticed Gin staring, and furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Do you need anything?”

“If you want to help chop the rest of the vegetables that would be nice,” Gin said, gesturing back into the kitchen. Akutagawa nodded, getting up from his seat and walking into the kitchen with Gin, picking up a knife as he started to chop up some potatoes.

“Were you texting someone?” Gin asked sweetly, stirring the pot. Akutagawa cut down onto the cutting board rather hard before answering.

“I was sending a message to Chuuya about a mission tomorrow,” He said calmly after a short pause.

Gin hummed softly in response. She could tell he was lying. She grew up around her brother, she knew all of his habits, and she knew that whenever he lied he would pause and talk in a softer tone than usual, as if it made him nervous.

Gin held back a grin as she continued to stir the pot, turning around to see that Akutagawa had cut the rest of the vegetables she needed. She made another gesture for him to hand them to her, which he promptly did, Gin tossing them into the pot. She stirred it around a few more times before adding in some broth, Akutagawa standing next to her as he watched.

“Are we having curry tonight?” He asked.

Gin nodded, and Akutagawa let out a low hum before walking out of the kitchen.

“Let me know if you need help with anything else, Gin.”

She peeked out of the kitchen once more and saw him walk into his bedroom, most likely to read and just enjoy his own company until dinner. Gin sighed. She could ask him more about it at dinner, but she was determined to get the truth out no matter what.

She finished up the curry just as the rice was done cooking, and she promptly dished up servings for herself and her brother. She set the table and knocked on Akutagawa’s bedroom door, waiting for him to respond.

“Yes?”

“Dinner’s ready.”

Akutagawa came out of his door a few moments later, Gin already sitting in her seat while Akutagawa took the seat across from her. They ate in silence for a few moments before Gin decided to ask another question.

“What’s your mission with Chuuya tomorrow?”

Akutagawa paused for a moment, spoon halfway to his mouth as he processed the question for a moment.

“It’s a simple clear out of an enemy that’s been getting too close, that’s all,” He said softly, taking a bite of his curry. Gin nodded, a sly smile on her lips.

“It just so happens that I know Chuuya’s working with the Black Lizard tomorrow, Ryuunosuke,” Gin lied back, trying to psyche out her brother.

Akutagawa’s eyes narrowed in confusion and he looked up at Gin. She smiled back at him, and Akutagawa coughed lightly into his hand as he forced a poker face.

“I see. There must have been a miscommunication on my part then. I’ll have to ask Mori for my orders tomorrow.”

Gin’s smile only widened as she realized she had her brother in a corner. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Gin continued to smile innocently at him, eating her meal.

“You haven’t talked about work that much recently either, Ryuunosuke, is there a reason for that?”

Akutagawa shifted again. Why was Gin firing all of these questions at him?

“I don’t feel the need to talk about it, considering we do the same thing,” He explained quickly, trying to keep his voice level.

Gin nodded, placing her chin on her hand as her elbow rested on the table.

“Is work why you’ve been coming home later too? Or is there a different reason for that?”

Akutagawa set his spoon down and crossed his arms.

“Why are you interrogating me, Gin?”

Gin hummed, smiling sweetly. “I suppose it is an interrogation at this point… Keeping that in mind, I would like an answer to my question.”

Akutagawa clicked his tongue. “We both already know the rule: those in the mafia with loose tongues die first. I don’t have any reason to tell you about my personal affairs with… never mind.”

“With who?” Gin was finally getting somewhere. She could see Akutagawa’s cheeks tint pink again. Gin held back a chuckle. So that’s what it was…

She waited a moment until just before Akutagawa was about to speak when she spoke.

“Do you have a crush, Ryuunosuke?”

Akutagawa’s eyes widened and the color on his cheeks grew. Gin smiled. She had hit the jackpot.

“No! That’s preposterous-”

“So who is it?”

Akutagawa stammered, trying to find the words, but instead he stood up, picking up his dinner plate that he had finished long before the interrogation had started.

Gin chuckled softly and followed in suit, carrying her empty dish to the sink and placing hers in after Akutagawa.

“Is it Higuchi?” She asked, Akutagawa turning away from her and walking towards the living room, sitting on the couch and picking up a book.

“I’m ignoring you,” He stated simply, and Gin merely sat next to him, continuing to list the possible people that she knew of.

“Was it just a regular civilian? Oh, maybe Tachihara? You two have been getting closer lately~”

Akutagawa pulled the book closer to his face, hiding the growing color on his cheeks from Gin as she continued to press on, until she finally got sick of the silent treatment from her brother.

“Ryuunosuke.”

No response.

“Ryuunosuke,” she poked his side to try and get his attention, and he jolted at the touch. Gin blinked before a more devious smile than her previous ones formed on her face. Akutagawa glanced at Gin, noticing the look on her face, and set the book down.

“What, are you gonna suggest I fell in love with Kaji now? You’re just listing off people I know!”

“So you do have a crush on someone?”

Akutagawa froze. Gin scooted closer to Akutagawa, who scooted back until he was at the end of the couch with nowhere to go.

“I’m gonna get it out of you, you know this Ryuunosuke. I know exactly how, too,” She said, raising her hands. Akutagawa’s eyes bulged as he glared at Gin.

“Gin, no. No. I don’t have feelings for anyone, you don’t need to do this-”

Before Akutagawa could further protest, Gin launched herself at him, Akutagawa letting out a loud “no!” Before Gin’s hands descended on his sides, Akutagawa held back his laughter by biting his lip as he grabbed Gin’s wrists, her fingers softly dancing up his sides and waist.

“G-Gin, stohop… stop it right now,” Akutagawa said, his voice shaking as he held back his laughter as best he could, his face broken into a wide grin, desperate not to give in. Gin only smiled, digging her fingers in a tad harder as Akutagawa let out a tiny squeak.

“I’m not stopping until you tell me who it is, Ryuunosuke. You better start talking~” She teased, squeezing Akutagawa’s waist as he took a sharp intake of air. It was getting harder to hold back his laughter, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would hold up.

“Gin, hehe- I’m s-serious,” Akutagawa said, his laughter starting to break through. He snickered softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he put his hand over his mouth to better cover his laughter. Gin sighed. Looks like the gentle approach wasn’t going to work with him.

Gin raised her hands and dug into Akutagawa’s ribs. Akutagawa let out a surprised shriek. The persistent, hard sensations were different from Gin’s gentle ones from before, causing Akutagawa to immediately start laughing.

He uncovered his mouth to grab Gin’s wrists, trying to pry them off of him as he squirmed, Gin unrelenting. Gin laughed along with Akutagawa, drumming her fingers along his ribs as he threw his head back, cackling.

“I haven’t heard you laugh in so long! Maybe I should do this more often!” She said gleefully.

“N-No you shohohohouldn’t!”

It was true, she hadn’t heard her brother laugh very often, if anything she only ever heard him chuckle. When they were younger she would tickle him occasionally to help him cheer up, but as they grew older moments like that were scarce.

“GAha-Gin! Stohohop it!” Akutagawa shrieked, his cheeks turning a light shade of red as he continued to laugh, tugging at Gin’s wrists in an attempt to pull them off, but to no avail.

“You know exactly how to make it stop, Ryuunosuke, just tell me who it is.”

“Nohohohohobody!”

Gin clicked her tongue teasingly, squeezing Akutagawa’s hips as he jumped, letting out a shriek as he dissolved into more laughter. Gin dug her thumb into Akutagawa’s hip bone, Akutagawa squirming away as much as he could as giggles poured from his lips.

She scribbled her fingers over Akutagawa’s tummy, Akutagawa arching his back and gripping her wrists harder, one hand pushing at her shoulder in another attempt to get her off of him. Loud, deep laughter continued to pour from his mouth as he shook his head back and forth.

“I think you’re gonna break soon~” Gin teased, her slender fingers dextrous as they continued to spider around Akutagawa’s abdomen, Akutagawa cackling as he continued to squirm next to Gin, trying to pry her hands off.

“I’m nohohohot! Th-There’s nobody, I swehehehehear! Stop!” Akutagawa laughed, pleading as Gin returned to his ribs.

She moved from his ribs under his arms, Akutagawa immediately retracting his hands to clamp his arms down at his sides on reflex, letting out a screech of ticklish agony as Gin grinned.

“Looks like I found a good spot.”

“Gin! NohohoHOHOHO!!”

Akutagawa threw his head back, his cackles filling the room as he laughed frantically, shaking his head from side to side as he pressed his arms down harder in an attempt to make the ticklish sensations halt, but to no avail.

“Alright! Alrihihihihight, stoHOHOHOP!”

Gin smiled, pulling her hands back as Akutagawa caught his breath, clutching his chest as he wheezed. She waited patiently for him to collect himself, easily deflecting the glare he sent her when he finally recovered. He looked away from Gin, his cheeks pink as he crossed his arms.

Gin raised her hands again, threatening him to talk, making Akutagawa let out a small squeak. He glared daggers at her, and looked away again, letting out a small huff.

“I suppose you were correct in your assumptions…” He said softly, the color on his cheeks growing as Gin lowered her hands, settling them in her lap as she listened intently.

“Who is it then?”

Akutagawa opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He closed it again and slouched into the couch, huffing again. Gin frowned, poking Akutagawa’s side again, making him jump.

