#i miss smiley dazai

[ssaraexposs]

This Dazai's smile

[night-dazai]

i am in desperate need of a "childhood friend!reader" with Dazai (pref. m!reader), where they know his trauma n stuff and take care of him where he falls short (self hygiene in general). so they like take care of him after oda does n he leaves the Mafia, giving him a bath, washing his hair, changing his bandages, etc. and a bunch of unspoken words (with a couple of kisses? 👀)

Dazai X gender-neutral Reader

Fluff, little kisses and an overall bad-to-good feel.

“D.A.Z.A.I.!” your voice louder than a human at this point , anger boiling you shouted his name only to meet with him running out of the bathroom holding a towel to his waist all wet and bubbly with soap “WHAT !” his voice laced with worry. 

You hold out the empty bottles and trun pointing at the 12 bottles on the floor “it has been 2 days since i left you alone “ you took a deep breath seeing his all smiley “Please.. Dont drink so much “ you said and turned to clean his mess while he went back to at least wash the soap off him .

Coming out he sat down on the couch as per your hand gestures and waited like a puppy with a towel while you settled on the couch and dried his head “Why do you drink so much ?” your voice calmer and softer. 

Shrugging his shoulders he said nothing “Fine now after i am done with your hair, the files Kunikida asked me to finish up “ he said getting up. Dazai who was quiet till now spoke “ what will you do i went back to Port Mafia “ hsi voice was low but you heard it . 

You feet stopped moving you turned looking like a ghost “ no.. why would you ever ..” you started “ oh ..wait does the direct-” “ no like I go back “ he said this time looking straight at your eyes which were filled with horror. 

Dazai knew what you went through and you knew what he went through, you were each other's saviours and only campion “ no” you said sternly and walked up to him. Hand holding his chin up firmly “ no never if you go back I am coming “. 

The dry-bandaged man looked at you with wide eyes, even if he did not express many emotions you could read him like a book, and you knew he wanted to cry “I will never let you back into that hell hole alone that's it“ you said kissing his lips and walking back to do your chores “oh I dropped the files on the bed finish them “. 

Dazai just sat head hung low, feeding him, bathing him, cleaning him or nursing him, loving him and caring for him. He did have one person who did all that “ sleep let me read you something “ you would say pushing the injured man on the bed while he thought about how lucky and blessed he was to have someone like this again. 

Every time you fuss about him getting hurt or every time you complain how his bath routine is shit “ Is miss him yet i feel fine … is it wrong “ his mind thought making him break into tears. Dazai made sure never to cry in front fo you, he did not want you worrying more but he felt he did not deserve this . 

As his mind was thinking all “ unwanted stuff “ which is what you always said about his thoughts you suddenly held his chin up and crashed your lips. This time it was not a peck but a full-fledged kiss as you dug your tongue in Dazai joined holding your neck and pulling you onto his lap “Go. Do.your.work “ you said breaking from the kiss and flicking his forehead. 

Smiling Dazai nuzzled against your neck “ Thanks Oda i know how to respond to love, I will try my best to stay on the good side “ 

[destinyisastar]

So, you like dogs?

Summary: You seem to be way too happy at the agency, Dazai and Atsushi (mostly Dazai) make it their goal to find out why.

Tetchou x fem reader*

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You walk into the agency more happy than usual, and Dazai seems to be the first to take notice. You're humming a sweet tune to yourself, you gladly take the paperwork that is offered to you by Ranpo, and you're the first to offer to go shopping with Yosano. 

What could be going on with you?

“Hey, Atsushi-kun, do you think anything about Y/N is different today?” whispers Dazai to Atsushi who is doing the remaining paperwork his senior gave to him.

Atsushi takes a quick glance up and sees you happily doing paperwork. 

“She seems fine to me.” Atsushi says and goes back to doing work.

Dazai stares at you, “No, no” Dazai puts a hand over his mouth and moves closer to Atsushi, “Look more closely, she seems way too happy to be doing paperwork.” 

Looking up once more, Atsushi does see what Dazai is talking about.

You're all smiley, which Atsushi does find a bit strange, especially with the mountain of paperwork you’ve been given. You seem to be doing it with ease.

“Maybe she’s happy because she just wants to be?” Atsushi tells Dazai.

Dazai shakes his head,” I don’t think so and for that reason I will make my life goal to figure out why she’s so hap-” Kunikida smacks Dazai in on the back of his head, “Will you get to WORK you sack of bandages!!”yells Kunikida,” Stop bothering Atsushi and get back to your own reports.”

Dazai rubs the back of his head,” But Kunikida look at Y/N.” he whispers.

Kunikida takes a glance at you.

“I see nothing wrong with her,” Kunikida looks back at Dazai,” Instead of watching her like a creep you should be doing your WORK!” exclaims Kunikida.

He goes back to his desk, while Dazai continues to stare at you.

You look up from your stack of papers to see Dazai staring at you.

You give him a smile and a quick little wave and continue humming to yourself.

Just what is going on with you?

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As the work day comes to an end you still have a smile on your face.

You pack up all your items and head to the door with glee. But what you don’t notice is a Dazai and annoyed Atsushi following close behind you.

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You are sitting on a bench at a nearby park with your phone in your hand, you seem to be waiting for someone.

While Dazai and Atsushi are sitting behind a bush, with Dazai staring at you through the shrubs. 

“Dazai I still don’t know why we have to do thi-” 

 Dazai cuts him off,“Shush now Atsushi, we might finally get some action around here instead of the never ending boredom.” 

Atsushi does have to admit, it has been quiet as of lately. But maybe quiet is a good thing.

“Atsushi look!!” 

A man in uniform makes his way towards you. He has flower petal tattoos under his left eye and a smile on his face.

You stand up from the bench with a wide smile on your face, “ I missed you.”  You wrap your arms around Tetchou’s neck.

 He smiles down at you, and kisses your forehead.

Your smile grows wider. “How about one here,” you point your finger to your lips.

With a smile he puts his lips on yours. The kiss is sweet, a type of “ Hello, I missed you ” kiss.

His hand reaches yours and pulls them to his mouth, giving your knuckles a tender kiss.  

“I missed you more.”  he tells you sweetly. 

You look into his eyes, “Let's go home.”  

Tetchou takes hold of your hand and you both begin the journey home.

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Behind the bushes is a very jaw dropped  Dazai. 

His eyes stare at both of your figures, till Atsushi slightly pushes him. 

“ A DOG!!!!”  he turns to Atsushi , “ SHE'S WITH A DOG!!” 

Atsushi is taken aback a bit. “ Dazai, I don't think that guy was a dog.”

“ NO, A HUNTING DOG!!” 

“ A hunting dog?” 

“I can’t believe this! My belladonna is with a mutt!!” Dazai cries out with a hand on his chest.

This new found discovery will be talked about.

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The next day you return to the Agency with a smile.

Dazai has his hands clasped together, staring at you intently.

“Dazai, why are you still staring at her?” Atsushi asks.

He continues to stare,muttering, “ a dog,.... dog,... dog,..... dog,.. a dog.”

Atsushi takes a deep breath and goes back to work.

Dazai abruptly stands up and walks towards your desk and crouches next to you.

You look to your left,” Oh, hi Dazai, how are you?”

Dazai grabs your hand, “ My sweet, sweet, belladonna,” he rubs your hand slightly with his thumb,” I had no idea you,” he takes a deep breath, “ you…”  he looks into your eyes, “ that you liked dogs.” he whispers.

“I’m sorry, what did you say Dazai?” 

“YOU LIKE DOGS!!”

You take a moment to take in his response, “ Well, dogs are nice pets, so yeah, I like dogs.”

Dazai stands up once more and puts a hand to his forehead dramatically and shuts his eyes, “ Even hunting dogs?”

Your face turns red.

“Dazai will stop bothering Y/N and get your ass to work!!” Kunikida yells to him, “And what's this talk about hunting dogs?”

“Should I say it or should you say it, Y/N?” Dazai smiles at you.

“ Hunting dogs a-are a good type of dog,” your face is still red, “They make for nice trackers and they are g-good company.”

“Yeah, I bet they make good company.” 

“ Alright that's enough, Dazai don’t you have other people to bother?” Kunikida tells him.

“Nope, I just want to talk to Y/N about her dogfriend.”

“Dogfriend?” Kunikida questions.

“Nothing to worry about Kunikida~kun”, He pats Kunikida on the back, “Everything is all covered here.”

Kunikida looks between the two of you, he sighs, “ Just finish your reports.”

After Kunikida leaves to go about his business, Dazai takes a chair and sits right next to you.

“So,” he puts a hand on his cheek, “you like dogs?” smiling at your red flustered face.

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Why is math so hard?????

Have a good day!💕

[graciegrumps]

Kyouka is soso quiet, soso monotone, and soso expressionless that the only way to read her emotions is by watching her breathing patterns, feeling her heart rate or watching carefully for the smallest twitches in her face or Kyouka-specific body language, akin to a pray animal.

🩰⃝⃝ Bonus Under the Cut

Kunikida has a page in his notebook dedicated to her tells for certain emotions, Dazai read Kunikida's multiple paragraphs of notes on Kyouka and added other things he missed.

Tanizaki asks her to draw how she feels.

