#kunikida is scared to love dazai. he's scared he will find a way to break him. that he won't be careful enough. that he'll screw it all up.

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.

[inamagicalhallucination]

au where atsushi gets hit w/ an ability and is in a coma and is fighting for his life

atsushi has a strong desire to live sure but also thinks that itd just be better (and that he deserves to) if he went and died in a ditch

becuz of this, so close to death, atsushi has little will to fight

mayhaps he's been feeling not good for a while but didnt realize how not good

anyway thats not important whats important is as per the ability he can still observe the world and the ppl he might leave as a ghost of sorts

he's floating around the hospital or following his friends, observing

he watches as kyouka cries holding his body's hand, begging him to fight, begging him to not leave and leave her alone - refusing to leave his side until someone has to take her away

he watches kenji try to pretend every things fine - reassuring anyone who'll listen that atsushi is strong - and talk to atsushi as if he's simply closing his eyes for a bit - seemingly in denial about everything

he watches junichiro alternate between trying to comfort everybody, trying to process everything and having fits of rage and hurt where he screams and yells and completely breaks down

he watches kunikida be there for anyone and everyone and try to continue as normally as he can but always being a little off - a little too slow, a little too tired - but still putting up a front until its just him and atsushi's body and he's apologizing for letting this happen begging atsushi to wake up

he watches dazai's face stay blank the entire time he's there only to drink more and more and get scarier and scarier - visit oda and ask the stone what to do - curse his own ability for not stopping the ability thats hurting atsushi - being too scared to go anywhere near atsushi in the fear that atsushi's regenerational abilities will stop working and he'll hurt even more

he watches ranpo put up a strong face - take on more cases - find the ability user quickly but be unable to find any other way for atsushi to get better other than just getting better - he knows theres no way but still he pushes it becuz there has to be but even the ability user breaks down in a session w/ him and dazai and admits there isnt but there has to be

he watches yosano try and heal him over and over - through her ability and her actual knowledge in being a doctor - watches her stay by his side through everything - there to fix any small inconvenience he may have like a too bright room or a non fluffy pillow, waiting, obsessively checking his vitals

he watches the president hold everyone together - keep the ada floating and offering support to anyone who wants it - watches his face grow more and more tired as he waits - as they all wait - watches him visit atsushi's body and give him updates on whats happening, waiting

he watches naomi fill his room with gifts, keeping a bright smile on her face whenever she enters only for it to drop the second she's far away enough so that when he wakes up he cant see it

watches the clerks take turns visiting him w/ gifts and encouragement, helping the president hold down the agency, while trying to be strong

watches lucy spill hot tea on her hands because she's worrying about him again - watches her get upset and angry when anyone so as much hints that atsushi won't get up - watches her talk to him and try to convince him to wake up

and atsushi grieves becuz of his own lack of understanding on how loved he has become

akutagawa doesn't falter when he learns about atsushi and atsushi kind of wishes he did - when he sees atsushi he doesn't blink or react, simply nods and leaves - and atsushi feels strange at having confirmation that he does not matter much to him - sometimes akutagawa visits - not always and never in a pattern - random and quick visits where he only watches atsushi for a moment before leaving - in the end, atsushi follows him becuz watching the ada and lucy gets too hard - he expects akutagawa to go about his day, atsushi in the back of his mind - maybe a little concern for him as his partner but nothing to fret about

atsushi spends his day with akutagawa wishing he could reach out and touch him and hold im as he watches one of the strongest people he knows give in to their grief and fall apart, with no agency members to see him, no friend there to see what akutagawa surely calls his weakness, only him, atsushi's ghost, and gin's hurried footsteps as she comes home

anyway

why did i write this

[tiredlilguy]

omg what about spin the bottle with dazai at a work party and that’s how he finds out reader has a crush on him and they get scared and run to hide in the break room but he comforts them and they end up making out anyways (and anything else can happen up to you)

hiiii :D sorry that this took so long to get out. i got flooded with a bunch of ideas, but i'm going to try and finish up all the requests. i hope you enjoy! i did changed the scenario up just a bit though, i hope you don't mind ^^

pairing: dazai x reader cw: N/A, not proofread desc: dazai passed his entrance exam, and in celebration, you offered to pay for the work party! though, your coworker, ranpo had over plans up his sleeve...

Working at the Agency had almost became like riding a bike to you. You were focused and you had felt like this was the job for you. At first, you had thought you didn’t really have the skills to be a detective, but thankfully with a little bit of training with your ability and the way you think: you were a focused and hard-working detective. Sure, you couldn’t solve as many cases as your senior Ranpo could, but you were doing pretty good for a rookie.

Everything was fine…

… and you were focused.

That was until… a certain brunette just casually walked through the door and stole your heart within a moments notice. You shook your head… maybe once or twice, and possibly slammed your head into the bathroom stall for a little bit, but the thought of him didn’t seem to go away. You were never one to believe in love at first sight, but the moment that you shook his hand, you almost short-circuited.

“ It’s nice to meet you, I’m your new coworker: Dazai Osamu,” he held out a hand for you to shake with that beautiful smirk he always wore. You shook his hand, but your hand felt faint in his, almost as if he was shaking hands with a tissue.

“ Uh oh, we’re loosin’ them,” you swore you heard Ranpo mumble under his mouth.

…

A couple days had went by, and now you heard news of Dazai’s passing of his entrance exam. You were glad that he was able to stay in a permanent position at the Agency, considering him a valuable coworker. Not to mention, you could occasionally glance over at him whenever you wanted. You were sitting with the other Agency members around lunch time as you had all wondered where you were going to take Dazai for his entrance party.

“ Say, don’t you think we should just stay here in the office?,” Kunikida offered.

“ Boo, now way,” Ranpo spoke up, sticking out his tongue,” The last time you did that, you got drunk and almost made a mess all over the floor with wine in your hand. It took a couple days to get rid of the mess there too!”

“ Eh…,” the blonde cringed slightly at the memory,” S-sorry… about that.”

“ How about we take him out to a restaurant?,” you looked up from your laptop.

“ Hm… that’s not a bad idea, but might be a bit expensive,” Kunikida replied.

“ I know a cheap one around here,” you smiled,” If we still want to keep it a surprised I can reserve it and everything. I don’t mind paying either!”

“ … and how do you suppose we’ll surprise him?,” Yosano twiddled with a pen in her hand.

“ I’ll take him after work! He won’t suspect a thing because it’s not like he’s known me that long, nor has he spent as much time with me as the rest of you.”

“ Smart,” Ranpo shrugged,” Though, I hope you won’t falter like I know you will. He might just go along with it even though he already knows there’s a surprise just because you’re cute.”

“ Hey!”

…

It was finally towards the end of the day, and you were the only one left in the Agency. Everyone else had finished up their work and left, and Dazai was finally writing his report after the case he’d been on since the morning.

This was your perfect chance.

“ Hey, Dazai,” you walked up to him with your hands behind hour back,” I just noticed you finished your report over there. Wanna come with me to go eat out?”

“ Call me Osamu,” he closed his laptop with a sigh, but smirked as he looked up at you,” I’ll come… but what’s the occasion? Am I just too hard to resist?~”

You felt yourself grow hot in the face,” U-uhm… Well, I-I just wanted to take you out is all…”

“ Then it’s a date!,” he teased, the cat-like smirk on his face only growing wider.

“ No no no!,” you shoved your hands in front of his face as your blush only got worse,” Just a work dinner, Osamu! My treat. Seriously!”

Dazai covered his mouth as he let out a soft giggle. You placed your hands down at your sides as you watched him laugh. For some reason… it was gentle and beautiful, listening to him laugh was like angels singing in your ears. You had to admit, his voice was ethereal in a way.

He let out a sigh,” I’m only teasing. Don’t worry.” He took up from his spot in his chair and took the coat that was over it, pulling his arms through the sleeves. Dazai held out his half-bandaged hand,” Well, lead the way.”

You gently took his hand in yours, leading him out of the Agency. His hand was surprisingly soft as he held yours gingerly. You couldn’t help but have a lingering smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Dazai as you both walked out.

…

Time had passed and you had surprised him at the work party you had all thrown for him. You knew on the inside that he knew that this was happening, but you still felt happy as he smiled at seeing his coworkers there with gifts just for him. Strangely enough, despite his eyes seeming to have a constant void, you swear you saw a tinge of sparkle in them.

It was well into the night, and you were growing rather tired, but Ranpo had asked if you could all play one more game (much to your dismay). You all complied, save for your boss, Fukuzawa, who opted to attempt to sober up before coming home. You, Kunikida, Yosano, Ranpo, and Dazai all huddled around together as you awaited for what Ranpo would want you all the play. Feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol, you weren’t really paying attention until Ranpo placed an empty bottle down on the floor.

“ Spin the bottle!!!,” he shouted while clapping his hands together, amused.

“ Eh…?,” you fell silent for a moment, not sure what to say.

“ Neh… (Y/N), you start!,’’ Ranpo nudged your side, the smirk on his face only getting worse.

You looked around yourself, noticing the possible candidates…

Yosano would’ve been fine. You felt comfortable with her.

Ranpo would’ve acted childish, probably pushing you away.

Kunikida was a hard reaction to guess. Perhaps he’d sit there and take his punishment kiss, or maybe he’d also push you away.

However… Dazai…

“ No…,” you covered your face with a blush,” Nope! Not doing it! Actually… you know what I should use the restroom… I-I’ll… just… ha-ha… be right back!”

You quickly ran out of the room and into a nearby alleyway just outside of the restaurant.

…

As you leaned against the wall of the alleyway, you let out a sigh. There’s no way you could kiss Dazai… you felt yourself blush even harder. Perhaps he wasn’t even really a relationship kind of person, only using his good looks just for himself. Your mind was running circles…

“ (Y/N),” you heard a voice call out to you.

You shivered as you turned your head, meeting Dazai’s gaze.

“ Sorry, I was worried about you,” he walked up to you, taking the coat that was on him and placing it over your shoulders,” I thought you were feeling sick, so I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

You wrapped the coat around yourself, pulling the ends of the coat around you,” That’s very sweet of you… Though, that’s not really the reason I ran out.”

Dazai laughed again, but only briefly,” Oh, I know. That’s why I came out here.”

“ You… know?,” you felt yourself shutter once more. Great, now if he knew he’d only embarrass the hell out of you.

“ Yeah, of course I do,” the brunette smiled,” You’ve got a little crush on me, don’t you, (Y/N)?”

“ H-how’d you know?,” you only wanted to hide further into the ground.

“ Well, I could tell from the way you seem to be around me: you get nervous and fidgety… but I have to admit,” Dazai’s hand moved to touch your cheek,” It’s quite adorable.”

You hummed, looking off to the side, away from his gaze,” I just… didn’t really take you to be the romantic type I guess.”

“ Now that is quite the foolish assumption,” the brunette smirked, moving you to face him once again, though this time, he was a lot closer,” Hm… May I get my foolish reward for guessing though?”

“ If you’ll have me,” you let out a small gasp.

Soon enough, Dazai closed the gap between you to. His kiss that was placed on your lips was gentle at first, almost as if he was hesitant. However, you kissed him back slightly rougher, urging him to be just a little bit more intense. He followed through, gently prodding at your lips with his tongue.

You let out a soft gasp as you let him do so, opening your mouth for him. In the moment that you were close to him, you felt him wrap his arms around you to cage you in further. It was intense, yet at the same time rather comforting. That was until…

“ Hey! You still gotta pay for dinner tonight, (Y/N)!,” you quickly both pulled away, as you felt slightly breathless. It was Ranpo, and he was waving the tab in his hand.

Dazai quickly let you go, placing his arms at his sides with a smile. He seemed to be good at acting natural, all the while you were a mess besides him.

“… and don’t think just because I got you to kiss the guy means that you can get out of this!,” Ranpo called you over.

“ Well… I got my kiss and you got yours. Let’s get back, shall we?”

Flustered and a mess, you nodded, moving away from Dazai and over to Ranpo with his coat over your shoulders.

[zukkaoru]

🌟👻💤💝 + .....idk off the top of my head, dazai?

i hate him <- guy who thinks about him all the time

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

to make out with chuuya and kunikida uhmm,. see. the thing about dazai is he will never admit his desires outright. but above all i think he wants reasons to keep living. i think that's what he's always looking for, in everything. it can be big things like his friends/partners but also small things like petting a cat outside the ada building or eating good food. it's about finding the beauty in humanity, as flawed as it is, and using that as motivation to continue on because don't you want to see what happens next? there will be laughter and jokes and people growing more confident in themselves and there will also be tears and disappointments but the entire picture and how the pieces fit together is so fascinating to dazai. he wants to find all the little pieces and hold onto them because they remind him of the beauty in humanity and the world as a whole

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

emotional vulnerability.