“Okay! It’s… Jinko…”

Gin smiled widely. She had finally gotten it out of him, and what an unexpected person as well. This was truly interesting…

“How did that happen?” Gin asked with genuine interest.

“...Joint missions.”

Gin smiled, ruffling Akutagawa’s hair, who quickly swatted her hand away. Gin chuckled, pulling her hand back as she stood up from the couch.

“If you need any help with courting him let me know~”

“I’m not going to court him!” Akutagawa exclaimed, turning around to face Gin as the color on his cheeks grew once again. Gin laughed, waving a hand to Akutagawa, who stood up from the couch and walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him. Gin smiled to herself as she started on the dishes. Maybe this would work out for him…

#bungou stray dogs #gin #akutagawa #tickle fic

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ssatoritendou · 4 years ago

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Birthday Gift

Pairing: tachihara/reader

Michizo Tachihara

Word count: 1.6k

+ summary: it is Tachihara’s birthday the members of the port mafia take him out for drinks. He decides to go home early and catch up on work. Mori tells him to check up on Elise and her babysitter, you who is also Mori’s apprentice and Michizo’s crush.

Genre: fluffy lovey-dovey

Warning: 18+ suggestive themes

“Happy 20th Birthday Tachihara. Order as many drinks you want.” Gramps said.

“Haha, sure thing.” He grinned. Tachihara downed 4 shots of whatever liquor that was on the table that Chuuya put out for him.

“Looks like our little Tachihara has been preparing for this day for a while.” Chuuya laughed. This was going to be an interesting birthday.

“I think I’m going to go home,” Tachihara said only having a few glasses of beer and hard liquor. He knew his limit but everybody else stayed to get plastered. He was about to walk back to base before Mori stopped him.

“When you *hiccup* get home check on my dear Elise for me and little ____ too.”

“____ is there this late?”

“Elise can’t sleep without her. She had been staying with us while the storms are here.” He said.

He swallowed hard. “Yeah, of course, I’ll check in on both of them.”

He hated to admit it but he had a little crush on Elise’s babysitter. But you weren’t just a babysitter you were Mori’s apprentice. Practically like a daughter to his boss. Now you weren’t just an apprentice in the mafia no you were trying to become a doctor. And you wanted to learn from the doctor himself.

Tachihara recently started staying in his office in Headquarters. Mori recently put him in charge of the armory. That was a lot of paperwork and inventory every day. He would sometimes let that paperwork build up. This was one of those nights he knew if he waited another night he would end up behind. Normally he wouldn’t care but Mori had put a lot of faith and trust into him with the armory control.

But before he could get to his paperwork he needed to check on you and Elise.

“____ I’m not tired,” Elise whined to you.

“Elise I understand but I’m tired.” You whined back. She was behind just finishing your side braid.

“They're all done.” She said happily.

“Good now, will you go to bed?” Before she could answer there was a knock on the door. You knew if it was Mori he would just burst in. “Elise hide.” You reached for a gun that Mori hid in her room just in case. You pulled the gun from behind the nightstand. She nodded and went to go hide.

“Come in.” You said you aimed the gun at the door.

“Hey, Mori just wanted me-”

Bang! You shot the gun.

“____ what the fuck was that for!” Tachihara yelled. He clutched the side of his arm.

“Tachihara I’m sorry. I thought you were an intruder.” You moved his hand and saw that it sliced through both his jacket and shirt. “Oh thank god.”

“Not to sound rude or anything but how is this a thank god moment?” He said through gritted teeth.

“It’s just a graze you baby.”

“I know you’re welcome.” Then it hit you his ability. He was able to manipulate metal.

“Thank you.” You chuckled nervously. “Elise you can come out now.”

She came out of the closet. “You shot Tachihara!” She shouted.

“Yes, Elise. Go to bed I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She was about to make a fuss but then looked at Tachihara who was gazing at your figure.

“No need. I can sleep without you. Just stay with Tachihara tonight.”

“What?” You said embarrassed and shocked but before you could correct her she was pushing the both of you out of her room and locking it from behind. “I’ll just crawl into bed with her later. I have a key.” You said blushing.

“Can you remove your jacket and shirt?” You said. “And where’s your secret liquor stash? And not the good stuff.”

“Under my pillow.” He said taking off the top half of his clothing. “Should I sit at my desk?”

“Yes.” You had the first aid kit ready to go. He was sitting patiently at the desk.

Technically Tachihara could do this himself. But he knew that you were working hard with Mori.

He watched you set up what you were going to do. You pulled out the disinfectant wipe, a big bandage, and some gauze.

“Now I must warn you this will sting a little.”

“Oh please I’m not a baby-” He winced at the strong stinging of the disinfect you wiped with the pressure you applied. “You didn't have to go so hard.”

“Well, that is so you make sure it’s clean.” You said through gritted teeth, you quickly applied the bandaged and the gauze. “They're all done, you big baby. Now I would usually give my patients lollipops or stickers whatever Elise is feeling. But since it’s your birthday let’s do a birthday shot.” You said with a smile pulling glasses out of his third desk draw and poured the cheap liquor.

“How did you know that the glasses were there?” Tachihara asked.

“Mori has them in all the office 3rd desk draw. I just have a thing for cheap liquor, what I grew up drinking.” You handed him the glass. “Come on.”

He took the shot from you and downed it as you did.

“Thanks again.”

“Of course Tachihara anything for you. I really should be getting back to Elise I don’t want her to get scared and disappoint Mori.”

“Trust me Mori won’t remember the next few hours and Elise said she would be found. You can sleep on my bed I don’t mind. I’m going to be working most of the night and probably sleep on the couch. The bed has never been slept on.”

The bed did look so comfortable. You haven’t been getting a lot of sleep while spending your nights for the past week with Elise.

“Thank you Tachihara.” You went over to the bed and lifted the covers and sunk into the beds cushioning.

“You can call me Michizo.” He went over to his closet and pulled 2 sweatshirts out. He slipped one on himself. “Here you can wear this to bed.”

“Thanks.” You slipped the sweatshirt on.

You fell back down into the soft bed. You were engulfed in his cologne. Even though the bed was barely slept in it still smelt like him. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes.

Tachihara was an interesting member of the Port Mafia to you at least. Sure he had a temper that leads to his rash decision making. However, he valued orders and his position in the mafia. But those qualities made a great person in combat and a reliable man.

He was the only person around your age that you got to be around with every once in a while. He was kind to you. Which was different than the way he treated others. But you thought maybe it because he didn’t spend a lot of time with you.

He wasn’t a sight for sore eyes. He was quite attractive.

Must have only been a couple of hours of you resting but you shifted a little when you heard a loud sigh from across the room.

You riser from your sleepy state. “Michizo are you alright?”

“Mmm. Oh _____ I’m sorry if I woke you. Just work that is stressing me out.”

“How much paperwork did you finish?” You said getting you from the bed and sauntering over to his desk.

“Almost all of it. I just have a few more files.” He said rubbing his face.

You went behind him and put your hands on his shoulders. This caused Tachihara to drop his pen. You started to massage his shoulders.

“Just come to bed. I’ll help you finish it in the morning.” You said leaning into his ear. “I can’t stand to see you this stressed out Michizo. You need rest, doctors orders.”

He turned his head towards your sleepy face. “Fine Princess.” He let you pull him towards the bed.

“You need to relax more.” You continue to rub his shoulders. He fell back into your soft chest closing his eyes. “You get so stressed out from your work. Being a leader of the black lizard and control the armory now.”

“Ugh ___.” He moaned. He caught himself pulling away from your massage and holding your hands. “You are a little minx.” He leaned into your face placing a rough kiss on you.

He pulled away to gauge your reaction. “W-What was that for?” You asked shying away with a pink tint on your cheeks.

He smirked. “Just a birthday present for myself. Unless you liked it, Princess?” He asked tilting your head towards him again. “If you want another one you are going to have to tell me you liked it. If you didn’t I’ll back off.”

You shit your eyes. “I liked it. I liked it a lot, Michizo.”

“Good girl.” He leaned toward this time being slightly gentle. He only got a little more forceful with the kisses when his tongue entered your mouth. You return everyone of his kisses. Soon turning sloppy and salvia almost dripping down your chin.

He only stop when you began to whine. “We are going to have to stop for tonight Princess. I wouldn’t be able to control myself. And my doctor did say to get some rest.” He said with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. He turned you around to spoon you. “Remember that you promised to help me in the morning ___.”

“Of course Michizo.”

He hummed to your agreeing tone.

“Happy birthday my love you said rubbing his hand across your torso.

“Goodnight my love.” He grumbled into your neck.

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stargirl720 · 4 years ago

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Day 5: Failed Escape

@whumptober2020 when Tachihara gets exposed as the traitor he is... Fear.jpeg

Tachihara knew the moment he exposed who he was to Yosano, his mission was compromised. He now had a crack in a perfect undercover identity.

But the Hunting Dogs sent him back in for just a little bit more information.

And now, he was going to die for it.

His cover had been blown. He shoved what he needed into a duffel bag and sprinted outside, going for his motorcycle. A few feet from it, a huge boulder came down and crushed it completely.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Chuuya growled from atop the nearest lamppost, cracking his knuckles threateningly. But Tachihara didn't waste any time, reaching with another lamppost and wrapping the metal tightly around his waist before turning and sprinting away. As he did so, he pulled out a burner phone, for emergency use only.