Fukuzawa sits her down in his office infront of an open window and makes her breathe fresh air, not for any particular reason, he just makes all agency members sit infront of an open window in his office and makes them breathe the fresh air while lecturing them about how good air is.

Ranpo can easily tell how she feels and gives her condescending advice if she's feeling negative emotions and gives her a piece of chocolate if she's feeling positive emotions.

Yosano has a chart in her office and asks her to rate her feels on a scale of smiley face to crying facs and then internally panics that she came off as too demanding and that Kyouka might not even know how she feels.

Naomi awkwardly shows her cat pictures and asks her which one she resonates with more.

Haruno always asks how she's doing, how school is, how she's feeling, if work has been too overwhelming ectect, everytime she sees her waking around the agency.

Atsushi isn't sure how to start up a conversation about feelings, he just gives her her little hug when he sees her for safe measure, usually lifting her up off the ground a little.

And Kenji treats her the same as he does a wild rabbit. By this I mean he pets her hair while she eats.

[shiopi]

Soft

pairing: dazai osamu x fem insecure reader

a/n: just had a small idea bcuz my mind has been full of my lil pookie and i love soft dazai<333 this is really self indulgent. not proofread im lazy.

SFW part

Dazai is literally the best person at comforting you. when he first notices youre insecure, he will literally be so shocked because youre so pretty and beautiful! how could you not notice that about yourself? he thinks youre joking at first honestly because in his eyes, you are literally the most gorgeous being ever, no one could compare to you.

he will kiss every part of you while holding you close in his arms. he will whisper sweet nothings into your ear telling you how wonderful you are with a breathy and low voice. "Bella...youre so pretty and cute...ah look at how much of a blushing mess you are for me. youre truly so adorable and pretty. i love every part of you. your body and existence in itself is pure art, darling..mm what a sweet and good girl you are.."

if youre feeling extra sad about it one day, he will literally go and buy all your favorite snacks and flowers. he may not have a lot of money but for you, he will do anything. and that includes postponing his plan to buy more bandages. he bursts the bedroom door open with his hair stuck to his forehead and him a panting mess from running from the shop to the house to give you these treats. he just wanted to surprise you and make you happy and all smiley again that he couldnt contain himself! his hands are full with a bouquet and multiple bags hanging from his hand all full of your favorite snacks.

oh? you dont want to eat them because they will add to your weight? he will assure you multiple times that you are beautiful just the way you are and eating just a few snacks wont do any harm. if you still deny them, then he will offer to go to gym or work out at home together to burn the calories if you want to. although, he thinks you dont need to do anything because youre perfect the way you are but anything to make his love feel better!

NSFW part MINORS DNI

warnings under cut

contains: soft dazai, soft sex to slightly rough, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of scars and stretch marks, bunch of kisses, body worship, aftercare. lmk if i missed anything

Sex with Dazai is always warm and sweet. he makes sure youre comfortable with whatever you two are doing, he absolutely doesnt wanna force you into anything or having to go along with him because you would feel bad denying him. your pleasure is what matters the most to him.

when you attempt to cover any part of yourself in embarrassment with your hands because you dont wanna show him the sides you claim to be ugly, he will smile softly with a sigh and kiss you softly before pulling your hand away gently. "Bella, you dont need to hide anything about yourself. youre so beautiful, theres not a single ugly thing about your body. youre perfect, my love. please let me see all of you? dont be afraid, you should learn to accept yourself. i love you just the way you are"

to show he means his words, he will also take off his bandages and show his scars that he might have to you. he will even let you touch them if you want to.

his words are so gentle and sweet. he handles you with utmost care as if youre so fragile to him. hes afraid you will break if he even slightly treats you roughly. "ah, youre so pretty, sweetheart. mm...look at how wet you are for me...let me have a taste baby. youre so cute..ill be gentle, i promise."

his thrusts are gentle but also a bit rough, a lot of thought and care are put into behind them. he doesnt wanna hurt you. he wants you to have a good time. he will kiss any stretch marks, scars (if you have) you have. his lips are so gentle and sweet. he does this while still thrusting into you. he will hold onto your hands tightly as if to say hes here for you, that he will never leave you. "youre doing so well for me, love..ahh~ you feel so good..oh god, what did i ever do to deserve someone so wonderful as you? i love you so much.."

he isnt afraid to hide his moans, he wants to let you know just how good youre making him feel and bcuz hes just a slut. he will thrust into you gently at first but later on he finds himself so lost in the pleasure that he will start picking up the pace a lot more while murmuring soft apologies. "ah! ah...mm...im so sorry, bella...haah...i cant handle it, you feel so good. can i go a bit faster? am i hurting you? im so sorry, ahh~"

hes so skilled, he will bring you to an earthshattering orgasm. his movements are so precise but also gentle, lord knows how he does it. he continues to thrust in a bit more after you finish to help you ride it out. he cums balls deep inside you, filling you up with his warm seed.

after you two finish, he will get you a towel to wipe your sweat off and get you some water as well. expect a lot of cuddles and kisses all over your body because man loves you so much and is completely head over heels for you. he wants you to know how much of an effect you have on his life, in a good way of course. he cups your face in his hands, planting sweet kisses all over your face. from your forehead to your nose, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth and your lips.

his lips trail down to your breasts, kissing them softly. he doesnt forget to give your thighs some love as well, which may or may not potentially turn to him eating you out. he wants to make sure you know how loved and beautiful you are as he worships every part of you. "i love you so much, bella. you did so well for me. you deserve everything in this world...i will protect you. i love everything about you, sweetheart. your body is so lovely"

overall, he will treat you like an absolute queen and is a 10/10 boyfie. not a single red flag<3

[amores-percussit]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘

:smiley~1:

God, what time was it? How long has it been? His stomach rumbled, eyes trying to force themselves open along with the harsh light coming from the window. Was he on a bed? He didn’t have a bed with soft sheets like this. What happened? Dazai sat up with a groan, rubbing his temple. There was a great ache in his head, it felt like his heart took place there instead and started to race.

“I fucking knew you drank too much, now look at your dumbass.”

Ah. 

His heart really did start racing. 

“Are you some kind of guardian angel?” Dazai chuckled dryly, his throat almost caught up with his words. Now he was fully awake. His eyes drift over to the standing figure next to his side. Doll stood there with a stern look in her eyes, but with a fondness even she couldn’t hide. And Dazai certainly never failed to miss it.

“Shut up.” She retorts quickly, pressing on his forehead to push his head back down onto the pillow. He followed through without complaint, a stupid smile on his face. It’s been too long since he’s seen her so casually. She hates how he looks at her like she hung the stars up in the sky for him.

“Sooo… why am I here? Was I just too irresistibly charming for you that you just had to take me back to your place? In your bed no less… what would the president think of me—”

“You called me while you were drunk you idiot!” She groaned, sitting down on the bed at his side. “Besides, I slept in a different room.”

Dazai blinked, once and twice again. He what? He drunk dialed her? He’s rarely drunk dialed anyone? “What? Me? Drunk dialing you? What am I? Some desperate ex?” He laughed a bit, sitting back up again, putting a pillow on his back to support him. Doll gave him a look. Yeah he kind of was a desperate ex.

“I’m not lying about this and you would know if I was. You called me and said you wanted me to pick you up.” She says, handing him the glass of water that was on the nightstand. He took the glass while she grabbed the pill bottle. “Take these, it’ll help with the headache.” She adds on, pouring two of them out onto her hand and offering it to him.

“Awh, my knight in shining armor. You listened to me?” Dazai cooed a bit, taking the pills and gulping the down with water. She rolled her eyes in response to his words. “I’m surprised, I wouldn’t expect you to actually answer my call, or pick me up. Wait let me guess, you wanna torture me?” 

Doll looks to the side, her lips pursed together slightly. She was silent for a couple moments. No, she didn’t want to threaten him. Not this time. Not a blade to his throat or a punch to the gut. Dazai took her silence as a hint there was more to the call. That scared him. “When you say something like that it makes me think you like it when I do that stuff. Freak.” She finally says.

“What did I say?” Dazai asks, placing the water down onto the nightstand. 

“….” 

“It can’t be that bad right?” He tries to joke.

“You know what I heard when I picked up the call? I heard your dumbass, I think you were outside the bar on the bench because that’s where I found you. And I heard you say that you missed me, you said you wanted me to pick you up and take you home. You didn’t wanna go back to the agency.” She tells him, running her fingers through her hair. “You said you just wanted me near you and that you didn’t care if I was still angry at you, as long as I was just… with you. You were okay with that.”

“…..” Dazai could feel the embarrassment burning up in his body. Jesus Christ how drunk was he? He’s never even done that to Chuuya. “Oh wow I really did sound like a desperate ex.” He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest, suddenly self conscious about how he appears to her right now.

“You’re really stupid.” Doll sighs, looking at him once again. He looked uncharacteristically nervous, almost shy in a way. It was endearing. But his hair was a mess, so her lips couldn’t help but twitch into an amused smile. Her hand reached out to fix his hair. “And your hair looks stupid too.”

“I missed you.” He says softly, letting her fingers play with his hair to make it look more presentable. It was barely above whisper, but she could hear it. Her hand brushed his bangs out of the way, eventually going down to cup his cheek. He leaned into her touch almost instantly, eyes closing. 