💤 A headcanon about their sleep

he has very bad insomnia. obviously. he can rarely sleep for more than 5-6 hours at a time and has a lot of trouble falling back asleep after he wakes up in the night, so he tends to just be awake for several hours in the night more often than not. when he's sharing a bed with chuuya and kunikida, he never sleeps in the middle so it's easier for him to get out of bed in the night without waking his partners - that way he can walk around and try to burn off some energy or try sleeping on the couch or smth instead

💝 A headcanon about their love language

dazai is very., roundabout in the ways he expresses his care for others (and he doesn't. like saying he loves them. he uses other words to mean the same thing. even in his own thoughts i think) but he tends to manipulate specific situations in order to create certain outcomes that will benefit those he cares about. sometimes these are elaborate and dangerous (his attempts to get aku & atsushi to work together) and sometimes it's more like,, he knows kunikida's been working too much so he complains to chuuya about kunikida not giving him attention and chuuya has to coax out of him the fact that kuni's overworking himself and then chuuya will be the one who actually comes in and physically drags kunikida away from his work. along with this, dazai is far more prone to showing his love through actions rather than words. he'll open bottles of ramune for ranpo without being asked or he'll grab chuuya's hand when they need relief from their ability or he'll move to sit at the bar in the cafe when lucy is dealing with difficult customers. when he does use words, once again, it's very roundabout like asking kenji if he's taken his lunch break when he knows the answer is no. or asking atsushi where his compression gloves are when he needs to be wearing them but isn't. just,, stuff like that

[spacexseven]

(2/4 sorry realized dazais was super long split it into two its 4 parts now) ur sooooooo right about dazai and this scenario SO right the fucking bastard probably does this to randoms for fun on the weekends. sidenote im going with mafia dazai for this just cuz he has more room to be Evil and i also dont think kunikida would allow ANY of these antics if he was there. warning hes gonna be SUUUPER mean i kinda softboy-ed aku but i cant bring myself to do the same to dazai </3

darling is just some civilian with ties to an enemy syndicate or works somewhere they need access to as an average employee with a convenient amount of security clearance, no one really that special on paper, and he’s pissed. he’s stuck with some no-name loser for the foreseeable future? how demeaning. this work is so beneath him as an executive, can’t he make one of his subordinates do it?

he’s amazing at the flirty coworker persona, and even BETTER at the loving boyfriend schtick. scarily so, when you consider that he spends a lot of his downtime thinking about how much you bore him and he cant wait to get rid of you. similar to what he does to chuuya in wan, every perceived slight you commit against him is put down to paper so he can get his appropriate vengeance when the time comes. you hummed and it got on his nerves, he’ll be sure to break  your jaw. you touched his hand today, for that he’ll rip your fingernails off one by one. stuff like that.

he starts to warm up to you as time goes on. the surefire way to dazai’s heart is to give him unselfish care. something as small as packing him something for lunch since he only eats crab out of a can; to something as big as nursing him through a drug or alcohol induced stupor after one of his many attempts on his own life. he wakes up the next morning clean, comfortable, and with a very minimal headache due to the cold washcloth you put on his head. why did you bother doing that?

yea i don't think ada dazai could do half these things and get away with it either so we'll stick to pm dazai!! i do have a question tho, can you find crab in a can? is it edible?? it sounds strange to me i only eat tuna (lol) out of a can...lol this got much longer than i planned for, sorry in advance!!

cw: yandere character, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, dazai is an asshole, mentions of violence and murder, manipulation, deceit, emotional abuse, jealousy, kidnapping, imprisonment.

ask continued: (3/4) good news: he’s attached now! at the hip! hes a little obvious, really. dazais always flirty, but now hes CLINGY. and JEALOUS. he seemed so Above being affectionate or possessive of you, before. much too self-confident, you supposed. but now you’re lucky if you can manage to get out of bed without having to escape the IRONCLAD GRIP hes got you in, and do NOT even get me STARTED on how he reacts to ANYONE so much as looking at you! you’re his! his his his his HIS! you both love each other, so you belong to one another! simple as that!

bad news: you have recently figured out that you shouldve been scared of him. of course, you find his little notebook, and something inside of you is SCREAMING at you to read it, and what you find shatters your view of him forever. you brushed off the really weird vibe you got from him initially, cuz he was so nice! attentive! you never really got attention like that from anyone before, it was all too easy for him to get you caught up. stupid stupid stupid. 

worse news: he notices, when you start to pull away from him. you’re making excuses not to see him, not to sleep in the same bed as him. you get all stiff when he gets too close to you, and you wont kiss him back. doesnt take him long to figure out what happened. takes him even less time to come up with a plan to make sure you cant run away from him. don’t be scared, he loves you so much! he’ll show you how sorry he is for saying all those mean things!

it's not like dazai was new to the whole leech-out-information-from-an-unsuspecting-victim-and-kill-them-after routine, but he definitely didn't like this part of his job. it's so terribly boring as compared to his go-to way of getting information (interrogations! torture! shorter and less effort needed!) it takes too much effort to make sure his target likes him enough to lower their guard around him and spoonfeed him the information he needs. it takes even longer to safely send back acquired information to the pm without anyone suspecting him to be the mole, and usually these missions take months if not years. he doesn't want to invest to much time in something like this, especially when he knows his target is the most boring person to walk upon this planet.

if he was assigned to the leader of some crime syndicate, or maybe the secret mastermind behind a revolution, or even a top-level military agent, he might find the thrill somewhat entertaining. after all, there's something quite wonderful in wrapping an untouchable person around his finger.

but you...

you were painfully ordinary. he understood why it had to be you, a somewhat 'regular' member of the ability group, trusted enough to have access to information that would be useful, but not too high up in the ranks. not to mention, you would eventually be moved up and allowed access into even more highly guarded secrets. if he didn't get to you now, he might never get you at all. if you were too important you'd never trust anyone, and you'd be too paranoid to let slip even seemingly unimportant details. it had to be you, and now.

and he was good at his job. he was charming but not suspiciously so, and not so well known that he would be identified. still, as he watched you before his infiltration had officially started, he realized that you were a fool. too trusting, too smiling, and far too friendly. even akutagawa would have been suited for this job, you wouldn't have suspected a thing. maybe you'd even like the whole grumbling outcast thing he had going on. but no matter how much he whined or complained or groaned, nothing was done about it. he was stuck with you until he finished the mission.

it was probably his hatred towards you that caused him to act so recklessly, and moving the relationship so quickly—from strangers to moving in together within a month. it wasn't hard to have you eating right out of his hand, with some saccharine smiles and soft looks, gentle stroking and—you practically had stars in your eyes. what a fool, he thought, ignoring how the softening of his eyes when you cheerfully ran into his arms happened somewhat naturally. you must have been desperate if you so eagerly accepted his sudden advances.

he still hated you, of course. he recorded your wrongdoings so he could unleash his fury later, when you were no longer of use. that time you ran your fingers through his hair, he swore to break each and every bone in your hand. and when you dragged him out on dates he planned out the appropriate punishment, same as when you touched him or kissed him or smiled up at him with so much warmth it made him sick—you made him sick, and you'd pay for that, eventually.

surprisingly, despite his overall sleazy and cruel demeanor—he never paid for dates (even though he was given the funds), and never bought you presents after the third one. he never initiated any physical affection, and straight up ignored your calls sometimes—after you were officially dating you still seemed to like him. you probably idolized him, after being starved of affection for so long. any crumb of affection he gave you, whether it was a fake smile or a stiff pat, you'd eagerly eat up. it was so pathetic he almost felt bad for you. even know, this relationship wasn't real, but you were a fool who thought you found love. not like this arrangement was anything you should be mourning.

were you hoping he'd turn back to the charming guy you met all those weeks ago? did you really have no clue that you fell in love with a lie? or maybe, you just couldn't comprehend someone using you. after all, you weren't very wealthy or connected to anyone influential. all you had was your job, and that was meaningless to most people. perhaps you thought he was most people, because it was so easy to get things out of you. at night, when the two of you were awkwardly lying down in bed, he just had to roll over, throw an arm around you and whisper into your ear, asking about your day. and then everything came pouring out. you weren't so stupid as to directly admit you worked for an ability organization, but the details were still correct. you'd tell him about the planning you had to do for a company event nearby, and just as you said, a week later the group he was targeting was there for something. it was so easy, now, to intercept all their plans. you were annoying but...somewhat useful.

and then...it happened.

dazai didn't realize there had been a last-minute change in plans. your group had come onto the meeting spot earlier than you had said they would be, and he was caught red-handed inside the building. to his surprise, you, without even stopping to consider his intentions, immediately shot up to defend him, excusing him saying that he probably just stopped by to visit you. your coworkers relaxed and slowly agreed. they, too, thought dazai didn't know about the 'company' you worked for, and thought he was just being a considerate boyfriend. it couldn't be farther from the truth, but he didn't care what they thought.

you saved him.

and it wasn't the only time, either. there were the times you've nursed him back to health after yet another one of his stupid stunts, the times you've waited hours for him to turn up for a date, complaining but never actually mad, the times you've made him something to eat, knowing he didn't care much about eating healthy. it infuriated him how genuinely selfless you were, even to an asshole like him.

you cared about him, like you cared for everyone else in your life, even though he knew he didn't deserve it. it was so nice, though, as much as he hated admitting it, to be cared for. to be looked after and loved genuinely despite his shortcomings. sometimes he wondered if you'd only love him more if he cleaned up his act. the more you smiled at him and gently nudged him awake and asked him if he ate and showed him things you thought he'd like, the more he realized he was getting a little attached to you.

and then, he came to a decision.

you were far too nice to him for him to just leave you to die after this mission. and you were far too kind to have such a terrible boyfriend. he could at least try to completely win you over now before you inevitably found out about his true intentions and then, you'd really hate him since he would have killed your friends. he decided you would stay with him, regardless of how the mission went.

he probably should have considered your confusion when your usually aloof boyfriend suddenly became a completely new person. you'd wake up and get ready to leave when an arm suddenly wraps around you and dazai whines at you about not leaving. whines! the same man who'd rarely say a word to you until breakfast was acting so...clingy all of a sudden, though you'd be lying if you said you hated it. suddenly your days were filled with constant kissing and an arm always around you, dazai showing up at your workplace more often to grab lunch with you and boldly flirting with you. sure, there was something quite terrifying about the way he glared at your coworkers, his eyes so blank it was eerie, but you forgot all about it once he snuggled into your neck and placed a kiss on your collarbone.

and then there was his insistence that you were being overworked when he normally wouldn't have cared what time you came home, as long as you did come home, going so far as to contacting your boss to demand you get more time off. of course, everyone laughed it off as your boyfriend simply being concerned for your health and your boss complied, shortening your hours and granting you a long overdue break. your life was just so perfect now. and to think you were worried about him wanting to break up. whenever you asked dazai why he was suddenly so expressive, however, he would only give you a vague answer about realizing it was unfair of him to let out his anger by treating you coldly and wanting to fix things. because, as he said so often, he loved you.

"nobody could love you as much as i do," he would say, "seriously, i think i could die in my love for you. you're everything to me and i love you so much."

maybe you should have noticed how...intense his feelings were then,

it all came crashing down one day when you saw a text on his phone—someone asking him to gather more information about the ability users in the group you were in. he wasn't supposed to know about that, and by the looks of it, he had been using you to steal intel the entire time. though you felt stupid now, you were more concerned about how you could put an end to it now, especially because you were in so deep with him. at least a while back you could have quickly ended things with him using the reason of being a terrible partner, but now, it would only raise suspicion with him and your coworkers. how were you to explain your boyfriend had been spying on you the entire time to anyone? what would they do to you, and worse yet, what was he planning to do to you once he had no use for you?

the only logical thing to do, in your eyes, was to slowly drift away and eventually break things off with him. his only source of information would be closed then, and you would be safe. the problem was, it was pretty much impossible to leave him. he was always by your side, held you tight as you slept, dropped you off at work and even knew all your friends. how were you supposed to explain to anyone that your boyfriend was going to kill you once he destroyed your group?

as you already figured out, dazai wasn't stupid. it was about time you found out, but now his plans had changed. no more killing you. he could keep you with him permanently now, after forcing you to quit. he didn't need your help anymore for the next part of the plan, which only required him to eradicate the group since they weren't willing to comply to the port mafia's demands. it wasn't like he expected you to sit down and hear him out after finding out he was sort of using you all along, but still, it hurt when you scowled at him and screamed at him. oh well. he could figure it out.

as he smiled down at your bound figure, your eyes wide at the blood soaking his coat, realizing what he had just done, he decided he would stop at nothing to convince you of how much he loved you.

really, he wouldn't trade this for the world.

[chibitts]

It was Ranpo who had insisted that Fukuzawa get an assistant. As the young detective had said: “After that whole Cannibalism virus scare, Prez needs someone to help ‘em handle all the work that’s piled up!”

And so after careful consideration from each ability user in the agency, you were chosen from the countless busybodies that were already employed under the agency's name. It came as a bit of a shock to you, for you had never actually spoken to Fukuzawa before; sure, he was your boss, but that was merely a formality. The person who’d hired you had been a man by the name of Kunikida, but you’d never interacted with he or any of the other ability users beyond giving them a glance as they made their way from the bottom floor of the agency all the way to the top.

Getting used to working alongside Fukuzawa rather than below him was something that took weeks, perhaps even months for you to do. You were always by his side, though you looked far less intimidating than he did. Your work usually consisted of sifting through the tougher cases that the agency was assigned, and reading through letters and other mail addressed directly to the president. Sometimes, if the work called for it, you and the prez would go out to meet informants to help you along with these cases. You were there, always the helpful one; finishing work that the President had used to do alone before with ease.

Over time you began to see Fukuzawa’s true nature shine through his stoic facade; he was a kindhearted man who showed a particular gentleness towards stray cats and young children. He cared very deeply for those who worked for and with him, and on top of that he seemed extremely opposed to murder. It surprised you for some reason to find that out, since from what you had been allowed to see he seemed so skilled with a blade. Perhaps you had judged him a bit too quickly based on appearance.

It was inevitable really, falling in love with Fukuzawa. He was wise, gentle, and soft towards everyone who he was close with. You couldn’t help the way your heart sped up when he showed that kindness to others. Perhaps one of these days he’d give that warmth to you? Oh how you hoped he would.