"Jouno!" He shouted when the other end clicked. "Jouno, my cover is blown, they're hunting me down. I - I need back-up, as soon as possible. I know I'm supposed to be, like, prepared to die, but I'd prefer not to!" He said in a level voice he could manage, glancing over his shoulder and stumbling.

"Where are you?" Jouno asked, his tone urgent as his chair squeaked when he stood up.

"I'm a few blocks from my apartment - headed your way right now, taking the fastest route," he said quickly, sprinting across a street without checking and stopping any cars that nearly hit him with his ability. "I'm on foot and -"

A leg came flying out from his right, and Tachihara just barely dodged it, his eyes widening. He didn't stop, though.

"Jouno -" he started, terror taking root in his entire body. "Jouno, I don't know if I'm gonna make it out. But I love you - and I'm sorry," he said, unable to hear any reply before he was tackled.

"Who the fuck were you calling?!" Gin asked as she turned him over, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and slammed him into the ground, making sure to hit his head hard.

Tachihara's head spun, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his blurry vision. "Fuck off," he replied before he was distracted by the glint of her knife.

Just before he got stabbed, he altered the course and had her stab herself instead.

When a grunt approached with a metal bat, it was crumbled and wrapped around his neck.

He was dazed, and probably concussed, but he was fighting.

Fighting until the very end.

Everything was too much to keep up with after that, but next thing Tachihara knew, he was sitting in a car with a bag over his head.

His concussion was already almost healed, just in the few hours that had passed. He quickly twitched his head and ripped apart all the metal under the hood, bringing them to a full stop.

Fighting, fighting until the very end, he said.

He killed the entire car full of people and removed the bag from his head. He was surrounded… by guns.

Guns, he could handle, no matter how many bullets they had.

He just had to last until Jouno could rescue him. If Jouno could rescue him.

#whumptober2020 #no.5 #failed escape #bsd #fic #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #jouno saigiku #bsd jouno #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #akutagawa gin #bsd gin #execution #concussion

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wildnya · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: Yes, Definitely That One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@dazai-kinks @dazai-centric @yeenkk

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

tomorrow time to recharge goodnight

#The Feral Broke and The Boss #bsd dazai #bsd #bsd oda #bsd ango #bsd oc Robin #bsd oc Vixi #bsd kouyou #bsd higuchi #bsd hirotsu #bsd tachihara #yes ango is married #bsd yosano #Vixi is a vixen

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astxlphe · 5 years ago

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Thank you, With Love

(@bsd-rarepair-valentines-week)

Day 1 / Bouquet // AkuHigu

Higuchi finds flowers on her desk several mornings in a row.

General warning: a bit of violence and talking about killing people. That’s it.

(Uhh, first time writing that ship, i hope it’s fine...)

When Ichiyo arrived at the office on the first morning, she found Gin and Tachihara gathered around her desk, whispering between themselves.

“What’s going on?” she asked, making her way towards them.

Silence.

It was Gin who spoke up first, looking back at her.

“Is it your birthday?” Months ago, Ichiyo wouldn’t even have picked up on it, but Gin sounded put off, in a “it’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me” way.

Oh dear, they were starting to become friends.

“Well, no.” She frowned, and supplied helpfully: “It’s in May. Why?”

All three of them were still looking at her as they moved away from her desk, and Ichiyo gaped.

On her desk sat a large bouquet of flowers, carefully wrapped in soft green paper.

“We checked it,” Tachihara said. “It’s not a bomb or anything like that. It’s just...” he shrugged. “...a bunch of flowers.”

“Is there a note?” Ichiyo asked, picking the bouquet. She checked the inside, between the flowers, but there didn’t seem to be one. “That’s strange. Who could have put that here?”

“Thank you gift?” Gin suggested.

“I wouldn’t know what for... Besides, how would they get that in Headquarters?”

She tried to remember if she had helped someone recently – someone who knew to find her here — but nothing came to mind.

Either way, she didn’t have time to think too deeply on it. As touched as she was with the gesture, she had work to do.

Hirotsu gave a voice to her thoughts. “All of you should stop behaving like gossiping teenagers,” he told them. “Akutagawa will soon be back with the boss’ orders, we must be ready to head out as soon as he arrives. As for this—” He looked pointedly at the bouquet. “While this may be a harmless gift, I strongly suggest we keep a better eye out of what enters this office.”

They dispersed, sheepishly obeying the older man. Ichiyo found a vase in the kitchen, and put the bouquet on the corner of her desk.

When Akutagawa came back, he filed them in on the mission, not even taking note of the flowers — if he even had noticed them in the first place — and everyone put it out of their mind.

That was the end of it.

It should have been the end of it.

Well, it wasn’t, because the next day, when Ichiyo came in again, there was another bouquet on her desk.

She looked around. She had decided to come in early to finish so the previous day’s mission’s property damage report— they had to keep the legal businesses on their territory safe and repair them when needed, that was the deal — so the office was empty.

Checking the flowers, she found, once again, no deadly trap and no note.

Nevertheless, this was highly suspicious. Those flowers couldn’t come out of nowhere. Someone had to drop them here, and this someone could do it during the night or early enough in the morning that no one had arrived yet.

She reviewed, in her mind, who could do such a thing. The boss and, of course, all the executives, had access to their offices, but she couldn’t imagine any of them leaving flowers on her desk.

And two days in a row?

Apart from Kouyou, who always seemed like the most likely of the bunch to get someone a gift, but Ichiyo didn’t know Kouyou very well, and only had very few conversations with her — all work related. She was still horribly intimating and always left her shaking in her metaphorical boots.

There was also Chuuya, the executive who visited their office the most, usually to try and coax Akutagawa into having a meal other than a salad.

Maybe she could ask them... but she didn’t want to make a fuss about something like flowers. What kind of Mafia operative would she be if she got worried about flowers?

Was it even the same person both times?

So, she sighed and went looking for something to put them on. She miraculously found another vase in the kitchen, and put the flowers on her desk, on the other side of the first bouquet.

They didn’t have a lot of decorations in their office, so the flowers embellished the room quite nicely. Both bouquets also fit well next to one another, and it was starting to give the room a nice scent.

When the others arrived, she was deep into her paperwork.

“Another?” Gin asked.

“Yes!” She smiled awkwardly. “I still don’t know who sent them, though.” She ran a finger on a flower's petals. “They’re beautiful.”

“You did not see who delivered them?”

“No, they were already here when I arrived. I’ll ask at the reception if they saw something when I go home tonight.” She smiled at Hirotsu, noting his grave expression. “I wouldn’t worry so much, it’s only flowers.”

“Did you make sure they weren't trapped?” Akutagawa asked.

“O-Of course!” Her face flushed red. “No bomb, no gas, no wiretap. They’re real flowers too.”

He nodded, and went back to work.

The flowers stayed on her desk through the whole day.

“I believe,” Hirotsu said on the third day, starring at yet another bouquet of flower in Higuchi’s hands, “that Higuchi has gained a secret admirer.”

“Eh?” She put the bouquets back on the desk quickly and turned to Hirotsu, face turning a bright red. “A- a secret admirer?”

Tachihara laughed. “And you call us gossiping teenagers?”

Hirotsu send him a look, and Tachihara’s laugh died down immediately.

“Probably Mafia too,” Gin guessed, “or they wouldn’t have been able to get in.”

She could never have an admirer — she was, after all, hopeless, as her sister liked to say, and well aware that any reputation and authority she might have stemmed from Akutagawa’s own. She couldn’t see why anyone in the Mafia would see her as worthy of admiration.

“Did you talk to the reception?”

“They say they haven’t seen anything, or anyone, carrying flowers inside the building. At least not during their working hours.” Which didn’t mean much, because the reception was closed during the night and you could only get in with a key card.

So, as always, she found a place to put the bouquet — on one of their shelves, used to file a copy of their reports.

A cough sounded from behind as she set it down. “Are you going to leave it there?” Akutagawa asked, and for a short moment Ichiyo thought he might disapprove.

“Well, we don’t have any more vases,” she explained quickly, feeling a bit embarrassed — she didn’t want all that "secret admirer” business to bother anyone, especially not her actual crush. “I don’t really know where else to put it — we’ll have to wait until one of the other bouquets wilts...”

“We could get a new one. Some cheap ones are nice.”

She glanced at her desk, where the first bouquet she had gotten, full of soft looking white flowers, would soon start dying.

It would be a shame; they were absolutely gorgeous.

“Do you like them?”

“Uh?” That was the last question she expected, and it left her speechless for a few seconds. “I mean, y-yes of course! I love flowers, but those...” She blushed, and rubbed the back of her head. “Someone thought I deserved them and I’m—” She sniffed, and hoped she wouldn’t start crying over something like this in front of him. “You know. It makes me happy?”

“I see.”

He looked deep in thought, frowning. Maybe he thought he deserved flowers too?

“Do you want me to buy you flowers, senpai?”

It snapped him back into reality. “Absolutely not.”

Ichiyo gulped, staring at the potted flowers sitting on her desk.

“We don’t have any more vases.”