“I’m sorry.” She replies, her lips ghosting over his forehead. But before she could pull back, his arms wrapped around her neck. A cheeky smile growing on his lips as he opened his eyes.

“Don’t be.” He reassured, she had nothing to apologize for. “Is this the part where you kiss me on the lips and then I wake up from this amazing dream? I don’t wanna wake up from this dream but if it means you kiss me then I have no other choice…”

“Oh my god Dazai, you ruined the moment.” Doll laughs, and Dazai’s aching heart starts to warm. Doll wanted to kiss him, to press her lips against his in a tender way, not out of frustration or anger like the last couple times. But a part of her was scared. What if he didn’t want to actually kiss? They both shared that same concern despite their intense yearning.

“Come on! The prince always wakes up the princess with a kiss, it’s a classic!” He whines.

“Oh are you a princess now?”

With a roll of his eyes and a smile, Dazai is quick to play back, “I’m a damsel in distress even.” She laughed again, it sounded like a sweet melody to his ears. They press their foreheads together. “Is it okay if I kiss you? The right way this time. Not like the other times.”

“It’s okay, kiss me.”

[tender-rosiey]

Last part! Maybe👀

But the latest post was so pure that I started to tear up😭💕💕💕

Thnx alot it really was a bless and made me smile from the the rough week I had lately🥺❤

Okay lets get down to business~

From giving birth to how they took care of the child to raising him/her or maybe twins👀💕to growing up u can divide it to parts if u want i won't mind😊❤

Same characters Atsushi/Chuuya/Dazai

❥ BSD characters as parents

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: I am really glad you liked it, dear; I am honored that you find my writing as such and I hope everything gets better for you. I hope you like this as well and my apologizes it’s late; this was so heart-warming to write oml 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai would be terrified I tell you

Like what if he does something wrong that leads them down the path he loathes :(

That’s why you reassure him alongside your beautiful baby

Let’s say you had a girl cause I think a girl would help in making dazai be more smiley and affectionate cause you know how most girls when young like affection?

That’s why

Anyways so, the first months of raising said spawn of satan are like hell for our little brunette

I believe that what would happen is that our little girl would see him as the vomiting stop

So like if you fed her and gave her to dazai to help her burp then she will take it as the cue to vomit to which made dazai think she hated him

“But y/n she keeps crying and screaming when I hold her, she must hate me; she never does anything with you.”

One fateful day however he had to take care of his lovely daughter for a whole day

Cause you had enough of the bullshit of the house and decided to go on a hangout with your friends

So let’s see how he dealt with this, she was not accepting of him AT FIRST and he was on the verge of giving up

But dazai then started humming a song and gently cradling her and swaying her in his arms

Your little girl liked his voice and held his finger while he was calming her down and smiled

That made dazai’s day a lot brighter, but he managed to contain his excitement so he doesn’t scare her

And when you came home you found them sleeping and she was in his arms clinging to his chest as strong as she can 🥺

Now cause I am not going through her whole damn childhood I am gonna talk about her first step and first word

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN you two were chilling like the good bad parents you are on the couch

And your daughter wanted to join you people cause apparently she was put on the naughty corner due to somehow spilling pink dye in the shampoo of your husband

So like the determined baby she is, she tried crawling but found out it’s taking too long

So she tried copying how you sweeties walk

And she did :D

So when you looked to her side to check up on her, you saw her walking to you with her arms in the air and then pulled dazai by his arms and told him that she is walking

And he whipped his head SO fast you were afraid he would snap his neck

He took lots of photos and videos

Now her first word was basically a competition between you dummies

“She will say dada first!”

“No, she will say mama first!”

“kukida!”

“…”

Great job, darling

And you both lost to a handsome and respectful blonde

Chuuya Nakahara:

S/N means son name btw 😚

“OH MY GOD Y/N HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME!”

chuuya sweetie we don’t scream beside a newborn child and a woman who just gave birth

I honestly think he would be g r e a t with children

Like sometimes he does take care of Q I believe and he gets along fairly well with Kenji

Who wouldn’t get along with kenji

Anyways he would be so excited and proud of the child you gave birth to

And he was basically fangirling

Chuuya and his kid will get along so well, like your baby would just beam whenever chuuya comes home

Also fight me if you think Chuuya Nakahara wouldn’t take millions and billions of photos and videos of his children

A L L OF HIS CHILDREN

Be it eldest, middle or the youngest of them

He views them as treasures that should be valued every single moment

awie, I love soft chu chu

Now onto the memories

THE FIRST STEP

Yes you are only getting the two major events, deal with it you lovely people

As i was saying

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN YOU AND CHUUYA WERE IN A MEETING

And your kiddo missed you two :(

So what did he do?

Be a champion like his dad said

Tried his best to walk to the meeting room and he did

Did the guards stop him?

No

They just went soft and opened the door for him like he is a damn boss

And then you felt something tug at your leg and giggle

I will let you imagine how the rest of the meeting went with chuuya carrying you both excited about his kid’s first step

The first word was not something with a good aftermath for chuuya however—

“Dazai that absolutely and utterly shitty shithead!”

“Shitheath!”

“Shit”

“Shit!”

“NO STOP REPEATING AFTER ME! AT LEAST SAY DADA!”

Cue you entering

“Hey S/N!”

“Shit!”

“WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!”

“Dada!”

“CHUUYA NAKAHARA I AM GONNA KILL YOU!”

“Oh shit! Dada!”

Atsushi Nakajima:

Nnnnnn

I believe he would have a girl

Cause he is such a girl magnet

Like kyoka and lucy

Reminds me of midoriya in that aspect

Anyways he would be so nervous to hold her but excited

Like “y/n I wanna hold her so bad but what if I drop her? :(“

He does end up holding her and crying tears of joy

What a cutie <3

Anyhow your daughter would cling to him like a koala and would only leave him when hungry or she absolutely misses you

He doesn’t wanna let go either honestly

BUT COME ON

YOU DIDNT STAY IN LABOR AND CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS IN YOUR STOMACH TO END UP NOT HOLDING HER

Most of the time you would find them playing with each other

Your daughter also squishes his cheek a lot

That was a sweet introduction

Almost too sweet

Let me ruin it

So

THE FIRST STEP

The great uncle dazai had came to pay a visit to his lovely ‘nephew’ and subordinate

“Hello Atsushi and Y/N! I came to look at my beautiful and gorgeous nephew! :D”

Which brings me to the point that your daughter adores dazai with her whole heart

So she was sitting playing until she saw him and got so happy she stood up and walked towards him clumsily

The three of you malfunctioned

Dazai was so happy tho 🥺

She loves him that much? Plz that’s too much for his poor heart

He picked her up and spun her around

“AHHH SHE WALKED HER FIRST STEPS BECAUSE OF ME! YOHOOO!”

Meanwhile you and your husband are just staring at each other in confusion

Her first word was the classical mama but how and why she said it was absolutely heartwarming

So she was sitting in the lap of atsushi as he was showing her pictures of stuff so she can get to say anything

And then he reached the word queen with its picture

“And this is queen.”

“Mama!”

“Hehe, it’s a queen.”

“Mama!”

“Yeah, mama is a queen!”

“Yay!”

He was so happy cause he managed to film it and showed it to you

Let your reaction be of your choice <3

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[alittlesimp]

sunrise - pianist!dazai x reader

a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE ITS FINALLY HERE ITS FINALLY HERE!!! it's the longest thing i've ever written (3k hehe) but i hope it's worth the read <33

warnings: depression, alcohol, some swearing

Every day he’d pass the public piano in the subway.

He’d never pay much attention to it as he was usually in a hurry. Not that it was played a lot. Most of the time, a group of teenagers would slam random keys to annoy passersby. Or some young beginner would try to play the song they’d just learned, timing painfully off.

That subway piano was so far removed from his world.

Playing the piano was his job, and while it started as a hobby and grew into a passion, the love he had for the instrument had long grown cold.

Sure, he played perfectly, he’d been praised time and time again for his technical prowess, but inside he felt empty. He knew something was missing, something he desperately had tried to fix, to no avail. The awards and praise he got meant nothing to him, he didn’t deserve them. It made him feel like a sham.

He tried to fill the hole with questionable behavior, trying to ruin his reputation. How he wished for someone to expose him, for just one scandal to ruin his career. But for every heart (and window) he broke, his popularity grew. In the end, he just gave up.

So instead, he’d make his way through the subway station every day, paying no mind to the public piano, hurrying to catch the subway which he rode until it returned to the very same station he got on it.

It had been his daily ritual for years now. The subway felt like an escape from his everyday life. There were many people there with their own normal lives, going different places, yet everyone had to take the same subway train, just sitting and waiting until they arrived at their station.

But even here, he felt different. Unlike everyone else, he had nowhere to be. He just sat there, book untouched on his lap, listening in on conversations to catch just a whiff of humanity, imagining himself taking part in them.

Then he’d go back home, back to practicing for his upcoming concert, back to this nightmare he just couldn’t seem to wake up from.

Until he heard you play that stupid, out-of-tune public piano.