(And unbeknownst to you, Fukuzawa had begun to feel much the same. You were a hard worker who took each and every job he entrusted to you in stride; no matter how difficult the work, you got it done with time to spare and didn’t complain at all. Aside from that, you were respectful and borderline familial towards Fukuzawa’s other employees. He didn’t miss the times where you would chat with Kyoka during lunch breaks, or the sweet treats you’d slip to Ranpo during meetings. You weren’t as sneaky as you thought you were, but that was all part of your charm to him.)

It took over a month for you to realize your feelings for Fukuzawa, and after a rather oddly worded pep talk from Dazai you swore that you would confess. You wanted it to be the right time, but somehow it just never was. Most of your days at Fukuzawa’s side consisted of doing your job and having minimal conversation, the quiet peaceful whilst you worked. Today however, it was nothing short of suffocating. You just wanted to say it, to tell him-

“I think I’ve fallen for you, boss!” You blurted out, slapping a hand over your mouth as your face flushed two shades darker than it usually was. Fukuzawa looked over at you from where he was seated at his desk, his eyes glued to you as you forced yourself to stare down at your feet, bowing apologetically. You felt sick to your stomach. Why had you said that so suddenly? The boss couldn’t possibly view you in that way, no. He’d fire you right then and there once he found the words, you could feel it. You felt the tears beginning to sting at your eyes. If you cried in front of the prez, it was all over—

“Ah, how embarrassing.. I’ve been meaning to tell you the same for quite some time already, but it appears as though you’ve beat me to it.”

The air left your lungs in a soft exhale of surprise, eyes shimmery with emotional tears. Fukuzawa stared into your eyes, his expression completely sincere. You inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled again as your brain racked itself for a proper answer to your apparently requited feelings before finally settling on what you thought was an adequate response for the situation.

“What?”

[dreamkidddream]

I might as well start a TikTok trend Masterlist lmao. But not a request, but I saw this the other day and I was dying imagining how the BSD characters would react lol. Let me know if you guys want another character or fandom (I already know I’m bout to do this with the Obey Me boys 😩) Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW. The challenge suggests nudity but you’re not naked (even if your man thinks you are 💀)

The Towel Prank (Tiktok Trend) with: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

Dazai

So you two were just goofing off getting ready to go to bed. You just “got out of the shower” and was doing stupid stuff with him in the bathroom mirror: making faces, dancing, anything obnoxious that was making you both laugh

He was too distracted by your beauty to really ask why you had your phone out, but thought that you’re just saving this to look back on later as fun memories. He was playing right along with you-

Until you snATCHED YOUR TOWEL OPEN WITH THE PHONE POINTING RIGHT AT YOU-

His face morphed from smiling to in shock so QUICK

Remember how he looked in BSD Wan when Atsushi gave him flowers? That’s what he looked like lmao

“BELLADONNA NO!”

Cue you being bearhugged and almost tackled to the ground, with his back facing your phone

You have never seen him move so fast in your life before

He would have wrapped you in his trench coat if he still had it on

When he expected to feel bare skin, he only felt…material?

And how you’re nearly in tears laughing at him while still being in his arms. He realizes now that you’ve planned this, that he’s been pranked

Now Dazai has never been one to be pranked, let alone tricked like this. He can’t have you one-upping him like this! So if it’s a prank war you want, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. But first-

You’re already getting up and reaching for your phone when he grabbed it before you, oddly quiet. “Oh c’mon Osamu you aren’t really mad at me are you? You gotta admit that it was a little funNY-“

You didn’t realize how severe the consequences of your actions were until you dropped on your shared bed with him towering over you

“You didn’t really think you would tease me like this and get away with it, do you?”

If that devious smirk was anything to go by, you’re gonna be in for a long night

Bonus: he definitely pulls the same prank on you, but instead in front of everyone and blames it on you! :D

You deal with a very angry Kunikida

Kunikida

He was not paying you any attention, instead just writing in his notebook as always, more than likely about work. It was finally time to relax for the both of you, and this is what he wanted to do?

Well that’s about to change

You have something that’ll get his attention no problem

Even when you set your phone up pointing right in his direction, he didn’t stop writing. Yeah that’s about to change real soon

Walking in front of him with nothing but a towel and looking back at him, he just sighed and shook his head, “Listen dear, I told you to give me five more minutes and then I’ll indulge you in whatever you want to do, and you whining isn’t going to change that.” And he still didn’t look up!

Looks like it’s time for drastic measures

“Fine. Looks like I have to give my attention elsewhere then.”

“(Y/N) what are you going on abo-”

It didn’t fully click to him that you’re only in a towel and he had to do a double take when it did. He felt his heart stop when you unraveled it with the camera sitting right there-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

When I tell you that he launched himself at you

He was latching onto you like a spider monkey with the reddest face, trying to cover your whole body with his while

Idk if you guys remember this show called Hole in the Wall where they had to match the pose or fall in the water? He’s posing like that trying to cover you

Well your plan worked- his notebook was forgotten!

Bad news: he didn’t find it funny when it was revealed you had clothes on underneath. Relieved, but not amused, and his anger was steady rising the more you laughed

Which lead to now: him still latching onto you in bed, not having said a word since. His idea of a punishment (which it really wasn’t to you), hold you until you tire yourself out because he is so terrified that you’ll do something even more drastic if he lets you go

And he was already planning on holding you anyway once he was done writing, but of course your impatience got the best of you

“Oh Doppo-”

“Absolutely not. Since you showed that you can’t be without supervision, this is your punishment. I can’t write in my notebook peacefully, so you can’t go around causing mayhem. And you finally got what you wanted: my attention, correct?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Alright then. Now go to sleep, you’ve already given me a headache.”

“But I’m not-"

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

He really didn’t let you go for the whole night, but this was fine. You liked being in each other arms any way

Also he watches you like a hawk every time you’re either on the app or using your camera. He does not trust you and that “abomination” together

Atsushi

Poor guy was just minding his business when you decided to do what you always do: cause chaos

You set up your phone and called your loving boyfriend into the room, claiming that you want to show him something exciting. He came in and was already blushing when he saw you in the towel, and his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw your phone recording

You aren’t about to do what he think you are…right? He’s just jumping to conclusions!…right?

“Um…honey, why are you recording- and why don’t you have clothes on yet?”

“Because of THIS-”

You have never heard him scream so loud before, you’re pretty sure he cracked a mirror and all of your windows. But that wasn’t what got you, no-

He ACTIVATED HIS ABILITY

His arms (now as a weretiger) were trying to cover you while also getting you away from your phone. You’re grateful for his quick reflexes but also scared that he’s gonna faint at any second

He scanned over your clothed body to make sure he didn’t scratch you on accident- wait, clothed?! And why are you laughing?!

“What the hell?! That wasn’t funny you know, I thought you were really…”

As cute as Atsushi’s pout is, you didn’t want him to be upset, so you grabbed your phone and stopped the video. He looked more embarrassed than anything, so you had the perfect way to apologize to him

Crawling in his lap and peppering his face with one kiss after the next, you felt his resolve breaking bit by bit. You knew you were forgiven when he tightened his grip around your waist-

“Let me make it up to you At-su-shi~”

[dazaiscum]

Hewoo! One: I ABSOLUTELY ADORED WHAT YOU WROTE FOR MY REQUEST, OMG

Second: After reading the present for his beloved yandere Dazai, I was thinking of something maybe weird but (cover of You right by Doja Cat and The weekend made by Rain Paris running in brain) what if at some point he meets the reader who's stuck in a relationship that literally drains her out (let's say she's very intense and passionate naturally) and he can see she's eyeing him with those sparkles and that want and said lively sparkles disappear when her boyfriend shows up?

(use it however you please, cheating, jealousy, nsfw, anything you wish tbh. The thrill is real 😅 if you're uncomfortable with it ignore :3)

Legit don't know what to name this....

A/n note: I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT!!!! cause I was kinda scared you didn't. I love this request and I think I'm gonna make the boyfriend abusive. ILY <3 Reader works in ADA in this fic.

Warnings: Mentions off Abuse, Mentions of blood.

Dazai was confused. He didn't understand why your shorter skirts and blouses were changing to turtlenecks and trousers.

He didn't understand why the person who was happy-go-lucky and still kept her smiles in serious situations to calm everyone else was rarely showing any emotions now.

He didn't understand the little speck of red on your blouse he saw the other day while you were getting coffee.

He didn't understand why you came to the agency rarely and only for emergencies.

He didn't understand why you flinched at almost every little sound but then, It hit him harder than a truck. We stan truck-kun

You were being abused, that's the only possible outcome he could get.

He planned to go to Ranpo during the lunch break to confirm his theory since he didn't want to get to conclusion that quick.

Time passed and it was already the lunch break. Dazai made his way over to Ranpo's desk.

There he was with a pocky in his mouth, reclining his chair and a bunch of snacks crowding the space on his desk.

"Ranpo-sa" He started but was cut off by Ranpo.

"I already know why you're here Dazai, I'm the best detective after all....but, i’m afraid to tell you that....you’re right."

At that moment Dazai was conflicted. Why didn't you ask him to help you? Why did you allow them to abuse you? You were clearly capable of defending yourself. Why didn't he notice it before. Thoughts like these surged his mind.

In the end he came to a decision. He would go to your house after work, Find out who was abusing you and take care of the problem.

Time passed, The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky.

Dazai and Kunikida were on there way to your house. Yes, yes he dragged Kunikida along with him. Kunikida was genuinely worried about you.

Soon they arrived infront of your door. Dazai rung the bell and not a Minuit after you opened it.

“Ah! Dazai and Kunikida-san!” You said with a huge smile plastered on your face with those lively sparkles in your eyes.

Dazai would've thought nothing was wrong if he didn't see the bruises on you right arm. 

“Hey, y/n. Kunikida-kun and I were wondering why you couldn't come to the agency today?” He asked with a carefree tone, hiding his worries behind his chestnut pools.

You were just about to answer when a voice cut you off. “Y/n, who’s at the door?”

A man emerged from the shadows where the voice had previously came from and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Those remaining sparks of life you had in your eyes seemed to have disappeared. And that's when Dazai knew, he had found the root of the problem.

“uhm, Dazai, Kunikida-san meet my boyfriend bf/n. bf/n these are my colleagues from the agency.” You introduced them awkwardly, your smile faltering.

Dazai was quick to pick a topic though. “Are you abusing her?”

“What did you just say?”

“I said are you abusing her?”

Eyes widening you were fast to take action. “D-dazai we can talk about th-this later” You say pushing him a little.

However Dazai wouldn't budge. “I said this before I will say it again. Are. You. Abusing. Her?” 

“So what if I am? what are you gonna do about it, huh?” your ‘boyfriend’ says clearly challenging Dazai having know idea that he was a former port mafia executive. mf really about to get his ass beaten

Dazai clenches his jaw, takes you in his embrace. Caressing your hair, he takes your chin in his hands, lifting your head up slowly. 

“How much did he hurt you, Y/n?” 

“D--Dazai please”

“Do you trust me?”  he asks you to which you nod instantly.

“Then please”

Hesitantly you show him all your scars, all the places he had hurt you. There were several cuts, bruises, and burn marks all over your body.

“We have enough proof, don't we Kunikida-san?” Dazai questions moving his head towards Kunikida’s direction still embracing you.

“Yes, yes we have. bf/n as of this moment you are under arrest for domestic violence” Kunikida says while he pushes his glasses up.

“Y-you, You can't do that!” bf/n says panicked and throws a chair towards Kunikida.

Kunikida however blocks it in time. Your ‘boyfriend’ quickly tries to escape using the back door.

Leaving he says, “Just you wait! I will come for you! You can't hide forever Y/n!! These people will die because of you!!”

Your eyes widening with fear, sweat starting to form on your forehead, tears starting to form in your eyes, you clutch his clothes to find some sense of security.

Noticing your frightened state, Dazai was quick to tighten his embrace around you, wiping your tears with his fingers and whispering reassuring things in you ear.

Kunikida then attacks bf/n, stopping him right before he escapes.

Soon later a bunch of Yokohama cops came and arrested your ‘boyfriend’ for domestic violence and sexual and physiological abuse because Dazai had already predicted an outcome of this sort.

He gave you one last glare before the police took him in the pursuit vehicle.

Petting your hear and placing a kiss on your forehead, Dazai spoke up. “See, he’s gone. He won't disturb you anymore.”

“Dazai”

“Hm?”

“Thanks” you said smiling a bit, with the sparkles of life, brighter than ever before now back in your h/c orbs.

“No problem” He says giving you a smile back and petting your hair.

“Promise me if something like that ever happens again you will come ask me for help” Dazai tells you raising his pinky finger towards your direction.

Smiling softly you connect your pinky with his, placing a ghost of a kiss there.

“I promise”

[catintheruemorgue]

annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.  

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

[silverbladexyz]

ahhhh omg congrats on the milestone!! So deserved!!

If you don't mind, I'd like a siblings figure match up please :). My mbti is an istj, I'm quiet and shy but I can have small talk with people who start conversations first because starting conversations scares me. I'm the serious about school friend, so my social life is very minimal.

Anyway, I'd say there aren't really people I don't get along with because I barely talk to anyone lmao, but i do find people who arent hardworkers annoying, like i wont say it or show it outwardly, but they do ge on mu nerves. Pronouns are she/her and I'm short.

As you know, I play the piano and I guess writing fanfiction is a hobby haha.