There had been nobody else besides the five of them in the room, so no one else could have heard her say this, or even known she didn’t know where to put the flowers anymore.

Whoever gifted her those flowers was someone within their office. It could only be one of four people — Gin, Tachihara, Hirotsu, or Akutagawa.

She fantasized, for a minute, of Akutagawa buying her flowers. She giggled at herself — what a cute, romantic move it would be.

But he wasn’t one for affectionate gestures — though she had seen him fix Gin's hair once, after a rough fight, when he thought nobody was looking.

So that left Gin, Hirotsu and Tachihara.

Uh.

She couldn’t really see any of them buying her flowers either.

Now by habit, she slipped her fingers in between the flowers and on the paper packaging the pot. Once again, no trap, but this time there was a small cardboard note, folded, written inside.

“Water twice a week"

It was printed, in a neat, flowery font. The note had no logo or no indication of who could have sent it. A small section had a message, but the signature had been left unfilled.

“With love, from......”

“With love,” she repeated quietly.

She pulled the small card off the flowers and slipped it in her breast pocket with a smile.

The smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the air, and Ichiyo stood still, her back on Akutagawa, her finger pressed on the trigger.

“That’s the last of them,” she told him, and pushed her sunglasses back on her nose. “The place is ours.” She tilted her head, listening in her earbud as Tachihara laughed, gunshots echoing from far away. “The others are almost done as well.”

This organization had believed they could settle on Mafia territory and start their own business there, hoping to slowly eat away the Port Mafia’s influence on the neighbourhood — their mistake.

The boss had not liked their arrogance.

“Good.” Rashomon comes to a rest, settling back into its coat form. He stares at the bodies they left in their wake, and his lips twitch into the only kind of smile Ichiyo has ever seen him make — more a grimace than a smile.

“Let’s leave before the police starts getting curious.” He coughed. “The officers in the area are ours, but they will not be able to pretend nothing happened.”

As he talked, Ichiyo couldn’t help but notice — soft cries of pain and twitchy movements. She blinked, surprised. Akutagawa did not usually leave any survivors.

“Those are still alive.”

“Leave them,” Akutagawa ordered. “The police will take care of them.”

As he spoke, sirens starting sounding in the distance. Ichiyo’s earbud spluttered. “They’re already here,” she heard Gin say. “We will meet back at headquarters.”

She relayed the message to Akutagawa, who nodded. “Come on,” he gestured for her to follow him. “Let’s get out of here.”

They left, getting back to the car quickly. Akutagawa took the wheel and Ichiyo sat in the passenger seat. The adrenaline from the fight was dying down, allowing her to relax, and she felt a strange mix of nervous and giddy.

She was alone , with Akutagawa . Maybe they could make small talk?

“Senpai?” she tried.

All the answer she got was an absentminded “uh?”

“Can I...hum...ask you something?”

She took his silence as an approval.

“Why didn’t we kill them? Even with our people in the police—”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Her question resulted in a deep, angry scowl she’s learned to associate with the people he hated the most.

“I promised. I made a deal with the weretiger.”

The somewhat sweet if not oblivious young man who had helped her tail Gin once. He had seen her at her cry once, to her greatest embarrassment.

And this person had somehow managed to convince Akutagawa to stop killing.

“What did he do? Offered his own life in exchange?” she tried to joke.

“He did, actually.”

Why wasn’t she more surprised? Based on what little she knew about him; it was exactly something he would do.

“And the boss agreed to this?” She doubted he had, but well. Mori had his eccentricities too.

“No,” he said. “He isn’t aware of this.”

“And you’re not going to tell him.”

“What the boss doesn’t know won't kill him.” He paused. “Or me.”

“I see.” Ichiyo bit her lip. “Does anyone else know?”

“Only Gin, and she called me an idiot.” He looked put off at this, his expression almost identical to Gin’s when she’d thought she had missed her birthday.

Still, she felt her heart swell — she was in on the secret, he had chosen to tell when he could have just told her to mind her own business. He trusted her.

“I can do it for you, if you’d like? The killing, I mean. You just point me to the target and—”

“Don’t bother.” He huffed. “That’s cheating. Just don’t let the boss know.”

“I wouldn’t! You can count of me.”

Akutagawa didn’t answer, and turned at the next corner instead. The car slowed down in front of the Mafia headquarters.

She was attempting to write the report when Gin came in, holding a pot of flowers.

“This,” Gin explained. “came in just before we left.” She set it down on the desk. “It was left at the reception for you.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“It doesn’t seem to be slowing down,” she went on crossing her arms, eyebrows set into a frown.

“I’m sorry.” Ichiyo sent her an apologetic smile. “I wish I knew who sent those...”

“We can’t do anything about it.” Then muttered something under her breath she didn’t quite got — something that sounded like “idiot” and, she could guess, wasn’t directed at her — before leaving her to her work.

Tachihara was, as usual, no help whatsoever, while Hirotsu diligently did his own paperwork. If things went as it generally did, he would threaten the younger commander into working within the hour.

Curious, she took the time to look inside the flowers, thinking that maybe, after last time, there would be a note.

She found it easily. It was the same kind of cardboard note, indicated to water the flowers once every two days. Inside was the flowery inscription: Thanks for everything, from.....

As before, it had been left unfilled.

It didn’t necessarily mean anything. It was only a default flower shop card, but there were always different choices and mystery person had picked those ones in particular.

Thank you and With love.

“Higuchi?”

She almost jumped out of her skin as Akutagawa called out to her. “Yes?” she squeaked out.

“Have you seen Gin?”

“Oh, she just left — I think the flowers are getting on her nerves.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t make useless apologies. You have done nothing wrong.”

God, this man’s way with words.

“Thank you,” she said anyway, and yawned. It had been a long day.

His gaze caught on the flowers on her desk. Ichiyo wondered if it annoyed him too — but his face seemed to almost soften. “I’ll talk to her.”

Before he left, he took a look at the she files on her desk. “Paperwork can wait,” he told her and disappeared in the corridor. “Get some sleep.”

Once he was gone, Ichiyo leaned back on her chair. She should probably take a nap. They’d been running around all day, and it was a little over two in the morning. Akutagawa was right, the paperwork would have to wait for tomorrow.

She pushed the papers back, gathered her things, and went home. She made sure not to make too much noise — her sister was asleep; she didn’t want to wake her up.

Next morning, she woke up early to be able to finish the reporting before lunchtime. She left home before breakfast, deciding to take it at Headquarters.

After parking her car, she started walking towards the building, when she stopped dead in her tracks.

Right there, if she turned left directly instead of going forward, a little further down the street, was a flower shop.

She’d never taken that street. She’d been around the neighborhood, obviously, but always the streets that sold lunch, or groceries. Or office supplies, when they had budget cuts and ran out of pens.

On a whim, she took her left and reached the florist pretty quickly. The store name’s font matched the one on the card she’d found in the potted flowers.

She hadn’t imagined the florist could be so close to her place of work. She looked through the large glass door, and realized it was open. Her watch showed 6:30am, extremely early for a florist to be opened.

On the other hand, around the Mafia HQ, people kept strange hours.

Then she spotted Akutagawa. Inside the flower shop.

Eyes wide, she stood, watching in silence as he seemed to hesitate between a bouquet of roses and a pot it colorful pansies.

She really liked roses.

He picked the roses.

Maybe they were for Gin?

After paying, he moved towards the door and froze when he saw her. His lips moved, mouthing a swear word as he realized he had nowhere to run.

His face went red and, as soon as was outside, he shoved her the roses in her arms and tried to escape.

Definitely not for Gin.

“Wait!” She managed to get a hold of his sleeve. “Senpai, have you been the one— the flowers?”

He nodded briskly. “I just wanted you to know that I...” He seemed to have trouble finding the right words. “Appreciate,” he ended up saying. “I appreciate you, and your work. You always have my back, even though I’m not—” He grimaced. “I believed this would get the message across better than I could. Don’t make a fuss about it.”

With love, the note had said.

“But I—” For all her fantasies for Akutagawa offering her flowers, she had never considered what she would do or say if it actually happened. Her eyes watered and she gulped, trying to fight back a sob. “It’s just my job and I—”

“Are you crying.”

“No!”

“Stop crying!”

“I can’t, I’m sorry!” She rubbed her eyes to get rid of the tears. “I’m just so happy!”

“What about?”

“You! And the flowers! And the—”

Thank you, with love.

Akutagawa didn’t answer, but he fumbled with his pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues, which he pushed in her hands. “I didn’t want to — I didn’t mean to—”

She blew her nose ungracefully. “Thank you.” She sniffed. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional over this.”

“No trouble. I’m…glad you like them.” He stood there, quiet, for a few seconds, staring resolutely at the flowers. “Would you like to—” he hesitated. "You are free tomorrow night.”

It took her a second to know whether it was a question or an order.

“Yes?”

“Good. Let's have dinner?”

“I—” She couldn’t speak. She had to be dreaming, or something would go horribly wrong in the minute. This was everything she had wished for since meeting him and it couldn’t simply happen. She hadn’t done anything to deserve that and yet... “Just the two of us?”

He acquiesced, and she smiled, feeling herself tear up again.

“I would love to!”

“Please don’t cry again.”

“It’s too late! I’m so sorry!”