Before he could think twice, he stopped in his tracks, making someone bump into him. He absentmindedly muttered an apology, completely enthralled by the playful melody coming from the piano. It was very simple, nothing compared to what he normally played, but the simplicity was what gave it charm. Normally he wouldn’t even have paid any attention to it, but the way he could feel your happiness, your joy just from the way you played shocked him. It completely filled the station yet made it seem so empty, like you were the only one there and everyone had simply walked in on your practice.

He walked closer, needing to see what you looked like. He could feel his heart beating louder with every step he took. He couldn't figure out why. A few more steps, and there you were, a smiley, bubbly figure on that little uncomfortable bench, friends surrounding you, dancing and cheering you on. And fuck, he finally realized what he was missing.

It made him feel afraid. Afraid he somehow wasn't able to make a normal human connection, that he was missing a piece of humanity others did seem to have. Afraid he'd never solve his problem. Afraid that you thought he was some weird pervert who was staring at you.

Forgetting about his longtime ritual, Dazai turned around and rushed home. The walk to his apartment never felt more strenuous. The moment he closed his front door behind him, he collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down his face. It was like every single emotion he had bottled up over the years suddenly came out. Why did no one ever tell him what to do, give him some kind of direction or meaning in life, why did they have to leave him to figure it out himself? Why did everyone have to leave him?

Looking up, he saw the sheet music for his upcoming piece on the piano. He was so mad. Mad at you for giving him this feeling despite not even noticing him. Mad at himself for feeling this way. Mad at that worthless piece of sheet music nobody would like. Scrambling to his feet, the paper was already in his hands and ripped to shreds before he could even think.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but his heart kept racing. What was he supposed to do? He had no idea how to calm himself down, or more importantly - how he was supposed to fix himself. The only thing he could think of was to throw himself back into his work. Maybe if he drowned his feelings again, he'd be okay again. All he needed to do was to get through his concert, perhaps he could try again then. He promised himself, but deep down he knew he wasn't going to keep it. He had to bury himself in practice, it was the only coping mechanism he knew.

But the more he practiced, the more he felt like quitting. Of course, he'd said he wanted to quit before, but the feeling had never been this intense and real. Usually, he said it out of boredom, everything seemed so easy to him, but now everything he played didn't sound good enough. It was just notes in a room, devoid of any emotion. If it wasn't for the technical difficulty of the piece, it could’ve just as well been played by a beginner. He felt so frustrated.

Empty bottles and takeout containers surrounded him. He had no idea what time it was, or what day it even was, he just sat at his piano and played. He only got up to take a walk around the room to cool off. At those moments his mind went back to you sitting at that subway piano. If only he could tell you. Then he’d go back to playing until his fingers cramped.

He woke up to the sound of his door being unlocked. Still half-asleep, he decided to ignore it. Whoever it was, they were not worth waking up for.

“Osamu,” a familiar female voice called out to him. He heard footsteps walk past him, towards the window. “Get up and shower, you have a concert to give and we still have to go to the dry cleaners to get your suit.” He heard the sound of curtains being opened and light flooded his apartment. God, he was hungover. His head was pounding.

“See, I knew you’d be like this, so I brought aspirin and cranberry juice. Drink up.” He just groaned in response. Five more minutes…

The woman walked past again, towards his kitchen. “You know, in my many years as manager, I have never had a client this difficult. It wouldn’t harm you to pick up my calls every once in a while, y’know? Oh Jesus, how long has this been here? Do you ever clean?” Whatever it was, it had now been thrown into the trash can. Surely he wouldn’t miss it. The footsteps got closer.

“Come on, take a shower, you smell horrible. These people paid to see you, you can’t let them down.” She kicked his knee. Ow. Begrudgingly, he got up from his piano bench. He felt like shit, but he had to just get through this and then he could let everything out. He slowly and wobbly made his way to the shower.

“You know, if I didn’t see any potential in you, I would’ve ditched you a long time ago.”

He gave her a skeptical look. “Fuck, I’m bad at this. Listen, I don’t know exactly what’s going on in that massive brain of yours, but don’t think so low of yourself. You’ll do fine.”

A painful few hours later, it was finally time for the concert. He had tried everything to get out of it, pretending to be sick (“I know you’re lying”), pretending a friend was in the hospital (“You don’t have any friends”). He had even tried to sneak out of the car when his manager went to get his suit. He did not get very far.

He just didn’t feel ready for it. It wasn’t just the hangover, he had dealt with that before. He felt not good enough, almost anxious to get on stage, a very new feeling to him. Normally he just went on and played, but something changed in him, a tiny voice in his head kept plaguing him with just one simple question. What if other people knew he was just an emotionless sham?

Before he knew it, it was showtime. He tried to put on his regular charming smile, but he felt like a wreck. Focusing on his music was getting harder. Every time he looked into the crowd, he could see your face somewhere. His nerves doubled. He wasn’t sure if he could continue playing if you were really here, he didn’t want you to see him like this.

He never thought he could long for someone’s approval this much, especially someone he’d only seen for a few minutes, but here he was. How low he had sunk.

Somehow he made it through the entire concert. He rushed backstage, ignoring his manager’s worried face, and opened the door to his dressing room. His reflection stared at him emotionlessly. He came to get a closer look at himself. He was pale, way too pale. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Maybe he actually hadn't, he had no idea anymore. This suit was slightly too big on him. He’d cut himself shaving, he hoped no one had noticed. Is that a pimple?

Suddenly, his manager stood in the doorframe. “Osamu, I’d normally be super willing to listen to you rant or get a drink with you or whatever, but my girlfriend is sick. Please don’t do anything stupid.” She closed the door very softly.

“I need a drink.”

He did not expect to see you again, especially not in a place like this. You had come up to him, shoved forward by a friend who smiled mischievously. “Uhm, sir, excuse me, are you maybe the pianist? Mister Dazai?”

Your face looked flushed, although he was unsure if it was because of a blush or because of the soft orange lighting in the bar. An unexpressive look was on his face, a big contrast with your glowing, enthusiastic eyes. Despite his seeming disinterest, his heart was pounding. The bar lights made it hard to see, so he had to double-check, but it really was you.

"Ah, I'm sorry if I disrupted-"

"No, no, it's fine, I'm just a bit tired. You- you can sit, I don't mind."

He tapped the seat next to him, you timidly sat down. Was he being weird? He didn't want to scare you off with his awkwardness. Your friend finally left you two alone. Oh God, what was he supposed to say now?

"Can I buy you a drink?"

He waved at the bartender to get their attention. Next to him, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

"Uhm, I think I should say, I know about your… reputation and I want you to know I'm not that kind of person. I don't want to lead you on or something."

Fuck. Never had he regretted his past transgressions more.

"Those weren't my intentions at all, don't worry."

A huge smile spread on your face. It looked just the way he pictured it.

"In that case, I'd love whatever you're having."

He hadn't felt this excited meeting someone new in a long time. Piano aside, it just felt right talking to you. You intrigued him, your worldviews, your ordinary life, how you had no idea how special you were. He didn't have the courage to tell you how you haunted him.

You ended up talking until the last call came and you were ushered out by the staff. It was almost getting light again. Dazai, not being a complete asshole, walked you to your car.

"I want to see you again."

The words had left his mouth before he could think about them. Key forgotten in your hand, you turned around.

"Same time, same place tomorrow?"

Once turned into twice, and before he knew it, you were meeting up regularly. The more you hung out, the more he fell for you. But man, he was so scared. What if he accidentally dragged you down with him? Despite his instincts screaming at him to get closer to you, he tried to keep an emotional distance. Over the years he had gotten quite good at deflecting questions about his personal life, but you made it so much harder. You felt so safe.

Safe, even now. He forgot how much he had drunk, but judging from the fog in his head and the constant giggles on his lips, it was a lot.

You were next to him on your apartment floor, drunkenly cuddled up to him. The harsh light from the TV (what you had been watching was a mystery to both of you now) cast shadows on your face, perfectly outlining your lips and cheekbones. You looked stunning, so precious. He wondered if your lips were as soft as they looked. If he leaned in just a little more, he’d know. He’d probably regret it, but he had to know. Your face was so soft and warm, he could feel your breath on his lips. A sudden spark of electricity in his brain made him close the gap.

The shock sobered him up. He actually did it.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I should go home.”

A mix of joy, panic, fear, pride, and shame flooded his brain. Hurriedly, he shot up, grabbed his stuff, and walked out your door.

He couldn’t even process what had happened until he got home. His head hurt, his heart hurt just from how much he was feeling at once. But a different kind of emptiness filled him as well. He’d gotten so close to getting what he needed, but he had fucked it up.

He had to get his emotions out of his system. He wanted to go back to his unhealthy coping mechanisms, but he didn’t want to disappoint you more than he already had. You would want him to do something healthy. His eye fell on his piano.

Sitting behind the instrument, his fingers stroked the keys like it was the first time. It felt unfamiliar, even though he obviously knew nothing could have changed. Why was he feeling so nervous? He took a deep breath and pushed.

A soft, doubtful tune filled the room. It was like his hands translated every hesitation and fear he couldn’t find the words for. His eyes were closed, longing to feel this melody more, longing to understand himself more.