I'm caught up in the manga but haven't read any of the light novels.

Thanm you so much in advance! Hope the info I've given is sufficient!

QUIIIIIIIIIIIIII MY FELLOW ANIME FAN, TWOSETTER, AND CLASSICAL MUSIC STAN <333 TYSM, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR RESULT! 😁

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

Calculating...

Your sibling figure is... ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA!!!

-Atsushi doesn't really mind your shyness, but if you want him to, he can do the talking for you. I don't think Atsushi is that shy that he wouldn't be able to hold a normal conversation

-He doesn't mind your quietness too! I feel like he would appreciate having someone whom he can sit in comfortable silence with and not worry about having to make conversation

-Atsushi admires your seriousness towards your grades. He'll try to help you with your schoolwork, and if he can't, he'll encourage you and remind you to take breaks <33

-As we all know, Atsushi is very hard-working, so you'll rarely ever see him slacking off. However, he is more than happy to stop what he's doing to spend some quality time with you

-He is interested in the piano. Growing up in the orphanage, he never really had the chance to listen to music, yet learn it. So he naturally was curious about the instrument, and he would gladly accept if you proposed to teach him how to play it (I recommend teaching him how to play Canon in D first... on second thought maybe not ehehe)

-Introduce him to bubble tea and classical music! Atsushi is more than happy to try out new things with you, and he actually has self-control when he buys bubble tea. And as for classical music, he'll listen to all of your recommendations. I headcanon that he would like Chopin or Liszt

-If you're ever insecure about your height, Atsushi will comfort you while listing off how great of a person you were, regardless of how tall you are. He never teases you for your height, and he will scold other people (*cough* Dazai) if they tease you for your shortness

-He'll never judge or tease you for your interests and hobbies, and he will be very supportive of you every step of the way. Just... please don't break any laws or burn down Yokohama /lh

-Also, being his younger sister figure also means that Kyouka is your sister figure too. She loves you in a sisterly way and will not hesitate to cut down anyone that is bad to you

-Atsushi is pretty protective over you. Since his job involves dealing with criminal organisations, he wouldn't want you to be kidnapped, or worse, killed. He might even ask Kunikida to teach you some self-defense

-He will let his guard down around you, and that means being vulnerable with you as well. Please comfort him. It would mean the world to him if you hugged him and assured him that he was the best brother figure you could ever ask for

-Bonus: Atsushi is actually a fast learner on the piano. I bet he can play Flight of the Bumblebee now at 200 notes per second <33 (Jk. Atsushi's not sacrilegious and he never will be)

-Over all, Atsushi is a sweet and caring older brother figure to you. He won't hesitate to sacrifice anything to keep you safe and happy

@i-just-like-goats

[shadyteacup]

Helloooo, can you do headcanons on Dazai having a strong S/O (ability wise) like nearly as strong as Chuuya? Cause isn't he a literal God lol. Thank you :]

Hewo! I had a lot of fun writing this...it almost turned out to be a oneshot :p , but dw, I managed to turn it into hcs :D

Here u go~

Thunderstruck⚡

Dazai x gn!reader

Reader has a strong ability...like, rlly cool 😎 it's my dream ability

      This man is head over heels.

He loves how you scream over a cockroach but can rip people to shreds at the same time.

Since you didn’t mention any specific ability, I have gone ahead and given you a lightning ability.

Arahabaki is the god of calamity, that combined with Chuuya.

Raijin is the God of lightening. Your ability is pretty similar to His powers.

You can control the place, time and method of a lightning strike. You can also produce it on the spot and shoot it from your hands...kinda like Palpatine.

Your eyes turn arctic blue, with your hair flowing around you. You look like a literal Goddess/God.

He was mesmerised when he witnessed it in action for the first time.

You and Dazai were walking through Yokohama, observing the internal beauty of the city via small lanes and random alleyways.

Hand-in-hand, you two were chatting about how Dazai hadn’t tried the Napolitana pasta yet, despite living in a city that was rumoured to have invented the dish.

That’s when Dazai pulled you around a random corner and shielded you from the view of the road you two were originally walking on.

You knew better than to speak at such a moment and decided to observe and try to pick any signs of being followed.

Sure enough, you could hear faint footsteps come to a stop right at the corner, you two still being shielded by the corner. You both waited with bated breath, and after a while, the person went away.

Relieved, you were about to walk out of your hiding place, when a barrel placed itself on your head from behind. Your eyes widened and you froze in place. Dazai noticed the unknown presence and looked behind only to find you being held a hostage.

“Long time, Mr. Executive!”, the man holding you hostage said as he grinned at Dazai.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison, Ito san?”, Dazai said, offering him his own smile.

You could easily read through his façade. The smile was only a mask, covering his panic and fear. You had no experience in fighting, and Dazai was no match for this man. He had fought him earlier, but that was when he had Chuuya by his side. Dazai can come up with a spectacular and manipulative plan, and Chuuya, or his current ada partner, Kunikida, can execute it, considering their brawn. He was the brains, and his partners had always been the brawn. He can fight the occasional criminal, but Ito was a feared enemy of the mafia, who was both mentally and physically strong. He had always assumed that the mafia had caught him, and sent him to jail, thanks to the mafias feared double black, but apparently, he had gotten away, or had found a way to break out of prison.

“prison isn’t a place for a man like me; you of all people know that. So, I left! Decided to say hello to an old friend, now that I’m back.”

He moved his gun from your head, dragging it down to your chin.

“Turns out, my visit might actually kill two birds with one stone.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind his words, Dazai tensed up. He couldn’t let him hurt you. He had to get you out f here. But how is he going to do that? There is no way out of this without either of you getting hurt. He must protect you, but what must he do?

You chuckled.

“Something funny, pretty thing?”

“Actually, yes.”, you say, “Do you know who you’re threatening?”, you smirk, your tone dangerously low and intimidating.

“You’re playing a dangerous game; Ito-san, wasn’t it?”

The man grabbed your chin, turning you to face him.

“I was going to let you go, but I suppose your naivety deserves a bullet to the head!”

You smiled, activating your ability.

A sudden jolt of electricity travelled into his body. Yelping, he let go of you. Using this window of opportunity, you kicked the gun out of his hand and pushed yourself away from him. Dazai quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the man, and out of the alley. His main intention was to get you away from here. Away from danger. He hadn’t understood what had just happened, but he decided that right now, running was the best course of action.

You two turned multiple corners, crossed many junctions, and ended up at an open field. Beyond the field, a few blocks away, was a metro station. You two could head to safety from there. All you had to do was cross this abandoned field and get in the metro.

Multiple men, clad in a uniform of sorts, emerged from the shadows, circling you both.

“Thought you could run away, did you?”, Ito stepped into the circle, a proud smirk on his face.

“You will face the consequences for destroying my gang. We never broke apart, you see. All of us are back. And we will take over the mafia, defeat the ada, and control this city.”

“Good luck with that.”, you say as you let go of Dazai’s hand, ignoring his warnings to stay back. Kinda like that scene with odasaku :')

You spread your arms wide, activating your ability. Bolts of lightning shot out from your fingers, hitting a few of the men, dropping them to the ground.

The men had no time to react as you swiftly raised yourself off the ground, hovering over them, and unleashed your signature move, striking them with a large bolt of lightning from the sky.

The head of the group, Ito, activated his own ability, the ability to control metal. Multiple guns aimed themselves at you and began shooting.

You created a shield around yourself, effectively blocking the hundreds of bullets.

Meanwhile, Dazai sneaked behind the others, incapacitating them.

You continued to fight Ito, blocking his attacks, and sending a couple bolts his way, while simultaneously attacking the others. The field was a mix of bullets, sharp scraps of metal, and bolts of electricity.

At the end, Dazai sneaked up behind Ito, nullifying his ability, and knocking him out.

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

He had heard of an ability that controlled lightning, but this was his first time witnessing it in action.

'Heaven's Fury' was the name of your dangerous ability.

He thought it suited you very well..

You are calm and composed, but when angered, you can unleash madness upon your enemies.

You were always so elegant, and seeing you like this, using your powers and fighting atleast 20 people at once, he couldn't help but admire your majestic beauty.

Your ability gives me 'They tell me I'm a God, I'm lost in the façade, Six feet off the ground' vibes.

Dazai agrees with my opinion.

You look like a deity.

He liked the idea of protecting you, yes, but he found it so hot that you could protect yourself.

Hell, he now knows that you can not only protect yourself, but also take out an entire city on your own.

He would be much at peace now, knowing that he doesn’t quite have to worry so much about any past enemy of his taking revenge. You were stronger than almost all his enemies.

Will praise you, 24/7. He wouldn’t stop talking about it.

He wonders why you didn’t tell him, and you merely shrugged saying that he never asked.

He would brag about you to all his friends(ada members)

He would never tell anyone other than the ada members, though, as he doesn’t want anybody to do some research and find out a way to defeat you.

He prefers it to be an element of surprise and catch the enemies off-guard.

Loves watching the shocked and scared faces of those that decide to wrong you, leading to you using your formidable ability on them.

If you aren’t a part of the ada, he would definitely think that you’d be a great addition to the organization.

He would never ask you join, though. He wants you to be as safe as possible. It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a strong ability, he just wants you out of harm’s way.

Besides, using your ability can take a toll on your health too.

He just wants to see you happy and safe.

If you decide to join the ada, he will try to talk you out of it.

If you’re absolutely sure of your decision, he wouldn’t stop you.

Instead, he will accompany you on all your missions, and will ask Atsushi to come along too.

He is aware that you are extremely strong and don’t need anyone, but he will constantly worry about you, which is why he accompanies you.

Don’t get him wrong, he really loves you and trusts you, but he is just so worried.

So, don’t oppose him when he joins you, please. Poor baby is just really concerned for your health.

Will call up Chuuya and brag about you to him.

“My Belladonna is much stronger than you, chibi-kun ;p”

If you’re taller than Chuuya, Dazai will tease the hell out of poor hat man.

He'll be like,"LOL shorty XD. My s/o is both taller and stronger than you!!"

If you're not taller, it will still be hell for poor wine boy.

"I can't believe that you're weaker than my s/o! They're so much better than you, LOL"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Pathetic chuuya.. You literally have a God inside you, and you're still weaker! LMAO"

I feel bad for chu chu :(

But, oh well, that's just them, ig :)

[lyukablau]

Kunikida helping his s/o who suffer from self harm.

TRIGGERS WARNING: cutting behavior, blood, slight angst and grammar errors.

Type: Scenarios, fluff and comfort.

A/N: Hi it's Lyuka! This is the second scenario I wrote, I hope it doing fine! Please make sure you see the warning first and avoid the triggers for your own safety! You have been warned.

Word count: 1.7k

Every morning you wake up, you keep wondering how come you are still alive, after all the trauma you have? How come he still stays by your side, even though you are broken inside?

Y/N woke up in an empty bed, cold bedroom, and silent house. You feel like the world has reached its end and now you are alone.

You miss him, again. Although you guys meet each other every day and a couple are you, you always feel like he is not by your side anymore.

Not good, you need to see him right now. But first, you have to clean your dried bloody wrist, you can’t let him see that.

You get out of bed, go to the bathroom and do your morning routine. You look at yourself in the mirror, eyes puffy, tired face and exhausted look. Maybe you should take a day off and sleep because last night you couldn’t. You consider that you should stay at home today, or ignore the pain and go to work like usual.

That’s it. You should rest and do your best tomorrow, you are not sure if you can work properly today.

Y/N go back to bed and shut the curtains, put the blanket on your body and close your eyes. Your wrist is still itching, and you don’t have the urge to place the band-aids on them, let say that you can’t, you want to but you can’t. All you must do right now is call the resident, told him that you feel sick and can’t go to the agency today.

When the resident told you to take care and allowed you to have a day off, you sigh in relief and close your eyes immediately, the long sleep is all you need after a rough battle with your mind last night.

“Y/N-chan couldn’t go to work today? Oh no! Then who would I commit double suicide with?”

“All you can think is just that?”

“Of course I’m curious too, maybe she caught a cold and has a high fever right now. Not good, I need to call her!”

“Stop right there you wasting-bandage machine. You have work, don’t you remember?”

“All right. I just want to remind you to check up on her, she’s your woman, right? Kunikida-kun”

“I know that much, so stop talking and do your work now, Dazai”

Dazai smiles and sits at his desk, puts on his headphones and leans his back on the chair.

Kunikida wondered why you didn’t call him, saying that you can’t go to the agency today. Maybe you are exhausted because of the fever and you forgot to do it, he will call you after this paperwork is done.

You woke up again, in the same bed, the same bedroom. It’s already time for lunch but you are too tired to get up and find something to eat, both physically and mentally. You opened your eyes and stared at the curtains, thinking about last night and the images of you cutting your wrist like it wasn’t a big deal. You have already gotten used to it for a long time.

A long time? When did it start? You have been in this state for how long? A month? A year? Or ten years? You don’t remember.

You get your heavy head up, tiredly go to the bathroom and again, you see yourself in the mirror.

“Stop looking at me”

You said toward the mirror, such a nonsense sentence. You keep staring at your own eyes reflected in the mirror, see how disgusting you have been and how much you fucked up. You can’t stand it anymore, you hit your knuckles to the wall next to you, strong and hard enough to make your hand bleed.

Again, it’s coming to you.

The feeling of not doing anything good, the feeling of failure and disappointment about yourself. You run out of the bathroom, rush to your desk in the bedroom and grab the paper knife and start cutting.