#bsdrarepairvday #bsd #akuhigu #akutagawa ryuunosuke #higuchi ichiyo #i hope it's alright #you know what i had a lot of fun writing this actually #so i don't care if's a bit dumb y'know #also this got WAY out of hand like #it wasn't supposed to be this long #sorry #PLS LET THE READ MORE WORK

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raven-writes-requests · 5 years ago

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Corruption

Rating: Everyone Word count: 2,1 K Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: OC x Chuuya Nakahara Genre: Angst

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It was a normal day for her at work, at least as normal as a day in the mafia could be. She was running around with tons of paperwork in her hands, so she barely had time to check her phone notifications, which seemed to be endless as she wouldn't stop feeling it ringing inside of her pocket.

It was around half an hour later, when she had finally had a break and took her phone out, ready to see who needed her so desperately. She looked at the almost fifty missed calls from Dazai speechless. What could he possibly want now to be so insistent?

Just as she was about to read his messages, her phone began to ring. The caller was Dazai, again.

"What is it? Why are you calling me so insistently? Don't you know that I'm busy working?" she said angrily as she picked up the call.

"Listen, this is an emergency." he said and she laughed.

"What's the emergency this time? You're hanging upside down because you're too stupid to properly kill yourself?" she was seriously done with Dazai ridiculous calls.

"No, not this time…" he barely managed to speak before she cut him off again.

"Then what? Do you want to show me a new way to do that? Or is it that you want me to find you new and innovative ways to do it…?" she kept going, completely ignoring the urgency in Dazai’s voice.

"It's Chuuya!" he screamed, cutting her off. She immediately shut up, panic taking over her whole body as she heard the red haired’s name. "He…" Dazai sighed. "He used Corruption and I wasn't able to stop him in time… I… I don't think he has much time left." His voice was barely a whisper as he finished the sentence, probably because he was scared of what she could say to him at that moment.

She could feel her phone slipping through her fingers and crashing against the ground beneath her. Her world was literally breaking down at the thought of a universe where Chuuya didn't exist, a universe where Chuuya wasn’t there beside her.

She got up immediately, her legs trembling as well as her hands as ran out of the small office where she was. She felt herself crush into someone, probably Kōyō. But she kept running anyways, she didn’t had the time to deal with anyone, she had to make it to Chuuya's side immediately.

She could hear sirens in the distance and the cold salty air of Yokohama City filled her lungs. Near the most important warehouses of the Port Mafia, she could see smoke and a building suddenly crumbling down.

Panic coursed through her even harder as she saw that. Were they okay? What was going on? Why did Chuuya chose to willingly use Corruption? Why didn’t Dazai stop him on time? She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, she had to get to both of them.

People and cars were accumulating in the streets and the police and ambulances were trying to get to the place of the incident. Some of them were annoyed, others were simply curious to see why the building had fallen down.

“We’re working to see what had happened. So far, we can’t give you any kind of information.” one of the policeman that were already at the scene were telling the people who were looking around with horrified looks, others were just recording the place of the incident.

After pushing people around and getting to the front lines, she was stopped by one of the police officers. “You can’t walk in there. Civilians are not allowed in.”

“I don’t care.” she tried to get past the officer, but was stopped again.

“You can’t walk in there.” the person insisted. “I know, you probably have a loved one there, but you’ll have to wait until the rescue unit comes. They will take care of it.” the officer’s voice sounded as if they were trying to reassure her, but that wasn’t what she needed at the moment. She needed to see him.

“I said, I don’t care.” she said again and walked past the officer, running so no one would stop her before time.

“Dazai!” she screamed as she walked around, stepping on pieces of debris as she desperately tried to find the two of them.

“Over here!” she heard Dazai’s voice screaming at her. As she turned around, she saw Dazai down on his knees, Chuuya’s head on his lap. Even in the distance, he looked as if he was agonizing.

When she finally got to the two of them, she kneeled next to Dazai and took Chuuya’s head on her lap. “Oi, you dumbass. She’s finally here.” the brown haired nudged Chuuya, making him open his eyes a little.

“Huh? She’s here?” he whispered, his voice sounded exhausted and she could see him having some difficulties to breathe as he breathed in.

“Hey, I’m here.” she whispered as she slowly caressed his hair. His hat was a few feet away from them, his gloves were missing and his skin was covered in red furious marks, evidence that he had used his ability to its full potential to the point where we was now dying an agonizing death.

The day had started as a brand new, happy day for her. It was only a few hours prior that she was making some dinner plans with her boyfriend over the phone and now… Now she was struggling not to cry in front of him as he was dying.

His eyes were still closed as his hand reached to caress her cheek. She was surprised he even had the strength left in his body to do such a thing. “Don’t cry.” he said, she could see the faint smile on his face. How could he say such a thing in a moment like that? “I don’t want to see you crying.” his voice was soft and caring.

His hand began to drop, he was clearly even more exhausted. She immediately grabbed it, feeling strange as she felt his skin against hers. It felt foreign to her, but she enjoyed the sensation anyways.

His eyes opened up again and he extended his other hand, taking ahold of his hat. He moved it towards her head and left the hat resting on top of her head.

“Wh… What are you doing? Don’t move too much!” she said with a trembling voice.

“It’s yours now, keep it. I love the way it looks on you.” he smiled weakly at her. She could feel the tears wanting to be free, but she refused to cry.

The last thing she heard coming out of his mouth was a whisper in the form of her name, a whisper that she was sure she would never forget for as long as she kept living.

Time seemed to stop when she noticed it, tears began to fall freely now, there was nothing left to stop them. She gripped his hand tightly, slowly let it go.

“Chūya?” she whispered as she nudged him carefully. He didn’t even moved, even if she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t. Deep down, she knew the truth, Chuuya was dead.

“Are you okay?” she could hear Dazai’s soft and gentle voice next to her as he put a hand on her shoulder. Even if he hated her, he couldn’t bring himself to say something about his enemy dying. It just felt… wrong for him to do so in a moment like that.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she broke down, hugging his boyfriend’s body as if he would disappear if she let go.

It had been a few days since the day when she lost him, she was currently sitting in a bar somewhere around the Port Mafia’s headquarters. She was playing with glass of wine that she was holding between her fingers and a bottle of wine was sitting next to her elbow, on top of the counter.

“You see why I called you?” near by, a red haired nudged a brown haired male, who look really uncomfortable standing in the middle of the Port Mafia’s headquarters and looking at the scene in front of him.

“Not really, what am I supposed to do?” he asked, confused by the reason why he was summoned there. Was he supposed to cheer her up? Him out of all people?

“I want you to talk to her. She hasn’t been talking to anyone. Not with me, not with Tachihara, not with Akutagawa nor with Gin… and you know how close she is to the three of them.” the red haired said and looked at the man beside her. “You know I would never ask anything of you, specially not after you left the Mafia like that. But please, could you try talking to her, Dazai?”

He had to admit, the sight in front of him was depressing. Never in his life he thought he would see the girl in such a state, and having Kōyō Ozaki personally asking him a favor such as this… He couldn’t refuse.

With slow, careful steps he walked up to her. Her eyes didn’t move from the glass in front of her, still filled with a wine he remembered too well, a bottle of 1889 Pétrus. In front of her, a pack of cigarettes was half open, beside it was a lighter, ready in case someone wanted a smoke. Dazai chuckled softly at the sight before himself. Again, another sight he would have never thought he would see in his lifetime.

“What do you want?” her voice was merely a whisper, but he could still hear the anger in it even if he could barely hear the words she spoke.

“Someone asked me to come and see you. They told me you looked miserable, but I was certainly not ready for this.” he said, catching her attention and making her look up, revealing the face that Chuuya’s hat had been hiding from him.

“What do you mean this?” if looks could kill, Dazai was sure that she would have buried him six feet under. Still, he smiled softly at her.

“Are you trying to pick up his habits or something?” he asked, pointing at the bottle of wine and the pack of cigarettes that were in front of her. She sighed at his words and he kept going. “Even if he usually did that, it doesn’t mean he would have wanted you doing the same things, you know?”

She laughed humorlessly. “I’m not. I can’t even do this. I’ve been staring at this glass of wine for the last thirty minutes, trying to decide whether I should drink it or not, but I can’t do it. I thought this would help me ease the pain I feel inside of me, but… I don’t think this is actually working.”

Dazai put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. “I know what it feels like.” he said, making her look at him with a really confused look. “I guess I should explain myself… I had a friend, whom I held dearly, who died a few years ago.” he began to explain. “I didn’t knew how to deal with his death at first, until I remembered what his last words were. He had told me to be a good person, to do something good with my life.”

As Dazai’s eyes looked at the distance with an expression she was sure she had never seen in her eyes, she began to wonder where he was going with that.

“What I mean is… Don’t waste your time crying for him. Instead, do something better, live your life the way he would’ve wanted you to live it.” he smiled as he got up. “You never know where it might take you to.”

Dazai left her alone after that. She was shocked, there were no tears on her face. She was just staring blankly at the large selection of drinks that was in front of her. To live her life the way Chuuya would’ve wanted her to live it?

Her gaze went down to her drink again. This time, she took it to her lips, taking a large sip of the wine. Then, she left the glass down again and smiled.