The melody ended, returning his apartment to its cold, quiet state once more. Dazai opened his eyes in surprise. What had you done to him? It was like you had taken his hands and guided him back to humanity. He suddenly understood everything.

He frantically gathered the empty music pages that were scattered around his room. Maybe he could try to tell you everything he didn’t know how to say. Working through the night, he was finally done when the birds started chirping outside.

Last night’s events had, to put it lightly, worried you sick. After storming out of your apartment, Dazai had completely ignored your texts and calls. The worst scenarios filled your head, and no matter how much you tried to tell yourself he was fine, you couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.

That was, until you received a text from him this morning, telling you to meet him at the subway station at 9 AM. A text like this would have confused you if it was anyone else, but you had gotten used to his antics by now.

And here you were, sitting on a bench, anxiously eyeing every passerby. You didn’t want to miss him, what if he saw you first and tried to get away again? Every minute felt like an hour. You were starting to think he might not show up at all.

Until a simple, slow melody caught your ear. It was new to you, but somehow it felt so familiar. You whirled around, knowing it was him.

His back was facing you, so you couldn’t see his face, but his body language gave his emotions away. Normally, it felt like there was a wall between you two, like he was afraid of letting you in, but right now it seemed like he was finally showing you his true feelings. You were so proud of him.

Slowly but surely you step closer to him, stopping when there are only a few feet between you. You were afraid of disrupting him, but deep down, you just wanted to yell “I love you, you idiot” at him. So you just stood there like a fool, conflicted, listening to this beautiful melody that seemed to make the sun shine brighter with every note.

And just like that, it was over. You saw him let out a tiny sigh, you couldn’t make out if it was out of relief or disappointment. That was your cue to run towards him and almost choke him with a tight hug. He let out a genuine laugh that made your heart flutter.

“Hey, hey, shhh. It’s okay.”

His thumb wiped away tears on your cheek you didn’t even know were there.

“Osamu, I- it’s beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”

He chuckled and patted your hair. Softly, he pressed a kiss to your cheek and moved closer to whisper in your ear.

“I wrote it for you.”

This earned him more wet spots on his sweater when you nuzzled your tear-stained face against him. He instinctively hugged you closer, kissing the top of your head. You sat like this for a while, neither of you wanting to move.

The words came to him out of blue, but it was exactly what he had been wanting to say to you for so long now. He finally knew how to say it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You looked up at him, eyes huge. Of course, you had understood his feelings earlier, but after hearing him say it out loud you had finally processed it.

He had a tiny smile on his face while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Do you want to get a coffee? Talk about it?”

All you could do was nod.

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[bereniceteeth]

Q/Kyūsaku Yumeno with a motherly/older sibling figure headcannons –

_NOTE: feel free to inform me if I gendered Q, their gender is non-confirmed/androgynous (I also want the reader to be gender neutral so tell me if I went wrong there as well); also this is just a small headcannon thing so its not that good lol

_WARNING(S): implied self-harm, murder, and past abuse/trauma; confinement/imprisonment; sadistic mindsets; (notify me if I have missed any)

Having been a long-time friend of Kōyō Ozaki and having provided useful for the Port Mafia as a pair of eyes under the guise of an average citizen – a nursing student. Ōgai Mori decided to keep you around to treat wounded Mafia members.

Another reason why is because Elise had taken a liking to you.

Although becoming a nurse was never because you registered emotions unconventionally. You just cared, although always knew when to stay silent and mind your own business.

Perfect for deception, is it not?

Around a year into your Mafia endeavours when Mori assigned Koyo to oversee a young boy, Chūya Nakahara. Mori assigned you to oversee and be a child’s caretaker.

Dogra Magra, Kyūsaku Yumeno’s ability, required someone to hurt them to take control over their mind. Thus, Mori thought it fit for you to oversee them.

Little Kyū was only six then. They were more paranoid and confused, instead of sadistic and chaotic.

After learning that you were a nurse, Kyū would stay silent and obedient to whatever you said, heads hanging down. Their eyes would always light up when they saw something they wanted to play with or inspect, but they never dared act. However, whenever you were not around, they would be a normal child.

Of course, later when they began to trust you, he admitted to having a fear and dislike of hospitals. Thus, lead them to mistrust you when they found out you were a nurse.

Slowly, Kyū became more comfortable around you. Well, you did take him into your home.

You loved your days at home. Little Kyū frequently skipped around the house with their doll, talking to the bandaged doll with an adorable smile stitched into their face, lost in their imagination ❤️

When at work, they would usually be attached to your hip, clinging to your leg or hand. They would sit on your desk quietly with a blank look on their face and clutching their doll, if you were busy working, especially if someone else was in the room. If you were having a break, they would swing their legs and softly smile up at you. You two would draw together then often.

Poor baby would get kicked around at base if you were not around :(

Around two years after you took them into your care, they began to have frequent nightmares and panic more easily. Maybe finally letting their defensive walls down had resurfaced past trauma?

But the paranoid and emotional Kyū would only show themselves at home, or in the middle of the night when they would run into your room for comfort. However, at the base they became a lot more smiley. The uncomfortable kind of smiley.

This is when their sadism started to develop.

Although, they were never really like that around you, only to the people who would push you two around.

In the beginning, Kyū would be stuck to your side because they knew that lower ranking members would have to suffer getting no treatment for wounds, no matter how major or minor, if they wronged you. If they were higher ranking, then well, it would not take long for Kōyō to find out.

You tried to guide them away from having a sadistic mentality toward humanity.

In the end, they preferred chaos over peace.

They began to steal razor blades and barbed wire to tie around their arms. You should have known. They did not hold your hand or cling to your leg all day. You know them, you know this is how they get their way.

They had walked around base, letting people push them aside, bump into them, knock their doll out of their hands.

They triggered their ability later that day. Many casualties occurred. Many you could not help, even Mori came down to assist for a small while before he left with executive Osamu Dazai. Taking Kyū with him.

You were not allowed to see or talk to Kyū for days.

 “Mori, please-”

“That kid has to be confined. You’re too busy to keep an eye on them, or just too soft on them,” Dazai intervened firmly from your left. He was never a fan of Kyū, he hated the innocent performance they would play. Strange isn’t it? Dazai, of all people, hates Kyū’s sadism. Either way, because of this, he was not fond of your persistence to take care of them. Despite him being friends with Sakunosuke Oda, a kind man who took in five orphans. “Stick to staying quiet.”

“(L/n), I apologize, but were going to have to retain them within lockdown.” Mori established monotonously, glaring directly into your eyes. You knew better than to challenge them, no matter how much you wanted to.

Kyū already hated humanity, themself. They hated confinement, it reminded them of the hospital.

You just want to take them home.

 It had been three years before Kyū could leave their prison. You spent a great deal of your time with them in that room, you still essentially provided everything for them. You even stayed the night sometimes.

 You opened the heavy metal door leading into Kyū’s ‘room’, the screech of hinges made Kyū jolt awake. They gazed at you in the doorway and flopped back onto the pillow with a smile on his face. You chuckled as you shut the door, hearing the guard situated just outside the door lock it behind you. You sat at the foot of the paint and marker covered white bed, placing your hand softly on his leg underneath the blanket.

“Sorry I came so early; you can still sleep if you want.” You spoke tenderly. It was just past sunrise. Today was the day that Mori gave you a whole day off and allowed you to use your time to take Kyū back home. Only for the day, unfortunately.

“Why so early…” Kyū whined tiredly, turning on their side facing the wall opposite you and cuddled their battered doll closer.

“I’ve got a day off,” You smiled as you studied the various papers of pencil and marker drawings, displaying many gruesome scenes, some being scrawls of colour. You also saw what looked like a sketch of yourself peeking out from under the pile. “And for today… you can come home.”

They immediately shot up, mouth agape, breath getting heavier by the second. Their brown eyes lit up, their unique star and oval pupils sparkling. Tears. They let out a rocky breath and their arms began shaking.

“Home…?”

 The first day you got to bring them back home, Kyū pressed toward their room and stood in the doorway. You spent a good hour and a half comforting a sobbing Kyū, hugging them and their doll when they dropped on their knees.

Baby missed having a home :(

Once a month you would get to see Kyū for the whole day, you two would spend all day at home, they would smile and act like a normal child.

(expect the occasional comment about wanting to break and kill Dazai-)

 Although, they are still sadistic and have a deep love for chaos. It is only with you that they will be tame.

Kyū and you would have small clothing hauls, you cannot help but spoil them at home, their favourite item is the red circular sling bag with an animal’s face and the black coat.

You even brought little accessories for their doll.

BABY LOVES HUGS.

 You were lying contently on your living room lounge watching a crime show that played on the television, while taking glimpses at twelve-year-old Kyū drawing their doll in a sketchbook you brought them recently. They were not sketching as enthusiastically as they usually would, however.

They huffed and dropped the brown pencil, picked up their doll and abruptly flopped on top of you, lying down as well. You lifted an arm to pat their head and run your fingers through their black and white hair.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m tired.” They muttered and groaned. “But I do not want to sleep, I’m tired without the sleepiness. You know?”

“That’s all good, you can stay there if you want.” You had a suspicion they were feeling depressed, which is anything new unfortunately. Home is the only place they have ever let their guard down.