But the ringtone from your phone stops you after one deep cut.

It’s him.

You hesitated to pick up, but you feel helpless right now. You need him, for a very long time, you feel the need for someone to help you.

You pick up, the tear begins to fill your eyes and drop on the floor. Your chest feels heavy and hurt so much that you can’t answer his question.

“Y/N, are you okay? Answer me please”

“Doppo…”

“What’s wrong?”

The emotions are so strong that you can’t bear them, this is the first time you have such a feeling like this. Your heart is beating so fast that you can’t breathe properly. Before you could say something to him, the darkness covers your sight, and you can’t hear anything else.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Kunikida was completely in panic and worry, he was sure that you collapsed during the call. Were you that tired? He calls Dazai, tells that man everything just happened and helps him to tell the resident that he has to go to Y/N place right now. Dazai seems to know everything and just says okay. Kunikida grabs his stuff and leaves the agency in a rush.

He ran to your house, remember that you have allowed him to keep a spare key to your front door. Kunikida cursed to himself when he struggled to open the door.

Kunikida dashes in to see the dark and cold room, your house always like this? He takes off his shoes and finds you laying on the bedroom floor, wrist bleeding and unmoved.

“Y/N!”

He holds you in his arm carefully, his eyes seek the instrument which damaged you and he sees the paper-knife. Kunikida’s eyes were wide open because he understood what just happened, that you didn’t have a fever.

Kunikida carries you to your living room, puts you on the couch and goes to the bathroom to grab a towel. His eyes caught the bloodstains on the wall next to the sink and it didn’t take so long for him to recognize where that had come from.

He drenches the towel and comes back to you laying on the couch, still unconscious. Kunikida kneels, grabs your left arm and starts washing the blood around the cut. After that, he goes to the first cabinet on the right side of the kitchen, takes out the first-aid kit, and now he knows why you tell him where the first-aid kit is and why you allowed him to have a spare key.

Kunikida was patching you up carefully and silently, he saw the other cut which had started to heal up slowly, he counted, its ten cuts in total.

So there were ten times you needed him but he wasn’t there.

Kunikida lifted his head when he saw you shifting. You open your eyes tiredly and almost jump out of the couch when you see him kneel next to you.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“What happened…?”

“You collapsed while we were on the call, so I came here to check on you”.

You are confused a bit and try to remember the time before you fainted, then you scare again.

Now Kunikida knows everything, you can’t hide it anymore. He will leave you, he will reject you and he will break up with you, and you will be alone again.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Am I not trustful enough?”

“Of course not! You are the person that the entire agency can trust, and so am I. I was so happy that a gentle and strong man like you is my boyfriend, but… If I tell you, I won’t be your ideal woman anymore”

The last sentence stabs Kunikida unemotionally, he didn’t think you would think that way. Both of you stay silent for a while until Kunikida wraps his arm around your shaking body, his face in the crook of your neck and hugs you tightly. You can tell that he is crying.

“Please don’t do that again. I love you so much to see you doing this to yourself, I can’t lose my ideal woman, I can’t lose you”

“How come? Now I’m completely a mess! Nobody in this damn world can love a person with mental illness, especially the idealist you are. I can’t ruin your life any further, I don’t want to hurt you because of my goddamn problems!”

Kunikida silent. He keeps hugging you and even tightens the hug, but you insist. You keep pushing him away, not because you don’t love him, but you see how disgusting and pathetic you are.

You don’t deserve him.

“Y/N, you are my ideal woman, no matter how you reject yourself, you are still my woman. I’m not gonna leave you, and I will prove to you that a person with mental illness can be loved. Together, we can get through this, if you allowed me to help you”

Kunikida talking slowly and calmly. It is clear that this is not written in his notebook, but he will fix it with you and he won’t leave you, he loves you so much to do it.

Your heart sink even deeper into the way Kunikida comforted you. You hug him back and crying like a child, Kunikida strokes your hair and rubs your back soothingly, kiss your face randomly.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You did a great job, you were so brave and strong. I’m proud of you for living until today, you don’t have to suffer by yourself anymore”

You recognized the reason for living and stop cutting after crying a while. If you have gone, your boyfriend will be hurt and you will break his ideals, and he will be hurt even more.

You need him, and so he is.

“Did you eat something?”

“No, I haven’t eaten anything”

“Can I borrow your kitchen? I’ll make some food for both of us”

“Let me help-”

“Leave it to me, love. It won’t take long, now go wash your face then we can have lunch together”

“Okay”

You hug Kunikida again, his scent calms you down and his strong arms make you feel safe and warm. Just thinking you will eat lunch with your boyfriend, the fear and loneliness vanish away from your mind.

The pain on your wrist no longer bothering you.

[honeypirate]

58

Kunikida Doppo x Fem!Reader 

5495 words. I went hard for this guys.  

I took Ango’s ability for the reader because I like it and so this is now an AU where the reader has the Discourse on Decadence ability and takes memories from objects touched.

I know they don’t all live together but they do in this fic haha at least Kunikida, Dazai, and you are roommates although you’re hardly ever there together. Half of the time Dazai doesn't even sleep there. You’re the only one that really frequents, if you didn't all share rent you would assume you lived there alone save for late night run ins in the kitchen and bathroom. 

Warning: a couple swears.

Being in love with a man who was meticulous for following perfect schedules and plans was fine, you loved the structure and appreciated the consistency, but what really hurt, what really felt like your heart was ripped from your body with Akutagawa’s gift, was the fact that he had 58 conditions which he required for a spouse, and you only had 53 of them. You knew you failed his test, failed the expectations he had for a partner, and that someone as meticulous as him would never change his ways for someone who wasn’t above and beyond perfect when it came to those 58 ideals, but damn, you came so close, and that stung like a bitch. 

You had asked him one day what they were, out of curiosity when it naturally came up from Dazai teasing him about it, he showed you it with pleasure, and you noted mentally the boxes you filled, your heart cracking into more pieces with every box you didnt fill. 5, 5 things about you that are failures. You couldn't help but hate the number. 

You appeared at the door at 8am, right on the dot, the moment you were scheduled to be there and not a minute sooner or later. He really did like that about you, the fact that he never had to doubt you, he trusted that you always were where he scheduled you, you were the only one on the team that followed his orders to the T. “let’s go y/n we have to investigate a murder and your gift will really help” you nod with a smile “ready when you are” 

“Why did you want to join the detective agency?” he asks, he wasn't a huge part of your entrance exam and missed the questioning part Dazai did. You sigh as you think, remembering the day you joined 7 months ago, clasping your hands behind your back as you walk, “at first it was because I wanted to rebel, my parents wanted me to hide my gift and act like their perfect child, I dropped out of college and decided to train my gift, ultimately leading me to you guys. After I learned about how other gifteds are using their powers to help people I realized that I was using my gift poorly. I felt an overwhelming need to protect others, to protect my city, if i have this gift and shirk the responsibility it comes with, then it is just as much my fault if innocents die when I could have been the one to help them” 

He’s quiet for a while before he speaks again “that is admirable” is all he says before you get to your destination. If he was being honest, your answer was inspiring and he knows he would be writing it down in his notes later. 

You do your investigating, using the memories from the objects on the scene to find the culprit easily, finishing the job quicker than he had planned leaving you with approximately 14 minutes to spare in the schedule. As he finishes writing down some notes you appear beside him “we have like 12-13 minutes left in your schedule so i got us some roasted bonito. I didn’t see you eat like you normally do so i figured..” you shrug and hand him the food you bought him. He takes it from your gloved hand silently, his gaze piercing and prudent, but his heart was racing, you were so kind and always looked out for him. He appreciated your care but didn’t know how to react to it. “Efficient because we can eat it on our way back. Finishing early is always nice, I love the free moments where my mind is able to relax and process things.” You say and He watches you take a bite and hum softly as you appreciate the flavor. He makes a mental note to schedule in an extra 2-3 minutes on missions he goes on with you just so he can give you a second to breathe if you need it. 

You get back to the office with a few extra minutes to spare, you head to your desk to fill out paperwork and he watches you go, wondering why his heart seems to beat harder now that you left him. “Oooh does someone have a crush” Dazai says quietly as he teases Kunikida “I don’t know what you’re talking about. She is my coworker and besides,” “she lacks 5 of your spousal requirements yeah yeah. Maybe you're just a little too uptight with those 5, has anyone ever even gotten that close before?” Dazai looks at him with a smirk and Kunikida just walks off mumbling something about paperwork. 

The rest of the day went by as all of the rest seemed to, slow and filled with paperwork and sometimes smaller missions, you didn't mind though, in the office you had a straight line to watch Kunikida, and on missions you were helping people. You didn’t mind slow days, it meant no one was dying. 

You decided to break your routine, deciding to treat yourself to something special since your heart has been hurting for so long. You had a plan of getting something for dinner, doing a little indulgent spending, and then going home to drink a glass of wine and have a facemask and a movie night. You told Naomi of your plan since you two were close like sisters, not in her definition of a sibling though. 

You had dinner at your favorite restaurant, eating in the booth with the window that showed the sunset, then went to your favorite stores, buying a new silk red pajama set with shorts that had white lace around the leg openings. You bought a new red pencil skirt for work and a necklace that would match it. 

When you get home it’s so quiet you assume no one is there, you put your things away and shower before changing into your new pajamas, you had to admit, you looked delectable in them. You got a glass of wine and then took the bottle with you to your room to watch a movie. After about two glasses and half of the movie you felt a little tired so you decided to go to bed, you brought your glass and the wine back to the kitchen, wanting to put the bottle away in its cupboard and wash your cup. Although you only had two glasses you could feel your skin buzzing from the alcohol.  

As you go to put the bottle away you get startled when a voice speaks in the dark “What are you doing up so late?” His deep voice makes you jump and drop the glass and the bottle onto the floor around your bare feet, wine and glass going everywhere. “Hang on” he says and walks over, gently and easily lifting you up to sit on the countertop behind you as he grabbed towels and a broom to clean up the mess “i’m sorry Kunikida, you scared me but I should have been more careful” you whisper, why does the darkness of night always make you feel like you should whisper? “I’m sorry for frightening you, you have nothing to apologize for”  he finishes cleaning up the mess, throwing out the glass and paper towels before turning back to you. “You never answered my question” he says and you smile sweetly “just putting back the wine” you say innocently and a smile threatens to tug on his lips. 

“Oh you got wine on you” he says and before he realizes his actions he’s kneeled down on one knee, holding your foot gently and cleaning away the wine that has sprayed up your leg. “Ouch” you say and pull your foot away “what hurts?” he asks and then turns your foot gently “you have a piece of glass in your foot” he says and then gently pulls it free “wait here I am going to go get the first aid kit” before you can object he’s gone, down the hall to the bathroom.

When he comes back you’re swinging your feet softly and humming along to a song stuck in your head, he pauses for a moment at the doorway, noting how long and beautiful your legs looked in  your new pajamas, you made his mouth dry 

He came back, kneeling down once again to hold your foot, cleaning it with some peroxide before applying some neosporin and a bandaid, his cheeks flushed as he uses all of his willpower not to run his hands up your legs and grip your thighs, pushing your legs apart as he stands between them, kissing your soft- he cuts those thoughts short, you didn't meet the requirements, you weren’t the one. 

When he stood you followed what the alcohol in your veins was telling you, leaning into him you lay your head against the tall man's chest as you hugged him. “Thank you for always protecting me Kunikida” his hands find their way to your back, he can smell your shampoo and the natural scent of your skin, it's intoxicating to him.

 He had two choices, push you as far away as he could and reprimand you even though he is just as at fault, or embrace you and throw his list out the window. Maybe Dazai was right and he was too stuck up with the list, he was sure about one thing, that you were the only one who almost filled the entire list, the other five being self indulgent he could cross them out and then you would be the one. He was so confused, his life was his book, he was his book, his ideals were everything. Good thing ideals can change and evolve with time. 

You pull back and push him away softly before hopping down from the counter, your hands on his shoulders as you look up at him. He smiles down at you, a lovely smile that looked so genuine, filled with unspeakable loneliness in his eyes. You reach up and untie the crimson ribbon around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek/chin and whispering a goodnight before walking off back to your bedroom. If he reprimanded you tomorrow you would blame the drinks and claim to be a lightweight. 

The next morning you wear your new crimson red pencil skirt, a white blouse tucked in, and the ribbon you took from Kunikida, around your neck twice and tied in bow, like the perfect choker that puts the necklace you bought the day before to shame. You slip on your black heels and exit your room, heading down to the kitchen to have a coffee and some breakfast, you’re usually up and out the door before everyone else so that you can take the long way to work, through the park to see the spring blooming. 

“You’re up early” his voice shocks you again, but this time you keep a hold on your coffee cup “I could say the same to you, I’m always up at this time. Coffee?” he nods with a small smile and you turn around to poor him some from the pot you made,  he never knew who made coffee, he knew that it was made when he got up but assumed you just put it on a timer, not that you were already up at this hour since you came into work right on time when you were scheduled. He wonders what you do with your mornings. 

You hand him a cup and he takes it with a smile “thank you y/n”  he says and you nod “no problem” you go back to making your breakfast,  pretending like last night’s incident isn’t fresh on your mind, until your toe kicks a piece of glass that was stuck under the lower cabinet. You crouch down, picking up the piece as Kinikida comes around “you’re not one to miss something Kunikida”  you hold it up with a sly smile “If i didn’t know better, I’d say I really flustered you last night” (if i didn't know about your list is more like it) his heart was racing, you did fluster him, “nonsense” he says, taking the glass and disposing of it, pretending to not notice the necklace you had made from his ribbon around your neck, or the way that you looked practically kneeling in front of him.