The girl had no idea how much she needed Dazai’s words until she heard them, and that was what she was going to do. She was going to stop crying around for him and closing herself inside of a cocoon and begin to live her life the way she knew Chuuya would’ve wanted her to live.

#Ravenwritesrequests #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara

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aiupenn · 6 years ago

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Piece By Piece

Five times Jouno realized Tachihara loved him, and the one time Jouno realized he loved him, too.

[a/n: written for @bsd-rarepairweek day 4. the theme was slipping through my fingers.] tw: fire, burns, vomiting, and a kiss without consent.

First: Discovery

Saigiku relied on heartbeats to count the number of people in a room. This was handy for a lot of reasons, not least of which that he could immediately gage people's reactions to his entrance. It was easy to pick out a villain from a group if they were the only one who's heart turned frantic at his arrival.

But here's the thing: that shouldn't be true at the Hunting Dog's offices.

When he entered, there were four heartbeats, exactly as it should be. What was strange, however, was that one of them started to race like a freight train when he walked through the door.

"Welcome back," Teruko said cheerfully.

"I'm back," Saigiku said, his voice a little quiet as he pinpointed the owner of the nervous heart.

It couldn't be Teruko or Fukuzawa based on size, so that meant it was either Suehiro or Tachihara. He could hear Suehiro doing push-ups by the window, so that left him with Tachihara. The realization put him a bit on edge. Tachihara had betrayed one group already. Mission or no, Saigiku wasn't the sort to trust so easily. Figuring out why Tachihara was nervous became priority #1 on his list.

He approached Tachihara's desk silently. The man didn't suspect a thing or turn around until Saigiku spoke up behind him. "What can you tell me about Michael Ende?"

Even though he'd startled him on purpose, Tachihara's reaction was still a bit extreme. "Jouno! I-I didn’t know you were here." He clutched at his chest, rubbing at it as his heart-rate attempted to go back to normal. Saigiku merely lifted an eyebrow, waiting for Tachihara to answer his question.

The change of subject to something like Micheal Ende—a low-level ability user they'd been keeping tabs on since his entry into Japan—should've put a traitor's mind at ease. There was no way Tachihara could betray them on that front, and if Saigiku didn't immediately move onto a subject Tachihara were guilty of, he would've relaxed.

So what the Hell was wrong with him, then? "Tachihara," Saigiku paused the man took a sharp breath at the use of his name. Another strange response to add to the list. "Are you sick?"

It was a stupid question. Saigiku knew he wasn't. He could smell a cold from a mile away and feel a fever from farther than that. But, it would be another move away from any suspicious situation Tachihara might be in. If he was planning a betrayal of the Hunting Dogs, he should've calmed.

Instead, Tachihara's heart beat faster. That was dangerous, considering his heart already sounded like it might burst. "I'm fine," Tachihara said, obviously struggling to keep his tone even, "Didn't get much sleep last night."

As if to mock his obvious lie, Tachihara knocked a stack of papers from his desk. He cursed.

Saigiku rolled his eyes and was about to walk away—it was Tachihara's mess to clean up after all—but at the last second he came up with another hypothesis for Tachihara's nerves. A mischievous smile crept onto Saigiku's face as he bent down to help, kneeling uncomfortably close to Tachihara.

As expected, the moment their thighs brushed, Tachihara blushed hot enough for Saigiku to feel it. Without any sort of grace, Tachihara shifted away. A Hunting Dog should be better at disguising their emotions, but Saigiku set that aside for now. Instead, he set his sights on Tachihara's hand, slowly but surely inching their fingers closer and closer together until there was only a single page left on the ground. The moment Tachihara reached for it, Saigiku reached for it too. For just a second, their fingers brushed and that's all it took to get Tachihara to freeze up entirely. If Saigiku wasn't mistaken, his heart even literally skipped a beat.

Saigiku smiled to himself as he handed the paper over to Tachihara. He'd just gotten a fantastic piece of blackmail the next time Suehiro and Teruko needed babysitting.

Second: Gift

After Saigiku had noticed Tachihara's little crush, it was so blindingly obvious that he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed sooner.

Tachihara would find all sorts of excuses to go on partnered missions with Saigiku or bring him coffee in the morning even though Saigiku rarely touched it. Hell, once he'd even found an excuse to bring paperwork straight to Saigiku's dorm. It was ridiculous. Somehow, the rest of the office had remained blissfully unaware of the crush and of course, Saigiku didn't let on to his knowledge. He kept that little trump card in his pocket for when he really needed to play it. For now, he was more than happy to make Tachihara's life miserable.

Saigiku used every trick in the book to touch Tachihara. Without fail, it brought the man's heart rate up to a frankly concerning amount. If Saigiku was feeling particularly evil, he'd hit Tachihara with a real one-two punch: taking a hold of his shoulder then leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear with a seductively low voice. That was sure to turn Tachihara to a distracted mess in meetings, crime scenes, and anywhere else Saigiku had tried it.

It was hilarious.

However, when Tachihara turned down a group mission for the first time in months, Saigiku had to wonder if he'd taken it too far. A part of him didn't care. If Tachihara got over his emotions, then it'd make Saigiku's life easier. Another part of him was a little upset to have lost a valuable source of entertainment. It was an annoyance more than anything, but... Well, Saigiku had to admit he was a little slower on that mission than he should've been.

"What have you been doing‽" Teruko demanded when they returned to the office. She kicked Tachihara's chair hard enough that it skittered along the carpet just a bit. "Did you just skip work to lay around, you big lout‽"

It did seem Tachihara had spent his time at his desk eating snacks and folding paper airplanes. Saigiku had to wrinkle up his nose to the overwhelming smell of sugary candies. It was a miracle Tachihara didn't seem to have a stomach ache.

Saigiku listened to Teruko scold Tachihara with no small amount of amusement. She was only pacified when he gave her a bag of his candy. With the loss of their argument, there was nothing for Saigiku to do other than work on paperwork.

Like usual, it weighed on him. After a lifetime of blindness, filling out forms wasn't half as difficult as it could've been. However, he was always slower than his colleagues. Times like this put that in sharp focus. Fukuchi, Teruko, and Suehiro all trickled out at their own pace, calling out 'good-byes' over their shoulders. Then it was only him and Tachihara.

Tachihara remained just as obvious as usual. It was easy to tell he was staring at Saigiku as he worked.

"Haven't you got some bar to patronize?" Saigiku asked, a smile on his face but an edge to his voice.

Tachihara stiffened for only a second, then he sighed and stood. "No." He closed the distance between their two desks.

Inwardly, Saigiku groaned. He wasn't in the mood for his usual teasing. It was too much effort.

Tachihara's heart gave a nervous tick as he set something down on the desk. Saigiku turned his head towards the object, brow furrowing. "What's this?" he asked.

Tachihara shrugged. "Nothing."

"A bomb, then."

Tachihara let out a beleaguered sigh. "It's a birthday gift."

Birthday, huh? Saigiku raised an eyebrow. He supposed he must have one of those, although he didn't know why on Earth Tachihara knew the day. Maybe it was in his file. Saigiku reached out to touch the object, a small box of soft wood. He delicately traced the edges of the box with his fingers before finally picking it up and finding the seam. Tachihara held his breath.

Saigiku cracked open the box, then reached inside to pull out whatever object it was. A perfectly spherical object reached him, small but cold. He pinched it up in his fingers and rolled it around. "A marble?" he asked.

"A bullet," Tachihara corrected, "An old one. Found it once."

Saigiku wasn't sure how to react, which was a terribly disconcerting feeling. He should be able to come up with at least a fake response to such a situation. Instead, he let the bullet roll in the palm of his hand.

"Don't think of it as anything special. I only picked it up this morning on my way out of the house."

Saigiku heard the lie in Tachihara's voice, but for once he didn't correct it. If he did, Tachihara might realize Saigiku wasn't so clueless to his crush. "I don't have much of a need for presents," he said instead, "You should've kept it."

Tachihara shrugged again, but his disappointment was palpable. "Wasn't anything of worth to me. Toss it if you want."

To Saigiku's own shock, he felt a little guilty to have insulted him for a gift. In truth, it was the first birthday gift he remembered receiving. Before he could stop himself, he rushed to remedy the situation. "I'll accept it this once. It is quite nice."

Tachihara perked up again, although he clearly tried to hide it. "Yeah, whatever," he said and he turned toward the office door, "See you tomorrow, Jouno."

Saigiku rolled the bullet between his fingers, then between his hands. He relished in the weight of it in his hands, although he'd never admit it. An antique bullet never would've been on his mind as a gift and Hell if he knew what he was going to do with it, but he could admit he liked it. There was comfort in the object somehow... Which was stupid, he reminded himself. There was nothing comforting about a bullet and nothing important in a gift.

But Saigiku's mind was a traitor. It kept whispering over and over again how nice it was to receive a gift, how nice it was for Tachihara to look up his birthday, how nice it was to have someone remember his birthday for the first time in his life...

Tachihara clearly had more than a crush.

Third: Injury

Saigiku practically threw his coat on the coatrack as soon as he entered. He'd have rather thrown it in the face of Teruko, but she didn't deserve his wrath. No, it was Fukuchi he was pissed at. He'd returned from a mission not even hours ago, but he was already being called back in. If he had another assignment, Saigiku was more than prepared to use a bit of manipulation to get himself out of it.