You turn your head back toward the television screen, where the crime scene of a grotesque murder was displayed.

“That’s what I’m going to do to Mr. Dazai.”

“Kyūsaku you will nOT-”

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(might do a part two as an actual oneshot, and better written lol)

[cherry-pink-writings]

Introduction

Hello and welcome to my writing blog! 

This is strictly an x reader fanfic blog for now, so please don’t request any character x character! I’ll be writing using gender neutral pronouns for the reader so please tell me if I accidentally put any other pronouns!

Fandoms I’ll write for (specific characters I’m willing to write for under the cut, it’s a pretty long list):

-My Hero Academia

-Tokyo Revengers

-Bungou Stray Dogs

-Genshin Impact

-Your Turn to Die

-Obey Me

-Mystic Messenger

What I will write:

-Poly relationships

-Platonic relationships

-Domestic fics

-Angst with no comfort

-Comfort fics with heavy topics (self harm, etc)

-Headcanons

-Scenarios/imagines

-AUs (might depend on the AU though)

What I won’t write:

-NSFW

-Incest

-Pedophilia

-Cheating 

My Hero Academia:

-Shouto Todoroki

-Mina

-Tsuyu

-Uraraka

-Denki

-Kirishima

-Bakugou

-Jirou

-Midoriya

-Momo

-Dabi

-Toga

-Shigaraki

-Eri (platonic obviously)

-Nejire

-Mirio

-Tamaki

-Mei Hatsume

-Monoma

-Overhaul

-Yo Shindo

-Fuyumi Todoroki

-Natsuo Todoroki

Tokyo Revengers:

-Mikey

-Draken

-Baji

-Mitsuya

-Takemichi

-Chifuyu

-Naoto

-Hina

-Hanma

-Atsushi Sendo (Akkun)

-Souya (Angry)

-Nahoya (Smiley)

-Inui

-Koko

-Kazutora

-Shinichiro

-Izana

-Kakucho

-Ran

-Yuzuha

Bungou Stray Dogs:

-Dazai

-Atsushi

-Akutagawa

-Ranpo

-Mori

-Junichiro Tanizaki

-Yosano

-Chuuya

-Yumeno Kyusaku ((Q) platonic only)

-Fyodor

Genshin Impact:

-Kaeya

-Diluc

-Amber

-Eula

-Fischl

-Ganyu

-Hu Tao

-Klee (platonic)

-Mona

-Qiqi (platonic)

-Sucrose

-Childe

-Lumine

-Venti

-Xiangling

-Yanfei

-Zhongli

Your Turn to Die:

-Sara

-Joe

-Keiji

-Sou/Shin

-Reko

-Nao

-Kai

-Alice

-Ranmaru

-Naomichi

-Mai

Obey Me:

-Lucifer

-Mammon

-Levi

-Satan

-Asmo

-Beel

-Belphie

-Diavolo

-Simeon

-Solomon

-Luke (platonic)

Mystic Messenger:

-Zen

-Jumin

-Yoosung

-Jaehee

-Ray/Saeran

-707

-V

-Rika

Other things I'm into but don't write for (I'm also fine with talking about these!!):

-Twisted Wonderland

-Omori

-Tears of Themis

-Haikyuu

-Black Butler

-Danganronpa

If there’s anything I missed or you have any questions please let me know!

[ssaraexposs]

"Such a cute and polite kid. I wonder what he's saying":

The cute and polite kid:

[chouetteffraie]

I request dazatsu 18! Go ham!

18. “I do” kiss

Nonnie when I saw this request I got so happy because they deserve to be husbands!!! So thank u for kissing up to me uwu

You told me to go ham and go ham I did! This puppy is 3237 words long because I was sad one day and wanted to drown myself in fluff- so I did! That’s why most of it is under a read more- it’s loooooooong.

Also if you’re interested I put this baby on ao3 too, which you can find here!

Thank you so so much for the ask, dear nonnie! This concludes the kiss prompts! Thank you again for all your requests, and for 300 followers!!

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Even with no expectations set, this moment exceeded all of them.

When dreaming about this day as the date neared closer and closer, Dazai thought standing at the altar would shred his nerves and ruin his day. He thought the mask he’d forced himself to put on would sour everyone’s mood as they lamented his inability to show his true emotions. But, under the gaze of the Armed Detective Agency- his coworkers- his friends- Dazai didn’t fidget or shy away. When he was joined at the altar by a brightly smiling Atsushi, who’s light rivaled the sun as it filtered through the thin canopy above them, Dazai had no problem returning the gesture and hoping it came close to what he was given.

-

“Are you sure this is what you want, Atsushi?” Dazai asked countless times under the cover of darkness, half-hoping his betrothed would be asleep. He always asked too quickly, as his fear of the answer ate at him too persistently, and Atsushi always answered.

“Of course I’m sure, Dazai-san,” He answered. “Why wouldn’t I want someone as handsome and smart as you?”

These answers did little to calm Dazai’s nerves. “But…there are plenty of other smart and handsome guys out there. You deserve someone who won’t drag you down, someone you don’t have to keep watch over-”

“If my husband starts to fall, I sure hope he’ll try to drag me down so I can use his grip on me to pull him back up,” Atsushi interrupted. “And keeping watch over you just gives me a reason to be closer to you.” 

Atsushi often told him that he always knew what to say, Dazai knew it was really the other way around.

-

Dazai hadn’t planned on how fidgety he’d be during the actual ceremony. He wanted to bounce his knees, play with Atsushi’s fingers, or reach out and play with his hair. Ever the one to overthink, Atsushi would most likely think he was nervous, though, or uncomfortable- or worse, having second thoughts. For a brief second, an image of a crestfallen Atsushi as he allowed himself to think Dazai would leave him at the altar flashed through Dazai’s mind. A gentle squeeze at his hands pulled him back in, revealing Atsushi with his head tilted and a confused look on his face. He was still smiling, glowing in a happiness Dazai still couldn’t be convinced was given by him, though the way his eyebrows furrowed asked that one terrifying question: are you okay?

Dazai gulped, a million thoughts flashing through his mind. No, not really. I feel like I’m going to throw up, or ruin this whole ceremony, or fail you and make you regret ever committing yourself to me. Please, please don’t leave me, I- He cut himself off before he could spiral too far and gave Atsushi a slight nod, flashing a smile he hoped looked as genuine as he felt. Those wrinkles on his forehead didn’t smooth out, though, and Dazai detested the thought of Atsushi having his big day sullied by Dazai’s wandering mind. Screw it. It’s my wedding too, he thought before lifting one of Atsushi’s hands to his lips and gently pressing a kiss to his knuckles. From the guests, he could hear Naomi squeal for a split second before a hand smacked over her mouth, most likely Tanizaki’s. When Dazai lowered their hands back between them, brushing his thumb over the spot he kissed, he allowed his smile to soften. That was enough to ease Atsushi, who returned the gesture. God, that was a smile he would gladly-

-live for.

-

Atsushi placed another sticker on the chart hanging on their fridge, an endearing idea he had invented to keep Dazai in line. The rules were simple: every time Dazai got his work done on time (or within an hour of overtime), properly vocalized his feelings, or kept his pestering of Kunikida to a minimum (a much more realistic request than not bothering the man at all, much to Atsushi’s partial dismay), he got a sticker. The more important the task, the bigger and shinier the sticker was. However, every misbehavior got stickers revoked. 

Though Dazai would never admit it, he hated watching Atsushi peel the stickers off the paper and flick them off in the trash: whether it was because he somehow got attached to the stickers like a child or because he hated the pensive expression on Atsushi’s face as he did it, he didn’t know.

In a month’s time, he had racked up quite an impressive collection, stars, hearts and smiley faces covering the paper in a testament to his good behavior. Atsushi struggled to fit the next sticker in the collage, the awkward shape and size of the cat’s head overlapping other stickers. His tongue peeked out through his lips as he tried to find a clear space until Dazai got bored of the display.

“Atsushi-kun, I’ve got a much better idea. Why don’t you just put it on my face? Right here,” he suggested, pointing at his nose and going cross-eyed, hoping his mild theatrics would draw Atsushi’s attention. Instead, Atsusi sighed and straightened up, rubbing the bottom of his back.

“No, this one’s important,” Atsushi argued, finally deciding on where to place the sticker. The ear overlapped a star, but he waved his hand to brush it off and walked over to Dazai.

“Oh? What’s it for?” Dazai asked, leaning back in the chair and allowing Atsushi to bend over him instead. He didn’t miss a beat when Atsushi’s lips found his, moving his lips against his eagerly and reaching a hand to his waist. With a little pressure, he eased Atsushi to place his knees beside his hips, holding onto him as if he’d float away. The cheap chair groaned beneath them, and Dazai was glad he’d gotten Atsushi out of the habit of shying away at the slightest sound.

When Atsushi pulled himself away, Dazai fought the urge to chase after him and forget about the rest of their agenda- Kunikida should expect allowing the pair to take a long lunch break would end in a half day of work for them and an extended one for him. He resisted, though, and trailed one hand down Atsushi’s arm, intertwining their fingers once he reached his hand.

“The sticker? Well, uh…” Atsushi’s tongue poked at the side of his cheek as he chose his words. “You’ve just…been much more enthusiastic about being alive. I figured you deserved an extra fancy sticker for that.”