 You laugh as you stand, going back about your business, wrapping your breakfast up and throwing your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your travel coffee mug and sending him another, albeit fake this time, smile, “nonsense, I know I know, I don't even make the list.  58. I’ll see you at the office, Kunikida.” You bow slightly before leaving him in the kitchen, just as flustered as you had him last night, if you had pushed just a little more, he would have confessed, confessed that he has practically rewritten his list around you. Part of him wonders where you’re off to, you’re not scheduled for another hour and a half and he knows for a fact the walk takes ten minutes. He sighs, finishing his coffee, if he wanted to know he would just ask you later. 

The day went by smoothly, you did your missions, did your paperwork, and went home. Sadly though, because of a fight during a mission, you lost the ribbon you took from Kunikida and in turn got a ring of budding bruises and burns because of the villain using it to try and strangle you. What was worse was that you weren’t able to even see Kunikida for the rest of the day.

You walked up the steps of the home slowly, making sure you didn’t wake anyone, if they were even here, it’s past 11 now, your last fight took a while and so did the paperwork. If you shower quickly you can give yourself at least 20 minutes of time to relax and process before going to sleep, already hating your morning alarm. 

 You head to your room, take off your clothing and hang them up, placing the hanger by the door so that you can drop it by the dry cleaners in the morning. Once inside the bathroom you start the shower to warm up, looking at yourself in the mirror you gently touch your neck, hissing at the pain and quickly retreating your fingers. Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair, blood dried and caked in a few places making your fingers get stuck on tangles, you grab your comb and take it into the shower with you, combing through gently after it’s been washed and conditioned. 

You sigh again, grabbing the wine bottle, before you even reach for a glass you think better of it, uncorking it and drinking straight from the bottle. The sound of the bottom of the bottle scraping as you placed it down against the marble sounded loud in the quiet, dark room, but compared to the sound of the feet stomping down the stairs it was silent. 

You take another drink then gasp as the light turns on in the kitchen, causing you to yet again drop what you were holding on to the floor, the bottle shattering around your feet and your head hanging, this isn't what you needed, something else to keep you from sleep. Before you can even think of bending down to clean up the mess, you are lifted to the counter again, the same as the previous night, but what made it different was the gentle fingers, turning your face up to look at him. 

“We have to stop meeting like this” you say, trying to diffuse the tension, but by the way his lips turned down into a frown, made you break, you couldn’t get reprimanded right now, not by him, not by the one person you wish would comfort you. You tear your head from his grasp, looking back down at your lap as the tears gather in your eyes and your throat tightens in what feels like agony.  

“Stay here” he says as he disappears, once he’s gone your face scrunches up, failing to hold back tears anymore you cover your face with your hands, muffling your cries and hiding your face even though the hot tears just slid down your palms and off your chin, hitting your thighs silently. 

When he gets back he pauses, seeing you look so vulnerable, at your end, he’s never seen you like this and it absolutely kills him. he knows his damn list, knows what he has said before, but somehow, regardless of his words or actions, his heart has chosen for itself. He crosses the room in seconds, sets the first aid kit down beside you, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. 

your hands find their way around his back, grabbing fistfulls of the shirt he was wearing, your face buried in his chest as your tears soaked through the fabric. He held you tight, his hand smoothing down your hair as your sobs wracked through you. When you were done crying he held you longer, waiting for when you were ready, when you would pull away. 

All he can think about as he holds you was how pissed off he was when Dazai told him you were attacked, how pissed off he was at the villian you fought. But so proud of you for your win, for your fighting skills, he was told you were almost killed, almost strangled to death with your necklace, the necklace that was made from his ribbon. It made him angry because he wasn't there to keep that from happening, he knew you were strong but he felt this pit in his stomach, that he was so close to losing you and you didn't even know that he cared so much for you. The way Dazai looked at him made him angrier, all he could do was change the subject and finish paperwork. He was worried about you. When he heard you in the shower he was grateful you were home, he resisted going to you when he heard you back in your room, told himself to go to sleep when he heard your footsteps go back down the steps. But when he didn’t hear you come back in a few minutes he couldn’t control himself, running down the steps as quick as he could, he couldn't help it, he needed to make sure you were okay. 

When you pulled back from him you felt embarrassed, “Sorry Kuni-” he tilts your head up to look at him “you have nothing to be sorry about” he whispers, brushing your tears away and then leans down to kiss your forehead. You gasp in shock as he acts like this was a normal thing between you two, looking at him with wide, bloodshot eyes as he grabs the first aid kit. He takes out the Neosporin and then puts some on his fingers before gently rubbing some on your neck, you hiss and pull away from the pain “I’m sorry” he says and you shake your head before taking his other hand, holding it as you tilt your face away to expose your neck better in the light. 

He frowns as he sees the extent of damage your neck took. “I’m sorry for taking your ribbon. Karma, i guess” you whisper through gritted teeth as he gently applies the cream to your neck, the broken bottle and spilled wine forgotten about for the time being. “Hush” he says and squeezes your hand, he moves to the other side of your neck and you roll your head to keep the correct side of the wound in the light. His touch feels nice on your neck, his gentle cool fingers against your angry red, wounded neck,  you sigh softly, a sweet sound to his ears. He squeezes your hand again as he finishes his work and you drop it, turning your face to look at him. 

“You can have any ribbon of mine you want” he says calmly as he grabs a hand towel from the counter and crouches down, wiping up the wine carefully. You look down at him with your eyebrows raised “Kunikida?” He looks up at you from your feet “what?” He responds and you chuckle softly, your stuffy nose changing the sound “why are you being so nice to me?” He looks back down to his cleaning so you don’t see his blushing cheeks, his heart beating wildly, “what do you mean? I’m a nice guy” he says and you laugh “you are. But you’re making me feel special, that’s usually not your M.O.  I mean I’m not even that worthy by your standards.” You say and you feel your heart crack at finally saying the truth out loud. 

He sighs, the weight in the room heavy as he finishes cleaning up the wine and glass, just throwing away the glass towel, making a mental note to buy a replacement tomorrow. He walks back over to where you are, still sitting on the counter, looking down at your toes and focusing on the cool tile under your palms and the way the heat in your neck throbs. 

He places his palms against your knees, gently opening them to stand between them, you gasp as he places his fingers under your chin and tilts your face up to look at him. He looks fiercely serious and your eyes flick down to his lips for a second before meeting his eye again, blushing as he smirks at your actions. 

“Y/n” he starts, his voice deep and as serious as he looks, you don’t know if he’s going to reprimand you or not. “Where do you go in the morning before work?” he asks and a chuckle bubbles out your throat “Kunikida, here I thought you were going to kiss me but instead you wanted to ask me about my morning ritual? Come with me in the morning and you can see” he nods, his cheeks pink “okay I will” he says and then picks you up easily into his arms “what are you doing? Oh god please don’t drop me” he chuckles as you cling to him and doesn’t say anything as he carries you upstairs to your bedroom, tucking you in and kissing your forehead, successfully confusing the hell out of you as you watch him leave your room “we’ll talk over breakfast. Get a good rest” he says as he closes your door behind him.  

The next morning you’re up a little earlier than usual, excited to have Kunikida accompany you before work. You dress in a dark green pencil skirt with a cream blouse tucked in and black heels. You layer a couple long gold necklaces, making sure to avoid the still red and bruising marks, and put on some matching earrings, you style your hair up in a neat bun, leaving out a few whispies to frame your face.  You put on a little makeup to accentuate your features before leaving your bedroom and taking along your clothes to drop off at the cleaners. When you get downstairs Kunikida is already there, pouring you a cup of coffee. 

Your stomach flips when you see him, your breath hitching as you watch him pour the coffee into your travel mugs. You feel your face flush as he looks up to you in the doorway “goodmorning Y/n” he says, setting the pot down and walking over to you. He reaches out and gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back to examine your neck. “Let’s put more medicine on this, it will probably take away some of the pain.”

 “Should I sit on the counter again?”  your voice was low and teasing, your hand coming up to rest on his chest. His heart beat is so loud in his ears he hopes you can’t feel it under your palm on his chest. 

Your breath hitches as you gaze up at him, his eyes flicking to your lips as you stand close together in the kitchen. “Yes that might be wise” he says and places his hands on your hips as he leads you around to the island behind him, your butt bumps into the counter and he swiftly lifts you back to the countertop. You chuckle, steadying yourself by holding his shoulders. 

“I’m starting to think you like me up here” you tease, smiling at him, the height of the counter making you almost eye to eye. 

His cheeks dust a light shade of pink as he pushes up his glasses, “i’m just trying to take care of you since it was my ribbon that did this to you” 

He gently grabs your chin again, looking into your eyes for a moment, the tension in the air thick as you smiled sweetly, his tongue wets his bottom lip and your eyes flick down to them, when you look back up at him his eyes are dark and you can tell he wants to kiss you, a soft chuckle escapes your lips and it seems to shake him out of it. He turns your head gently and grabs the neosporin. 

“Thank you Kunikida. I’m sure i will heal quicker because of your care.” you whisper as he begins on the other side. “I surely hope so.” he states. Your hands are on your lap as you play with your fingers, waiting patiently for him to finish.  

“Are you ready to see what I do in the morning?” you ask when he finishes his work, your eyes finding his again. He nods “yes, I am truly excited to go with you.” You place your hands on his shoulders and slip off the counter, pressing yourself against him you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek “thank you. For the care and the coffee” You use your thumb to softly wipe the lip gloss from his cheek before slipping past him, grabbing your coffee and slipping your bag across your shoulder and grabbing last night's clothes. 

You take a sip of your coffee and then smile at him “Ready?” you ask and he nods, your bright smile making his heart race as he picks up his coffee and bag and follows you out of the kitchen.  

You walk the opposite direction from the office and he quirks his eyebrow at you but says nothing as he follows, his stomach in nervous excited knots. He takes a sip of his coffee, hoping the hot bean liquid would help him relax.

 After you drop off your clothes you take him to the bread shop a few blocks away, getting a bagel for breakfast where he opted for a croissant. You showed him your favorite building, a small home that was ancient and still standing surrounded by the tall glass buildings and businesses. You stopped for a moment to talk to the lovely old lady who lived there, she was always tending her flower garden when you passed in the morning and you became good friends with her. 

“Who is this? Your sweetheart?” she asks and you chuckle “This is Kunikida, we work together” you say with a small smile and she looks at you knowingly “Oh honey if i had a coworker who looked at me the way he looked at you,” she doesn't finish the sentence, she just sends you a pointed look causing your cheeks to flush as you chuckle, Kunikida just watches you with a smile, loving how cute you look when you blush.

The next stop was the park, since it is the spring the flowers are in bloom and it all looks pretty, you sit down at your usual bench that overlooks the majority of the area, the sun in the sky warming your shoulders as the shadows of the trees dance across your features, Kunikida sits by you, drinking in your presence as he watches you truly enjoy every moment you are in. 

“You said we would talk today. Is now a good time or maybe later during lunch? That is if we don’t get last minute missions” you finish your coffee and place your cup in your bag. He sighs, looking out across the park and he pushes up his glasses “You have perplexed me.” he says you laugh, a little confused. You turn to him and watch him, waiting for him to continue. 

“I am my ideal. Ideals that mean everything. I have my protocol and I stick to it no matter what. Everything is planned, work is structured. It is how I thrive. I have these ideals and requirements. But then you joined the group and slowly you have captured my heart.” he turns his head to look into your eyes now, they are full of raw emotion that leaves you speechless. 

“Kuni-” he takes your hand and it silences you “My list” he says and reaches up to wrap your whispies around his finger “all it has on it now is you”

Your heart stops and your breath catches as he confesses his feelings, this man who is all ideals and protocol, who you have been in love with since you started working with, who you never thought you would have a chance with, is holding your hand and telling you that his only requirement for a partner, is that it is you. 

“What about your list of 58? This is very unlike you Kunikida” you whisper, your heart going positively wild at his confession, you never thought he would be the one to change part of his ideal. It was completely out of character. “You are hundreds, thousands of things that make my life sweeter. Who needs 58 when you give me all” your breath catches and he leans down, pressing his forehead into yours. 

“Please tell me you feel this too” you chuckle, your hand coming to rest on his cheek “I feel this too. Kunikida I-” he captures your lips with his, a kiss that has been built up with tension over the past few days, you sigh and reach up, your hand ghosting over his cheek and neck before landing on his pony, wrapping the strands around your fingers. His free hand is cupping your cheek gently, his fingers brushing against your skin as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you sigh as you touch your tongue to his, the feeling of electricity coursing through your veins. 

Your phone beeps and you groan, pulling back from him as you look down at it, reading the message that has come through, his hand was still playing with your hair.“What is it?” you sigh and look up at him, forgetting about how close your faces were until your noses brushed “Dazai says to come in as soon as possible so we should go now-” he pecks your lips softly and stands, pulling you up with him

“Always more work to do” he says and you smile, he was right as per usual. He holds out his hand and you take it with a smile, lacing your fingers together as you continue your walk. “Are we going to tell the others?” You ask, really unsure yourself about what was best “yes. There will be paperwork to do but I’ve had it on my desk for a while now” you chuckle “you have?!” He nods “ Dazai gave them to me. He knew how I felt before I did” you laugh “Dazai always knows. He caught me looking at you once and I had to promise him if you didn’t feel the same that I had to help him with his suicide mission, just so he wouldn’t tell you my feelings first”  you both make mental notes to talk to Dazai. You stop outside the doors and pull him down into another soft kiss, when you pull back you smile up at him and he chuckles “be safe today” he says as he looks over your neck again and you nod “yes sir” you say and chuckle at the emotion that flashes in his eyes you lean forward “i wish we had to time to explore that. Too bad we have to work” you kiss his neck and then pull back, opening the door and walking into the building chuckling. Daizai watching with a knowing smirk from the window above.