Saigiku took a quick tally of everyone in the room, as he often did. Fukuchi was in his office, of course, Teruko was at her desk, and Suehiro had somehow found himself on top of the refrigerator. Tachihara stood not far off, smelling of rubble and sweat, so he'd only just got done with a mission as well.

"Jouno," Tachihara said in greeting.

Saigiku scowled in response.

"Fukuchi's gotta be joking."

"All in a dog's work," Saigiku said.

Tachihara gave a small hum of agreement. Saigiku took a step towards Fukuchi's office.

Tachihara suddenly made a grab for Saigiku's hand. Saigiku twisted out of range just in time, but he still sent Tachihara an unambiguous look of disgust. Despite this, he made another move to grab it. Saigiku snatched up his wrist and squeezed it harshly.

"I just want to see your hand," Tachihara said in a slightly strained tone.

"My hand is my hand. It's none of your business." Saigiku would've let go of Tachihara, but he was still attempting to touch him.

"You're bleeding."

Saigiku frowned and, in a very rare instance, focused on his own body. His heart was beating a little fast, he smelled of sweat and wine, and... his hand did hurt now that he thought about it. He let go of Tachihara's wrist to gently touch the back of his hand. He let out a hiss as the pain hit him. The wound was a bit deep. How had he done that? How had he only just noticed it? Perhaps it would pay off to put a little attention on himself from time to time...

"If you're not going to bandage it up, let me," Tachihara said.

Saigiku shook his head, pulling down his sleeve to cover up the injury. The fabric brushing against the cut almost made him wince. "After Fukuchi."

"You'll bleed all over the carpet," Tachihara said and he finally succeeded in taking hold of Saigiku's wrist.

It'd clearly been too long since he'd had non-professional interactions because Saigiku's heart leaped at the contact. Tachihara's fingers were soft and careful as he peeled off the ruined glove. Even he applied a burning disinfectant, he still seemed to be doing it with care, trying his best not to hurt Saigiku. It was almost embarrassing to be doted on. His ears were uncomfortably warm as he let Tachihara bandage him up. Saigiku had to admit, though, that Tachihara had probably done a better and quicker job than he would've done alone, all while being gentle.

Just how bad of a crush did Tachihara have?

Fourth: Truth

Missions like this had a tendency to make Saigiku's skin crawl. Being among so many rich, entitled assholes who only gave him the time of day because he wore the right things and spoke the right words was awful. Even one slip-up would cause all that hard work to go to waste. What an annoying, stupid, self-absorbed bunch. As important as information-gathering was, he wished there were better ways. It was a crying shame he was good at it.

Tachihara, on the other hand, was not good at parties. While Teruko, Fukuchi, and Suehiro all held their own at this to some degree, Tachihara was a fifth limb that kept Saigiku from truly getting his job done. He tripped, he spilled drinks, he stumbled over his words... Truly a walking disaster. It'd always been Saigiku's assumption that this was part of the act, an act that would trap the altruistic types who would pity such a man. Unfortunately, Saigiku had become hyper-aware of Tachihara's emotions since his discovery of the crush and now he knew better. For the first time, he noticed that Tachihara was nervous. Scratch that; Tachihara was panicking.

Despite the risk, Saigiku found himself making his way through the crowd to stand in front of Tachihara. He was against a wall, smiling politely at anyone who looked, but he seemed incapable of approaching anyone at this point. His breathing was shallow and fast, and his pulse was nothing to sneeze at. Instead of the thudding that it made when he was nervous around Saigiku, Tachihara's pulse was a screeching animal, begging to be free.

"You look a little lost," Saigiku said, flattery dripping from every inch of his voice.

Tachihara's breath hitched as his head snapped to face Saigiku. "I'm—I'm overwhelmed is all, sir," Tachihara said, doing his due diligence to appear unacquainted.

Saigiku smiled softly and hummed, placing a soft hand on Tachihara's arm, an open invitation for anyone watching to interpret his intentions incorrectly. "Unprepared for so many people?"

Saigiku heard Tachihara swallow. He could feel the other man's arm stiffen at his touch. Surely he understood this was an act for the mission? He couldn't be stupid enough to think he was actually showing some affection. Well, if he did think that... why did that bother Saigiku? "There's a lot more than I expected," Tachihara said after a long pause.

Saigiku smiled sinfully and leaned in close, letting his lips brush Tachihara's ear. "Let's get out of here then, shall we?"

Tachihara nodded and Saigiku gently lead him to one of the many private rooms afforded to guests. The moment the door clicked closed, Saigiku dropped Tachihara's hand unceremoniously. Tachihara collapsed into a chair and then began rubbing at his chest. "What's going on?" Tachihara asked, his voice a little hesitant. Hopeful actually, Saigiku noticed with a pang that shouldn't have felt.

"You should tell the Commander what missions you're going to be next to useless for," Saigiku said.

"Watch what you're saying."

"Because it hurts your feelings? Or because someone might be listening? There's no bugs, I would be able to hear them."

Tachihara seemed to have no answer to that. He focused on steadying his breathing, breath by breath, while Saigiku stood there. Now that he had completed his goal of separating Tachihara before he could do more damage, Saigiku really should leave. If he did that however, then it would be obvious that they're tryst had just been a ruse. Never know who might be watching at parties like these. With a sigh, Saigiku fell into the chair across from Tachihara and started to tug off his tie. When he reached for the top button fo his shirt, Tachihara sucked in a panicked breath.

"Wha—what are you doing?" he asked. His heart went started beating uncontrollably fast.

For once, Saigiku was not amused. "I'm hot. And I hate these things anywas." He draped the tie over the chair.

"O—oh." Although Tachihara said it a if he understood, Saigiku could still hear his heart racing.

He leaned over in his seat to ruffle up Tachihara's hair. He popped up his collar a bit, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of Tachihara's neck for just a moment. They both took in a breath at once, a fact that Saigiku was determined to pretend didn't happen. Tachihara tried to shy away, but Saigiku took a firm grip of his hair. "It'll be more convincing if it at least look like we properly fucked."

Tachihara stopped breathing entirely, something that concerned Saigiku more than he cared to admit. Tachihara was already losing too much oxygen. Saigiku carefully withdrew, moving to muss his own hair instead.

"Why—" Tachihara started, and then he had to clear his throat before continuing, "Why'd you get me out of the ballroom anyway?"

"You clearly don't do well with crowds." Saigiku sat back before realizing that that wasn't a good reason. It was a personal one, having no logic behind it. "And you were jeopardizing the mission. I don't know why Fukuchi keeps letting you come with us."

Tachihara paused before answering. "Sorry..."

"Don't be 'sorry'. Just tell him so that I don't have to fight against you every step of the way."

"I'm more than capable—"

"I never said you weren't," Saigiku pointed out, "Everyone has a weak spot, Tachihara, which is why you leave the job for others."

Tachihara stood from his chair and walked in a small, angry circle. "I can handle it!"

Saigiku raised an eyebrow at Tachihara's tone. He'd felt him getting angry, but it was quite possibly the first time Tachihara had actually raised his voice at him. Saigiku was at a loss on how to react. "Don't take kindly to having weaknesses, Michizou?"

Tachihara definitely hesitated at the use of his given name, but he didn't calm like Saigiku had hoped he would. He still pushed on in his anger. "I fought my way here of my own merit. I get to decide what I'm capable of."

"So why'd you come in here for a break if you were so in control?"

"Because I wanted to!"

A smile turned up the corner of Saigiku's lip. Tachihara had just slipped up and Saigiku felt the very moment when he realized as much. All the anger went rushing out of Tachihara and his heart pounded loudly in his chest.

Some sick part of Saigiku couldn't help but push his luck. He wanted Tachihara to admit it out loud now. Hoarding the information all for himself suddenly didn't seem all the enticing. He stood with as much grace as he could manage, then took long, smooth strides towards Tachihara. In seconds, he had him pinned against the wall, their faces inches away. Tachihara's nervous breathing echoed in the now silent room. "Why? Something in here you like?"

Tachihara didn't even hesitate. Their teeth clicked as he roughly forced their mouths together, a sensation that caused Saigiku's head to ring. There was no ceremony or sentimentality behind the kiss. It was raw need swarming out of Tachihara as he fought with the emotions in his ribcage. Saigiku's eyes opened for the first time in years. His eyes stared blankly ahead, trying to process the strange feeling of another pair of lips against his own.

What was stranger, was that he didn't think he hated it. For one terrible second, Saigiku’s eyes closed and he pushed back, wanting to pull Tachihara closer.

Saigiku scowled and pushed their bodies apart hard enough that Tachihara's head hit the wall. He stumbled back, the two of them struggling to catch their breath. Saigiku rubbed the spit off the corner of his mouth. "What possessed you to fall for a man like me?" Saigiku asked, his voice full of disgust and amusement.

Tachihara didn't speak or move for a moment longer. Then, he strode across the room to put on his tie in one, flurried movement. "I don't know," he growls, "Hell, half the time I think I hate you."

"A much more reasonable response."

“I happen to know you're not as reasonable as you think," Tachihara said, hand on the doorknob, "and I also happen to know you didn't bring me in here because I was 'jeopardizing the mission'."

He was gone before Saigiku could even give a smart retort.