“So my life is only worth a sticker to you, huh?” Atsushi immediately opened his mouth to protest, eyes going wide. He backed himself up so fast he nearly tipped himself off the chair, saved only by Dazai wrapping his arms around him and pulling him back. “I’m messing with you, Atsushi. No need to start a fuss. Still, I wonder what it could be that caused such a drastic change in my behavior, hm?”

He connected their fingers again, this time pulling their hands up to eye-level and twisting their hands this way and that. In the early noon light, a twinkling caught Atsushi’s eye, sunlight reflecting off a small metal band on Dazai’s finger. He smiled, relaxing into Dazai’s hold until he was resting entirely on his body, and placing a kiss right on the ring.

“I’m glad, Osamu,” he muttered softly. “I’m excited, too.”

The two of them sat there, Dazai rubbing absently at Atsushi’s back and relishing in the warmth of his body against his. He never thought he would favor this soothing moment over the exhilarating rush of a new relationship, yet the fulfillment he felt pumping through his veins with each steady beat of his heart proved him wrong yet again. There wasn’t a chance he’d ever grow tired of Atsushi, with his gentle kisses and kind words that pierced through Dazai’s heart every time. Atsushi was an adventure every day: what new way of torturing Dazai would he come up with? What display of affection would he force Dazai to accept, and how long would it be until he brainwashed him into believing he deserved it? The answers were too tempting to know- he couldn’t die until he figured out every answer, and Atsushi always managed to give him a slew of new questions to solve the next day.

After a few moments of sitting against each other, Atsushi pushed against him again and brushed his hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you choose where to put your sticker, Osamu.”

Dazai huffed in faux annoyance. “For such an important one, that should’ve been half the prize!”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Cupping Dazai’s face in both hands, Atsushi pressed a gentle kiss to his nose and chuckled at the heat spreading underneath his fingertips. The smallest kisses always seemed to fluster Dazai- all the more reason to give them to him. “How’s that? Do you forgive me?”

A content hum rumbled deep in Dazai’s chest. “I suppose.”

“Good, because we need to get back to work.”

This earned a sigh. “You are absolutely no fun.”

-

Did wedding ceremonies normally take this long? Dazai felt like he had been standing in front of everyone for hours and they hadn’t even gotten to the vows yet. He felt himself getting antsy again, eager to be able to call Atsushi his husband. The word felt weird on his tongue the first time he said it, and it felt even weirder the thousand times he said it before the day of the wedding as he waited for the last details to be arranged. Kenji had stopped by and asked him why he kept repeating “husband, my husband, I’m Atsushi’s husband and he is my husband, we are husbands,” and left thinking it was some strange tradition for city folk to say the word a thousand times for good luck. Ranpo had fun with that one, and Kunikida prayed the boy would forget that tidbit of knowledge if and when it was his turn to marry. Now, though, he was longing to be able to adjust and to call Atsushi his husband honestly for the first time.

He started stroking Atsushi’s knuckles again, hoping to calm his sudden anxiety. Atsushi squeezed his hands in response, keeping his focus on the officiant so he wouldn’t miss his cue. Were the vows coming soon? Dazai couldn’t care to listen. Instead he marvelled at the sight before him, wondering why he never thought to compare Atsushi to an angel until now. The sunlight seemed to encompass him, providing him with a brilliant aura that only highlighted his soft features. He was stronger than he was before, and had finally put on enough weight that Dazai didn’t worry a particularly strong gust of wind would knock him over. He wouldn’t let Dazai touch his hair yet- he had grown a sort of fondness for it, and Dazai wasn’t putting up much complain at keeping that long strand around for him to tug and twist around his fingers- but he did trim it up to keep out of his face. 

Perhaps the best improvements he made were his eyes. They were always beautiful, but now they didn’t seem as cloudy as they used to be. He was more confident, happier, and he had a future and a family to look forward to. Now, as he stole a glance at Dazai, the teasing smirk he gave him lit his eyes up in a way that nearly sent Dazai to tears.

Atsushi was adamant that he owed that light to Dazai, for saving him and taking care of him. Though he was sure the light was all Atsushi’s doing, he didn’t mind taking a little bit of credit, not when it earned him a million thank-you kisses and more. The other parts, he was less lenient on.

-

The dinner had been nice and completely on Atsushi (under the condition he go easy on the sake), which Dazai had no complaints about. Even when Atsushi pointed out that they shared funds, Dazai merely took that as an invitation to drink all the sake he wanted. The restaurant they went to, thankfully, wasn’t too packed- after all, a Wednesday wasn’t much to celebrate. Still, he could tell Atsushi had called ahead when they were led to a nice. semi-private balcony table with only a few other tables around. 

That should’ve been a clue as to what was about to happen, but Atsushi had a way of making Dazai feel as if he could let his guard down. He truly didn’t see it coming.

After their pleasant dinner, Dazai was pestering Atsushi for dessert before the sun completely slipped beneath the horizon. A cool breeze blew over them, and Atsushi tucked that strand of hair behind his ear, suddenly bashful. His hands fidgeted in his lap, and he refused to make eye contact with Dazai. What was happening, and what was with that lovesick grin on his face?

“Actually, Osamu, I was hoping I could talk to you first,” Atsushi said, still avoiding his gaze. Dazai tilted his head and shut up, something Atsushi had a talent for making him do and often used at the request of Kunikida at the office. “I wanted to invite you to dinner because I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” Dazai asked. Did he do something out of the ordinary recently?

Atsushi blushed a deeper red. “Yes. For taking such good care of me. I know you’ve always said I didn’t, or shouldn’t, thank you, but I can’t agree…and…well, I’m about to ask something extremely selfish.”

At some point, Atsushi had brought his hands up to grip at the table, so Dazai reached over and grabbed one of them. “I would do anything for my Atsushi-kun! Ask away!”

Pulling his hand away, Atsushi gave him a smile and reached into his pocket. Dazai watched as he slid a small box over to him, checking out of the corner of his eye to see if anybody was watching. “Really? Would you continue to take care of me…forever? I’d do my best every day to take care of you, too. I mean…if you’d like that, that is.”

For a man who prided himself on being on top of every situation, Dazai stared in disbelief at the box for a long time before slowly picking it up. He should’ve seen this coming, really- yet he never allowed himself to hope that Atsushi might want to keep him around for the rest of their lives. Even with the solid proof right in front of him, he still couldn’t believe that Atsushi meant it.

He only remembered that he was keeping Atsushi waiting when he saw panic start to flutter in his eyes. He opened the box and couldn’t help the small gasp when he saw the ring: tiny blue gems on a thin silver band. When he looked back at Atsushi, the panic had subsided, though he was still gritting his teeth as if he had done something wrong.

Hadn’t he learned by now that he could do wrong in Dazai’s eyes?

“I…I’d be honored, Atsushi,” Dazai answered. As if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, Atsushi grinned and drew his hands back to clutch at his chest. Carefully taking the ring out of the box, Dazai examined it, watching it sparkled as he twisted it in the sunset. “I-If you really think I’m up for the job…”

“I do! Think you’re up for the job, I mean,” he responded, watching Dazai slip the ring on his finger and inspect it again. “And even if you weren’t…I’d still want to take care of you.”

There was no need to ask him why. Just as Dazai helped build Atsushi up and helped him to believe in his own worth, Atsushi helped Dazai too. Dazai wasn’t a savior like Atsushi used to see him as. After all, Atsushi was the one to pull him out of the river that day, so he was the one who started the chain. They used to spend hours on end debating, trying to call the other the hero of the relationship. Though it took an embarrassingly long time, they eventually realized the truth. 

There was no one savior. They saved each other, and they took care of each other. It had always been that way, and Dazai wouldn’t want any part of that to change.

-

It took Dazai a moment to realize what was happening until finally he processed the word he had been waiting to hear. Atsushi’s attention was now completely on him, a warm spotlight he wasn’t sure he’d ever want to leave. A list of promises the two of them already made a thousand times over prattled on in the space between them, until the officiant paused his rant. Atsushi showed Dazai the biggest grin he had ever seen; Dazai’s heart fluttered up to his throat. Words he didn’t think anybody would dare to say with him in mind filled the air; somebody sniffled in the crowd.

“I do,” Atsushi said. A jolt went through Dazai’s body, as if he could feel as Atsushi official promise and entrust his heart to him. Dazai suddenly felt unsure on his feet, and his knees trembled.

Another reassuring squeeze, Dazai watched Atsushi switch their hands so he could run a thumb over Dazai’s knuckles. There was a sudden pressure behind Dazai’s eyes threatening to leak out, along with the overwhelming fear that when he opened his mouth his heart would jump out. He spent so much time trying to force it back in its place he almost missed his cue.

He caught the tail end of his half of the vows, and cleared his throat. His voice as unwavering as his faith in the man before him, Dazai nodded. “I do.”

Neither of them needed permission to meet. Dazai wrapped one arm around Atsushi’s waist securely before placing one hand on his cheek and pulling him in. Atsushi could barely return the favor with his grin in the way, and Dazai couldn’t fight his own smile from breaking them apart too soon either. To compensate, he placed kiss after kiss on Atsushi’s face, making sure to cover every inch in his affection before pulling away for a moment.