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Honey I missed you and I’m back with requests.Can I request chuuya,dazai and mori (I love them) when they found out that their girl gets hit on by her own teacher who is ooolder than her,but she did it tell them because she was scared 🥺❣️

They are wonderful characters and I love writing about them!

THANK YOU LOVELY!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Chuuya

He looked over the grades that your professor had sent to you through your email. You were a straight A student, yet the professor still asked to meet up with you about your grades. It gave him a bad feeling, but you had never said anything about it, so he just assumed that the feeling came from his protectiveness of you. He brushed it off, taking the time to congratulate you on your perfect grades instead of asking about the meeting that your professor asked for.

“You’re so smart, baby. How do you want to celebrate?” He asked, and you shrugged. He didn’t quite understand why you weren’t as happy about the grades as he was. Maybe it was because you were just tired from the countless evenings spent studying to achieve those grades. You definitely deserved a break, a relaxing evening with him and a couple glasses of wine.

“I really don’t want to go to that meeting with the professor.” You said offhandedly after a sip of wine.

“I don’t think you need one. Your grades are spectacular.” Chuuya said, and you nodded in agreement. “Maybe he wants to just talk to you about how great you’re doing though.” He added and you shook your head.

It wasn’t to talk to you about how great you were doing. It wasn’t that at all. Your professor wanted you alone, and you didn’t want to think about how that would go down. He was always close to you during your lessons, brushing against your shoulder as if it was an accident, staring at you way too long during class, whenever you handed him papers he would brush his fingers across your hand, winking at you as he did so. He’d lean over your desk as if he was checking your work, whispering to you about staying after class a little later to see him. It made you uncomfortable, but if Chuuya found out about your creepy professors advances on you he’d most likely kill him, and you didn’t need that.

“Would you mind coming with me... if you can?” You asked, staring down at your hands as you twirled your fingers nervously. You didn’t want to go to a meeting alone, not with this teacher, you couldn’t. The thought of being alone with him in the same room made you physically sick.

“Of course I’ll go with you. I want to hear all the great things your professor has to say about you.” Chuuya said excitedly. You silently prayed that your teacher wouldn’t try anything with your boyfriend there.

The meeting was planned for a Saturday, and your professor was way too excited about meeting with you. He didn’t know yet that Chuuya would be coming with you, and you weren’t quite ready for his reaction when he saw you walk into his office with your hand in Chuuya’s.

“Oh, hello Ms. Y/L/N!” Your teacher noticed you first, but when he saw Chuuya his all too eager face fell. “And who would this be?” His voice was sour as his eyes scanned over Chuuya, his eyes landing on your clasped hands a little too long.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Chuuya said flatly, noticing your professors strange demeanor.

“This was supposed to be a private meeting about your grades.” Your professor looked to you and your eyes dropped to the floor. “Your boyfriend can wait outside.”

“I can wait in the office.” Chuuya said. Your heart rate was accelerating as the tension in the room grew thicker.

“Y/N, please inform your boyfriend to wait outside.” He shot a smile toward you, but it was menacing and it made your stomach flip. You squeezed Chuuya’s hand and looked up at him through your eyelashes. The exchange of looks was quick enough that your teacher didn’t pick up on it, he was still giving you that sinister smile as he waited for you to show Chuuya out.

“One second.” You said, moving toward the door with Chuuya in tow. The smug smile that your professor was wearing had Chuuya seething.

“What the hell is his problem?” Chuuya asked under his breath once the two of you were out of the office. You were pacing, your hands running through your hair as you tried to find a way to explain to him what was wrong without him flipping out.

You took a deep breath before standing in front of him once more. “He’s weird, he keeps like... flirting with me, and I don’t know if he’d try anything if I was alone with him and that’s why I asked you to come. I don’t want to be alone in there with him.” You explained and you saw him tense up, biting his cheek as he tried to stay as calm as he could.

“Has he touched you?” His voice was low, but you could hear the harshness behind it.

“Not in that way, but he always tries to make me stay after class and he winks at me when he says it... it makes me uncomfortable.” You mumbled and the sound of a growl was building in the back of his throat. He nodded, breathing through his nose as he let your words sink in.

“Alright. I’ll handle this.” He said, smiling to you before pressing his lips against yours. You were frozen in place as your mind ran through the scenarios of how this could go down.

He turned toward the door and walked back into the office and you followed behind him robotically. “Y/N, I thought he was staying outside.” Your professor chuckled, but you could tell he was irritated.

“I’m not going anywhere. Actually, I want an explanation. Tell me teach, why are you hitting on my girlfriend?” Chuuya took a seat in the chair across from the desk, crossing his legs as he stared at the professor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He muttered as he shot a look at you.

“I think you do. Now, tell me.” Chuuya didn’t have the time or the patience for games. His fingers tapped the arm rests of the chair rapidly as he tried to control his anger. Your professor looked back to you angrily. “Hey pal, I’m right here. Don’t look at her.” Chuuya growled and the professor looked back down at him quickly.

“Obviously there’s some sort of misunderstanding here. Y/N, tell him.” Your professor said and you gulped loudly. Chuuya pulled you down onto his lap, wrapping his arms protectively around you. Sure, it wasn’t something that should be done around your professor, but you couldn’t deny the comfort you found in his embrace.

“She’s told me enough. So, I have two options for you, either you resign and get as far away from Y/N as possible, or me and my people will come back here and cut off those lingering hands of yours. It’s your choice, I’ll give you some time to think on it.” Chuuya said menacingly, and the smile that he shot the professor was just as sinister as his words.

He stood quickly, walking out of the office with you ahead of him, leaving the professor staring after the two of you, his mouth agape. “I don’t think you’ll be dealing with him anymore, baby.” Chuuya said as the two of you walked down the hallway hand in hand.

Dazai

Your teachers flirting was harmless, just tiny compliments that would make you blush, but you’d brush them off, awkwardly laughing as you walked a little quicker to get out of the classroom. He was like that with most of the female students, and none of them seemed to have a problem with it, so you didn’t want to be the one to say anything. Your campus was free of scandals, and you weren’t going to change that.

“Darn. It’s raining and I forgot my umbrella.” You groaned as you stared out the large window of the classroom. You usually took the bus, it dropped you off a block away from the office of the ADA and you’d walk the rest of the way to meet with Dazai. You didn’t want to wait out in the rain, mainly because you knew Kunikida would have a fit if you tracked mud into the office.

“I could give you a ride home.” The sound of your professors voice so close behind you made you jump. You turned around quickly, clutching your bag against your chest and he took a step back, chuckling at your reaction. “You’ll catch a cold if you stand out there too long. Let me drive you home.” He said again, this time it wasn’t an offer, he was demanding it. He wasn’t unattractive, but he was much older than you, his eyes were piercing as he stared down at you. You couldn’t find your voice, so you slowly nodded. He smiled wide and you automatically followed him out to the parking lot to his car. Every part of you was telling you to stop, just wait in the rain, it wouldn’t be that bad, but you couldn’t get yourself to turn around. Your body felt like it was under a spell as you climbed into the fancy sports car.

“Where to?” He asked, and you gave him the address to the ADA. He nodded and drove slowly, and you wished that he would drive a little faster. You felt uncomfortable, and you wanted nothing more than to be with Dazai. His eyes seemed to linger on the bare skin that showed from beneath your skirt and you shuffled nervously in the leather seat. “You’re quite fidgety over there.” He commented and you just continued your silence, watching the raindrops race down the window.

Once he pulled up outside the tall building it seemed to have a golden aura around it, it screamed safety as you knew Dazai would be there waiting. “Thank you for the ride.” You mumbled, unbuckling the seatbelt and grabbing the handle to push open the door. The door locked and you turned to look at your teacher who was smiling wickedly at you, leaning a little too close for comfort. “What are you doing?” You asked, backing as far against the door as you could.

“You look so... ravishing.” He licked his lips as he leaned closer and you fumbled with the handle again, hoping that the door would unlock. He chuckled as the look of fear washed over your face, his hands moved down to your thigh and his fingers lingered delicately on the bare skin.

“Stop it.” You whimpered, but you were unable to move further away. You felt like you were going to throw up as his fingers moved further up your thigh. He pulled at the hem of your skirt and as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t even scream. “Please...”

“It’s cute when you beg.” That had to be the voice of the devil, he seemed to find amusement in your fear. Your eyes were welling with tears and it seemed to be getting him off.

You pulled the handle of the door harder this time, the door unlocked and you fell out onto the sidewalk into the pouring rain. You couldn’t will your legs to move, so you sat awkwardly on the wet pavement staring up into the car at your teacher.

“Y/N?!” The voice seemed like a chorus of angels in this moment. “I was getting worried, I was coming to look for you. What are you...” His question ended midway as he saw the tears that were streaming down your cheeks, the expression of horror on your face.

Dazai leaned over to look into the car at your teacher who now had a sheepish smile on his face. “Clumsy one, couldn’t seem to get the door open. She pushed to hard and fell out, right?” He said, and Dazai looked down at you. You communicated with your eyes, he knew your teacher was lying. You weren’t that clumsy, and you would have been laughing if it was something as silly as that.

“Hmm...” Dazai murmured. “Y/N, love, go get something to drink at the cafe, warm up please.” He held out his hand to help you up, kissing your forehead before giving a soft push toward the building.

Once you were inside, the rage that Dazai had let boil inside him was released. He wasn’t going to hurt him though, not yet at least. He climbed into the small car and sighed. “You see, Y/N is gorgeous, so I understand why you’d be attracted to her.”

“It’s not like that, you have the wrong idea.” Your teacher said, taking Dazai for a fool obviously, and that didn’t go over well with him.

“But she’s mine. She’s the love of my life. I don’t like seeing her like that, of course I wouldn’t, no one likes seeing their love trembling with fear, especially when it’s due to someone that should be trusted.” The entire time he had been staring out into the rain as he talked, but when Dazai turned to look at the teacher his eyes were dark. All signs of light seemed to have vanished. His eyes were as black as coal now, like staring into a deep dark abyss. “I have to do something about it.” He smirked, and your teacher was the one trembling with fear now, it was something that Dazai enjoyed too much.

“I-I’m a respected teacher around here. You don’t know the kind of uproar it would cause if something were to happen to me.” Your teacher yelled, his hands trembling as he reached for his phone in his pocket.

“Oh?” Dazai raised an eyebrow, laughing too lightly considering the situation. “I guess I’ll find out soon, won’t I?” His voice was flat now, and your teacher snapped his mouth shut. “I’ll be seeing you real soon.” His voice was low, and he climbed out of the car. He gave a half ass wave to the teacher before slamming the door shut and watching him speed off.

“Is everything alright?” You asked as Dazai walked into the cafe, his trench coat was drenched with the rain, but his smile was wide as he slid into the seat of the booth.

“Everything is great, love. You have nothing to worry about anymore.” He said softly, brushing his long fingers across your cheek. If the teacher was even still in the area by tonight, he would be out of commission for the rest of the school year. Dazai would be sure that the creep wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you anymore. You knew exactly what he had done, and although you would usually scold him for scaring people the way he does, you were grateful for it this time. Due to Dazai’s menacingly charming ways of handling situations you wouldn’t have to be scared or worried about your teachers advances, and neither would the other girls in your class.

Mori

A note.... your professor had slipped a note in between the pages of one of your medical textbooks, and the corner of the small piece of paper was peaking out between the pages. He eyed you throughout class, sending you quick smiles and nods that you couldn’t quite understand. It was probably just about your grades, although he could have just waited until after class to talk to you about them. His eyes were always on you though, every time you had his class he would stare at you, you could feel his gaze on you the entire glass. You didn’t have the courage to ask him about it, but it sure did make you nervous. You had thought many times of telling Mori about it, but you also knew how Mori handled things, or more so, how Mori had the Port Mafia handle things.

“Everyone, please study your notes after class today.” Your teacher said, his eyes burned holes into you and you swallowed back the bile that was rising in your throat, quickly stuffing your books into your bag so you could get out of the room before your teacher had the chance to get to you. There was something about him, something about the way he stared at you, it made you uneasy. It wasn’t normal for a teacher to look at a student the way he did.

You ran out of the classroom, mixing in with the other students as you made your way down the hallway and out the front doors. Mori couldn’t get guards into the school for you, but he surely had them scattered around campus, so you knew you were safe when you got outside. Tachihara met up with you as you started walking, he looked the part of a typical campus student, so not many people questioned who he was. It would have been completely different if it were to be Akutagawa or Gin or even Chuuya who dressed way to fancy to play off as a struggling college attendee.

“I really hate the people here. I can’t believe boss has me on security post. Don’t know why he can’t just do it himself.” Tachihara grumbled on about how boring it was to slink around your campus to make sure there wasn’t a threat. There was never any action and he could have been spending his time practicing new fighting moves or messing with Kaji, anything would have been more exciting than watching after you for six hours a day.

“I’m sorry he put you on babysitting duty. I do appreciate it though.” You said. Even if it didn’t cheer him up, he quickly shut up when you answered. He knew it wasn’t your fault exactly, and if he should be complaining to anyone, it should be Mori.