Fifth: Warning

"It's the single stupidest idea you've ever had," Saigiku said hurriedly.

"She clearly likes me," Tachihara snapped back, "I don't see how I can't use that to our advantage."

"She wants to kidnap you. There's a world of difference between that and 'liking' you."

"You would know."

Saigiku bristled. For no good reason, his heart stuttered in her chest. "No. I don't."

"You'll save me if I need saving," Tachihara said.

"You're being needlessly reckless."

Tachihara turned around in one fluid movement and shoved his finger accusingly towards Saigiku's chest. "And what do you care?"

There was a level of hurt to Tachihara's voice that made Saigiku swallow. His body stiffened involuntarily and he hated himself for it. His head was very certain he hated Tachihara, but unfortunately, his body didn't seem so sure. In defense, his tongue lashed out. "You sure take rejection poorly, don't you?"

"'Rejection'‽" Tachihara scoffs.

Saigiku acted like he hadn't spoken. "Think you're handsome enough to woo anyone you please? That's not going to work on me."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't get kidnapped and I'll believe you. For now, I'm still convinced you think more highly of me than you'll admit."

"A dead Hunting Dog's member is a hassle to replace." A sarcastic answer was all Saigiku could give. He was trapped in a corner. If he said anything more, it'd show his uncertainties. Anything less would be an agreement.

"I won't die and you know it," Tachihara picked up his suit jacket, heading for the door, "Not if you and the others do your job."

"There's other ways to get this info—"

"But it's the best way. I thought you of all people were all about efficiency, Saigiku."

The use of his name threw Saigiku so off balance that he couldn't even respond before Tachihara spoke again.

"I'll come back because I've got an offer for you after this mission's over. And I think you want to hear it."

He left the hotel room and all Saigiku could do was stand there and wonder. Why was he so against this? Tachihara was more than capable of taking care of himself and this woman didn't pose hardly any threat. It was the most efficient route to info, and that was the whole point of the mission. People who thought they had a pliable victim in their hands tended to be more loose-lipped.

And he also had to wonder... what kind of 'offer' did Tachihara mean? Saigiku had an idea—an idea that should've made his skin crawl. Instead, he got goosebumps as his heartbeat quickened.

It was complete idiocy. There was no universe in which Saigiku had any feelings for anyone—Tachihara least of all. It hadn't started until Saigiku had noticed his crush, so it must just be some sort of confirmation bias. His brain merely thought he had feelings for Tachihara. It was the only reasonable explanation. It was all fake.

It had to be.

Final: Fire

"Jouno, don't go in there!"

It was the first time in his life Saigiku had ignored an order. Against every instinct in his body, Saigiku raced deeper into the hotel, fighting against a panicked crowd. The acrid smell of smoke stuck in his nostrils stubbornly, but he knew the fire was a few floors off yet. He had time.

He took the stairs two at a time, cursing himself the whole way up. This had been their plan all along: burn down the hotel building, kill a Hunting Dog, escape in the ensuing chaos. And a part of Saigiku had known that. If only he'd gotten over his pride for a few seconds and admitted to himself and to Tachihara the truth, this all could've been avoided.

Don't go. I'm worried for you.

The fire had started on the floor Tachihara had gone to and as Saigiku burst onto the third floor, his senses were overwhelmed. There was too many noises, too many smells, and he struggled to find Tachihara's heartbeat among it all. Every so often, he thought he heard it only for it to be his own thundering pulse. Finally, there was a groan from a room and Saigiku took the chance. He kicked down the door that was already half coal. His hands went up defensively as a wave of heat hit his face.

"Tachihara!" he yelled.

There was no response. He stepped into the room gingerly, keeping his steps near silent as he tried to pick up signs of life separate from the crackling flames. Finally, he caught it—soft pounding in the far corner of the room. He rushed toward it, barreling through flames despite the blisters rising on his forearms.

He knelt next to Tachihara, feeling his neck for a pulse. It was there, but weak and growing weaker by the second. Saigiku missed the sound of the crack of a beam above him until it was too late. It slammed into his back. Stars erupted behind his eyes as he struggled to stay conscious. Breath hissed through his teeth at the ache in his spine. He moved to shove the beam off, his arms straining. Even after he had succeeded, it quickly became clear that the two of them had become trapped. If he had sight, he'd probably be able to find his way out quickly, but as it was he was going to lose valuable time trying to find his way out.

Despite the burns on his back, Saigiku hoisted Tachihara up before starting to feel with his hands for an opening in the wood. Flames licked his fingers and it took a lot of effort for him not to flinch away every time.

His hands felt numb by the time he found a place for him to squeeze out with Tachihara on his back and by then Tachihara's pulse was so faint he worried he might be dead already. Saigiku was struggling to breathe himself. He could practically feel the ash building up in his lungs. All his caution was thrown to the wind as he made a beeline for the door. It was lucky that there weren't any beams to trip over.

Unfortunately, the hall didn't provide relief. The entire floor was engulfed in smoke by now and flames kept getting uncomfortably close. The stairwell was largely clear, however, and Saigiku would've liked to have caught his breath for a moment, but Tachihara needed medical attention. Now.

The stairwell door wouldn't open at the bottom. He could only hope it was because of another fallen beam and not because the metal doorframe had melted, because if it had... He cut off the train of thought, propping Tachihara's limp body against the wall before bracing himself to ram his shoulder against the door. Hit after hit made his shoulder scream in agony, but after what felt like an eternity, it paid off. The door popped open and he only had to ram it twice more to make the opening wide enough to get him and Tachihara through. Saigiku scooped him up with far less ceremony than before and hurried through the door.

And there was another obstacle. Saigiku wasn't entirely certain what had happened, but there was clearly a wall of flames in front of them. His mind raced as he tried to remember the floor plan. There had to be a window nearby.

In the end, his panicked brain couldn't remember, but the sound of breaking glass saved their lives. His head snapped around at the sound and he ran toward it immediately. He cleared the remaining shards with his elbow as best as he could then shoved Tachihara through first. If there was only one of them who could survive this...

He jumped out after him and finally there was cool, fresh air to fill his lungs. Despite his better judgment, he lay in the grass, heaving in breath after breath before coughing uncontrollably. He flipped onto his stomach and retched, the foul smell making him vomit again.

The sound of more breaking glass urged him back into motion. He got to his unsteady feet and grabbed a hold of Tachihara's shoulders dragging him farther and farther away until his legs couldn't hold him up anymore.

He collapsed on his knees, placing Tachihara's head on his lap. Saigiku listened desperately for a pulse, holding his breath as he waited for the reassuring thrum.

It wasn't there.

Frustrated tears formed in Saigiku's eyes. Despite all of his effort, Tachihara had slipped through his fingers. It was so unfair. He hadn’t even heard his offer!

Tachihara suddenly burst to life, his breath raking through his lungs noisily as he turned to his side to cough it out. Saigiku was so relieved that he couldn't move. His hands hovered uselessly as Tachihara coughed and coughed. Eventually, he put his hand down to brush out the layers of ash in Tachihara’s hair.

"Saigiku...?" Tachihara croaked.

All Saigiku could do was nod numbly. A jolt of awareness went through him and he moved to shift Tachihara's head from his lap. "Cough more. I need to get a paramedic."

Tachihara's hand held tight to Saigiku's pant leg. "You could've died..."

"This isn't the time. You're hurt."

"You look worse."

"Your heart wasn't beating only seconds ago."

"Stay," Tachihara whispered, his hand holding tighter, "I can see the paramedics from here. They see us. There's just more major injuries to tend to."

Saigiku held his breath as he listened. He'd been so preoccupied with Tachihara he hadn't stopped to pay attention to the world around them. Tachihara was right of course. He could hear the paramedics busy at work, one yelling to another 'the men in the grass'.

Saigiku relaxed almost against his will. He was tired, very tired. Every inch of his arms felt burned and his back ached. There was a lot of healing that was going to need to be done and Fukuchi wasn't going to be happy about it. Saigiku's hand came to a rest on Tachihara's chest, where he could feel his heart beating steady and strong beneath his palm.

"Did Fukuchi send you in?" Tachihara asked.

Saigiku would've lied if he hadn't known that Teruko would rat him out. The silence lingered a little too long before he admitted the truth. "No."

There was only dead silence for a moment, and then Tachihara slowly reached for Saigiku's cheek. The touch agitated a burn, but that wasn't why Saigiku shivered.

"What do you think of me, Saigiku?"

Saigiku tried to think. His mind was a muddled mess of emotions and feelings he was so unused to that he was struggling to pin them down. Tachihara was silent, letting Saigiku take his time. Had Tachihara struggled like this too?

Saigiku could never say that he didn't care for Tachihara at all anymore. He wouldn't have run into a burning building and risked his life for any other Hunting Dogs member. He held his breath, bracing himself for his response. "I think highly of you, Michizou," he said. It wasn't the whole truth, probably, but it was what he could say for now.

Tachihara took in a sharp breath at the sound of his first name. "Do you?" he asked, his voice cynical.

Saigiku moved his head to look down at Tachihara in his lap. He could hear his heart beating from here, fast and uncertain. After a moment, Saigiku realized it wasn't Tachihara's heart he was hearing, but his own.

Saigiku found Tachihara's lips easily, as if they were always meant to slot together like this.

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