“You’re sure?” Dazai asked tentatively. “I-If not, I’m sure we could make something up-”

“I’m absolutely sure, Osamu. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

A sudden burst of happiness exploded within Dazai, finally let free at the prospect of sharing his life with someone who could treat him so delicately. He wasn’t too fond of sobbing in front of Kunikida, so Dazai took that energy and dipped Atsushi down, giving him one final kiss to seal their fate together. Atsushi clutched onto Dazai’s jacket, close enough to his heart Dazai was sure he was able to feel it beating erratically. There was a pink painting Atsushi’s face when he finally lifted him up, and Dazai couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest. He pressed Atsushi’s hand to his lips before leading him down the aisle with their hands linked, where their friends- no, their family- cheered them on, welcoming them in their new life together.

[amethyst-lightsphere]

Snowmen

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Oda Sakunosuke x Dazai Osamu

Note: A birthday gift for @kielisjustfine. May you have abundant happiness in your life from now on. You are a blessing, to me and Odazai shippers. I hope you don't mind me moving this into a post for better archiving.

"It's cold, Dazai. Come back in." Oda called as he walked in the room holding two mugs of hot cocoa. Really, he shouldn't have left the younger man to his device. He was prone to act on spontaneous ideas, after all.

"Give me a minute." answered Dazai, still didn't turn back from whatever it was he was doing on the snowy balcony.

Oda had met this kind of situation many times to know what to do. He set the mugs down on the table with much care so that they barely made a clinking sound to not disturb Dazai, then came over before he was called.

He stepped out into the balcony just as Dazai finished. An excited hand clutched at his pant's leg and pulled as Dazai spoke and looked up at Oda, very much like a child showing off his work.

"What do you think?" Dazai pointed at two small snowmen he made from the snow on the balcony. "The one on the right is you. Left one is me."

Oda squatted down to have a better look at snowmen. His snowman had dried red leaves on the top to mimicked his hair, parting in the middle like the real deal. The eyes were blue crystal balls - their Christmas decors weren't stolen or something, thank goodness - and thin black twigs made up the arms and smiley mouth. The Dazai one was made up the same way, with brown leaves and crystal balls and strips of bandage wrapping around the body, prominent traits of Dazai's appearance that were so distinct and 'him'.

"They are like cute, snowy clones of us." Oda commented while poking his snowman with a finger. "Where did you get the leaves?"

"Our neighbor's garden. I'm sure Akutagawa and Atsushi won't miss a few dead leaves." Dazai explained with a look of I-did-good-for-all-of-us, which was even more adorable than his snow art.

Speaking of neighbor, "Why don't you make snowmen for them too? I remember you called Atsushi your son and Akutagawa son-in-law."

"Reluctantly accepted son-in-law." Dazai corrected him. "And nah, I don't wanna take away a possible chance for lovey-dovey-ing from them."

Oda didn't write romance but he understood right away. He nodded. "Indeed." Then he remembered the drinks, so he added. "Since you said lovey-dovey, we can get to our own right now. I make hot cocoa."

At that, Dazai immediately jumped to his feet. "Have I told you you're a godsend? The cold air out here is terrible for my hands."

It was Dazai who whined for hot cocoa in the first place. However, he looked happy skipping inside for them so Oda decided not to remind him. Halfway though, Dazai turned around.

"I forget that snowmen will melt when it's warmer. What a loss." Dazai said, all dejected at the fact he just remembered.

Oda raised his head to look up at him, then down at the snowmen, then up again, and suggested. "We could keep them in the fridge, you know."

Dazai's face brightened up at that, with a smile that rivaled the sun. "A godsend, I repeat, a godsend."

Heat crawled up Oda's face a little at that smile. To prevent Dazai making his skin even hotter, he volunteered first. "Let me scoop the snowmen in. Just enjoy your cocoa while I'm at it."

"Let me help." And Dazai moved.

Oda tried to persuade. "Let me do it. You've done great making them. Bringing them in is the least I can do." And succeeded as Dazai ceased, then went back to walking to the tables with cocoa mugs.

Not to waste a moment, Oda went and got a tray and a spatula because their house had no shovels. He then returned and carefully transferred the snowmen to the tray, which then went into the ice compartment of the fridge.

Once done, Oda stashed the spatula. But then he thought of an idea and took out a knife. The snowmen tray was out once more. This time, Oda added his own touch by splitting the end of one arm of each snowman into five little protrusion, which was a rough rendition of fingers. He arranged the 'fingers' so that they were lacing together, making the snowmen appear to be holding hands. After that, he put them back into the fridge.

Knowing Dazai would check on them later, Oda made the little change. The younger man would squeal in delight seeing it, he was sure. Or kissed him, which was even better. Oda thought so as he made his way back to Dazai, who was lounging on the couch and basking in the warmth of hot cocoa.

[nunnallygin]

NANA CHAN!! YOUR DAZAI VER OF THE "THE BANDAGE IS A HEART" OFFICIAL ART MADE ME SKIP 3 BEATS OF MY FKN HEART! first i thought OH THEY RELEASED THE DZI VER? I MISSED IT? and then i saw ur sign on the Dzi ver and i jumped with happiness, OH MY GOD ITS SO BEAUTIFUL? please, we need to collect money, do petition and then have you collab with Toxan or some other official artist, like i riot, i want this to happen!! AHHH ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!! i wasnt feeling great few min ago n im super happy and calm!!

Before I scream my (aaaaaaaaaaaa-), let me apologize for my late reply… Gomennasai m(_ _)m

Now I can aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Your message made me skip 100 beats!!!! My heart is no longer beating tho my soul is still screaming and crying i’m jhsdujhvosdjhviosdhjviosdk ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚OH GOD (THANK YOU) IS NOT ENOUGH JKSHDUIFHUISHF AAaaaAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU ARIGATOOOO THANK YOU ARIGATOOOOO SOOOO MUCH ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )Tbh I was hesitant about posting that fanart…like I was thinking… Nana how dare you drawing the other side of that (the bandage is a heart) masterpiece… it looks so bad you ruined everything and njbskjdhfjskSo reading this message and other comments made me literally crazily super HAPPPPPYYY I was crying like a baby!!!!｡･ﾟﾟ･(>дand if my simple art made you feel happy, this means everything to me i’m welcoming shinigami-sama with a stupid smiley face happilyヽ(；▽；)ノSorry for my stupid always long reply njsdhkjskjsioh but reallllllllllllllly realllly thank youuuuuuuuuuu ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

[cyannawine]

Solve Your Heart (Day 7)

Chuuya groans and slumps forward onto the table. Math is so hard. Why does his university have this stupid rule of having to take either a math or science class as a graduation requirement?

This class has not only killed his brain; it has killed his social life. He is already busy enough as a fashion major, having to spend an inordinate amount of time making clothes and what not. But at least he enjoys what he’s doing. This is pure torture.

Chuuya grabs his drink and takes a sip, only to realise that it’s already empty. He debates buying another one. He just splurged on a few fabric bolts the other day, and his wallet can’t take the extra burden.

The math problem starts laughing at him.

Chuuya groans again and pushes himself off. Whatever. He needs to stretch his legs anyway. And the barrister on duty, Dazai, is really cute.

“Hey, can I get your order?” the barista smiles and Chuuya dies a little inside. He glances at his nametag again.

Dazai :)

Chuuya dies a little more. That smiley face’s so cute. Dazai’s so cute.

“Hot caramel macchiato. Tall, please.”

Dazai smiles and nods. When Chuuya gets his drink, he realises it’s a venti. He’s about to correct Dazai when the barista walks past.

“My treat ~”

Chuuya grins stupidly for a moment before he thanks him. He returns to his seat with a blush on his face. He’s such an idiot. He sighs and mentally prepares himself to face his homework again when he notices scribbles on his cup. His eyes widen. It’s the solution for the math problem.

You’re welcome, Chuuya.

           - Dazai ;)

Chuuya looks at the counter and Dazai waves. He makes his way over.

“How did you…”

Dazai laughs. “I saw you struggling. I also sit behind you during lecture.”

Chuuya’s mouth falls open. How did he miss the fact that he has such a cute guy as a classmate?

Dazai smiles at him before he rests an arm on the counter and leans forward.

“I’m a philosophy major.”

“Fashion,” Chuuya says, tucking his hair behind his hair and flashes what he hopes is a flirty smile.

Dazai smirks back.

Yes, I am so doing this right.

“So I’m free on Wednesdays and Friday mornings,” Dazai says casually.

“I don’t have classes on Wednesdays either,” Chuuya replies, his heart beating awfully quickly.

“Do you need a math tutor?”

Chuuya’s heart sinks a little. Oh, the guy just wants a little pocket money.

“How much?” he asks dejectedly.

“For you? Free, of course.”

Chuuya starts smiling like an idiot again. “So, Wednesday?”

“Text me the time and place.”

It’s only when Chuuya returns to his seat that he realises that he doesn't have Dazai’s number. Wait. He stares at his cup. He turns it around and sees Dazai’s number and a heart. He rolls his eyes despite the smile playing on his lips.

Cocky ass.

Chuuya catches Dazai’s eyes and the man smirks.