Once you were back at the headquarter you slipped into Mori’s office, dropping your bag onto the floor and slumping into his armchair. “Stressful day?” Mori questioner, not looking up from the picture Elise was working on in front of him.

“Not stressful, just tiring.” You answered, your eyes fixated on the skyline of the city. Mori’s hands came down on your shoulders, a soft kiss was placed on the top of your head.

“Would you like to take a nap? Elise and I can go elsewhere so you can rest.” Mori’s offer was strange, you weren’t used to him suggesting such things. You were taken aback for a split second, finally giving him a nod. “Sweet dreams, darling.” He murmured, his lips pressed against your temple. He was being strangely sweet this evening, and you couldn’t understand why, but you weren’t going to complain about it. You moved to the couch and as soon as you laid down you were out like a light.

Mori bent down to pick up the note that had fallen out of you bag when you dropped it on the floor. He held it in his hand tightly, although it would probably be more school notes, he couldn’t help but notice that the paper wasn’t loose leaf, so it was less likely for it to be notes. He knew you liked them to be neat, that’s why you wrote all of your work on lined paper. “Come on Elise, dear. Let’s let Y/N rest for a while.” He whispered, not wanting to wake you before he got to read the contents of the note.

He sat at the end of the long table where meetings were usually held, unfolding the paper in front of him. The words were written in eloquent cursive, filling the entirety of the page. His fingers tapped angrily against the wood as he read over certain sentences that really go under his skin. He wasn’t jealous, not at all, he knew that you would never entertain other men, especially men who wrote such things, but he was irritated that a man would even attempt to talk to you the way this man was. He read the signature at the bottom of the paper and felt like he could flip the table if Elise wasn’t sitting on it. HIs fists balled up around the paper, crumbling it up into a ball before tossing it across the room. He would talk to you about it after he handled the situation.

“Akutagawa.” Mori explained everything to him, and although he looked disgusted to be handling something so unimportant, he didn’t deny the job. He left swiftly, and Mori knew the job would get done before you even woke up to find him.

Your teacher was involved in a horrible accident. He had leapt from the window of his apartment to his death. It shocked you, he didn’t seem like the type to do something like that, everyone in your class was shook up about the situation.

You went to Mori to talk about it, and he held you close, rubbing your back as he told you about the demons that some people hide, demons that they aren’t able to deal with, and they feel that death is the only answer.

“He wasn’t the best man, darling. Some things are just meant to happen.” He said, and you looked up into his eyes. He smiled down to you, cocking his head to the side. “What is it?” He asked softly.

“N-nothing.” You muttered, leaning your head against his chest again. You knew just by his words that he had done something... he had caused this. But Mori didn’t just off anyone, there had to be a reason, it was to keep you safe. It didn’t make it okay, but for some reason it made you feel a little bit better.

He never brought up the note, it died along with your teacher. As long as you were his, and the threat was eradicated there was no reason to bring up the past. He went on as if it never even happened, and you found that soon you were able to do the same, as long as you kept reminding yourself that Mori had done it for you because he loved you.

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

Hiya! I noticed your f/o take over asks and would like to send some! 🌅,🎢, 💬 With Atsushi! Hope your tiger can answer! :3

The tall, silver haired gifted blinks in curiosity at the ask, smiling with interest, “Well, this is new.” He chuckled as he gives a wave, “I’m guessing by your question, I’m meant to respond instead of Dany.” Atsushi mused as he glanced over to the petite brunette in question, who was busy fussing over her work and unaware of the question sent over.

Atsushi chuckled warmly at this and shakes his head, “Well, I’m sure she won’t mind if I take over for a bit; we are both kind of responsible for this blog.” (Includes Jason too 💖).

“Well let’s jump in shall we! Oh! And before anything, we are in our mid-20’s here! So this is going down memory lane!” 🐯✨

🌅How did you two meet?

Oh wow, this feels like so long ago, almost 6 years to be exact! And it’s actually kind of funny now that I think about it! I’m sure Dany agrees.

The way we meet was actually…kind of similar to my situation, yet it has its key differences. For one, Danielle was more on the run and in hiding, she’d use her shadow ability a lot to steal items from small stores to get her food. She knew how to stay off the radar well enough that we had no idea what we were dealing with when the agency was contacted...

Many dubbed her as a ghost due to her shadow gift, which didn’t help Kunikida’s psyche or patience 😅 but Ranpo soon gave us more details after a good laugh. Explaining that this person was a gifted and had a knack for using her ability at night.

So we took the opportunity to find her; my tiger’s hyper senses helped in tracking her, especially when she took notice of how I was able to pick her out. Taking the lead from Kunikida and Dazai and chasing her to one of the warehouses by the Port.

While my ability at the time was well in picking her out, she still had an advantage using the darkness around the warehouse to traverse through the space without making so much as a sound. Suddenly a white light of something flies by and I’m almost struck with what looked like an arrow, yet it disappeared before I realized. It’s like it came from every direction and there was no sure idea on where she was.

Hmm… even when I tried to talk to her, she refused to appear. Only when I made the effort to fight back did she make some appearance, but just slightly with how quickly she left her ability and returned to it. But I got an upper hand on her once I got an idea of her repetitive jabs. Enough for her to reveal herself to me, but not really her.

Rather she appeared as her wolf, I was almost struck by her appearance, maybe out of surprise and awe than fear. My tiger can attest to the feeling, but we were quick to realize the situation were in and wasn’t the time to really admire a large wolf gifted that wasn’t keen on being captured.

And I will say, at the time I hadn’t transformed into a full grown tiger again, not since the Guild chaos. I had better control over my ability, especially due to the President’s influence, but willing that part of my ability again? I couldn’t in that moment with worry I might lose control. I could feel he wanted to leave and break free to protect me when Danielle’s ability overwhelmed me enough to pin me to the ground.

But I could just tell, if you could believe it, that she didn’t want to hurt me, more than anything, intimidate me into submission and scare me off. Overall, Dany didn’t want to fight, she didn’t want to hurt anyone, and I could see she wasn’t just a confused and uncontrolled animal gifted like I was. She was well-aware and just trying to get by from wherever she was running from.

It was then Kunikida and Dazai had caught up, gun fire seeming to break Danielle’s wolf ability attention from me and towards them. Fear clear as day, before Dazai nullified her ability.

By then, we were surprised by her appearance; clearly not expecting her to be small in stature and features not from around Japan. Needless to say, she didn’t automatically wake up like I had when I was found out about my ability. The nullification from Dazai’s ability taking a toll on her on her psyche and connection to her ability from what she later told me. So we took her back to the Agency...

Sorry, about the detail, but that was just our first unofficial meeting, first fight, I suppose you can say 🤔😅 but our first conversation was actually a few days after. Sadly, Kunikida insisted I be kept out of interrogating her, especially after we all found out Lucy knew her from her previous affiliation with the Guild. Letting her be the one up and front of getting Dany to talk when she woke up.

Which I suppose I understand…I would have liked to ease her into speaking too…I did just fine with Kyouka-chan…until she asked for food with my money… >.> plus my Tiger may have been an influence to want to meet this new animal gifted…

Anyway, we’re finally here, meeting time! Seems like I was the first to unofficially meet her and the last one to properly introduce myself to her 😅 by then, Danielle was given a proper uniform by the agency and more composed than her disheveled figure prior.

Hmm… maybe it’s our current relationship standing that making me think so fondly of her in that moment. Or maybe it’s how I've always seen her in all honesty. I admit I was taken aback by her, compared to how she fought me nights before, her eyes appeared more brighter, a unique violet due to her ability’s influence, yet held…a lot of story in them. She was cute, I admitted to myself at the time, her voice soft and held an accent under the Japanese she spoke.

I’m pretty sure we were both surprised by each other to an extent, likely from our first ever meeting and the underlying curiosity of our abilities… Up until Dany just voiced out her thoughts that I was the one she fought against nights ago… To which I began to apologize because of how we encountered and fought each other 😅

She apologized in return too, hesitant and almost embarrassed from attacking me…of course I didn’t fault her for the action, she was just trying to protect herself. And with the years of knowing her, I understand why she did what she did…

Nonetheless! I’m grateful to have been there to unofficially meet her the first time… I don’t think Dany would be where she would be if we didn’t catch up her, well me, because Dazai-San and Kunikida-kun definitely took their time 😅👀 (don’t let them know I said that!).

🎢What was the first date like?

Oh! 😳 our first date together? 🥰

Wow, I remember being so nervous to even ask out of just…fear of rejection. Of course silly thing to think about now, all things considered. And how I asked her was kind spontaneous and blunt after… a serious mission that Dany got hurt in. Feelings coming up to the surface thinking I was going to lose her without saying how I felt.

She said yes of course, once she was completely healed with Yosano’s ability. Dazai may have had a bit of high encouragement from me on what we could have done through the day and what Dany would have liked going into it. Which honestly would have been a bit to overwhelming for her in all the suggestions Dazai gave. Course what would have I expected from him 😅

Nonetheless, Dany and I went on an exploration through areas of Yokohama she wanted to visit, such as a national park that had a vibrant garden and array of ponds to have a meal in. It was during a nice spring season so not to hot or overbearing. She definitely loved every minute, especially a bit of cloud gazing. We talked about several stories we hadn’t talked about before and a few deep ones too, such as what she use to do with her family as a child and how this kind of surrounding reminded her about her old home.

We even took a walk through a small shopping strip, where I may have jumped into an uncharacteristic-of-me moment to want to buy her anything she found an interest in. To which Dany fussed over me to not spoil her with silly trinkets; “What could I possibly want more when I have the best thing in the world right beside me?” 😳🥰💖

I at least bought her a stuffed animal plush; she loves the soft, soft textured ones; loves running her hands through them or carrying them about our home; she really loves them. May even clip a favorite one to her belt; she definitely still has it somewhere on a shelf in our room. 😊

The rest of day went well into the night, where she took the lead in taking me a bit into the outer ring of Yokohama, where it’s more residential and less bright lights of the city. She surprised me with some stargazing, but also getting a really beautiful view of the city from a viewing platform near a hiking route. I had lived in Yokohama for about 3 years at that point and I was still in awe of the view from afar. Considering this was the first time I was viewing it from this new location, I was in taken almost with emotion.. Hmm, maybe recalling an old comment Dazai-san made about Yokohama being my city to protect...

But I was also in awe by Dany too, who rambled a bit on how she found this place later when she expanded her night runs. There was a soft glow on her that night that I remember and it left me kind of..in a daze ☺️ Normally quiet and not much of a talker, but I really enjoyed being the special one enough to hear more of her speak…I could listen to her for hours much like she tends to do for others a lot.

I recall her being surprised by my staring and may have gotten flustered and nervous for rambling the way she did. How silly of her to assume I wouldn’t mind listening to her talk for hours if she wanted to UwU I kind of took on a leap of confidence then to calm her down, taking a hold of her cheek to let her know what I thought...

Needless to say, she was definitely blushing hard in the twilight night. I, even more so when she caught me off guard to kiss me first… (I wanted to be the one to do so…but I suppose she could have a claim for that >.> but I can say I’ve claimed many more after that 💖🥰).

💬You have any pet names for S/I?

Oh plenty!~ Other than everyone commonly referring her to Dany-san or Danielle, mostly by Kunikida, I tend to call her Dany (affectionately); which now that I think of it, I am the only one that does.

Dazai did once and she kind of bristled at him with a glare, granted he was being his usual..flirtatious self with her 🙄 (I swear he does to tease both of us..)

But personal pet names I often refer to her as “Darling” or “My Darling” especially when she’s very anxious and visibly worried. She does appreciate it during those times the most. I’ve also called her “Love” a few times, but mostly out of teasing impersonation of her accent when she does it, it always makes her laugh, snort laugh too (which is adorable), when I try 🥰.

I also have learned a bit of Spanish through our short year of friendship before we became an official couple, where I’ve gradually learned more 💕. While I may not be up to par with her, I can still hold a bit of a conversation in the language; and in learning, I gave her a pet name of “My Star”, so “Mi Estrella ✨” (I do say it kind of how it sounds from the wording 😅 and not like how she says it, but she loves it nonetheless 🥺 this pet name makes her smile and visibly more affectionate 💕💖). It may also be my tiger ability coming out and saying that nickname to refer to her ability ^^;

I do call her “Mika” sometimes, but only in private and when comforting her… She wasn’t so keen to me calling her that in the beginning due to… Well, it took a lot of time for her to get use to it, even when I told her that if she didn’t want me to, I wouldn’t call her that. But she slowly insisted, eventually becoming more of the endearing name she wanted it to sound like with me, and told me it was okay to call her that. It’s not the most common pet name for her, but she appreciates and often asks me to call her that when she is feeling down and in need of reassurance.

I also call her “Kitten” occasionally, in whatever blissful and relaxing time we have together, private or in public. It definitely confused a few of the others on while I settled on calling her that when she technically is a wolf… but it just stuck and Dany doesn’t seem to mind it all! (The silver haired young man looks thoughtful with a smile, recalling how flustered and how she purrs quietly when he says that to her) If anything I think her wolf likes it too, probably another instance of my tiger talking out of me. 😅✨

Be on the look out for a post she made about that “Kitten” nickname! ✨ it’s been on her drafts for a long while now cause she wanted to include a drawing, which she has but knowing her she wants things to be perfect… Honestly everything she does is just... amazing 💕 She needs to realize that more, I’ll make sure she does UwU 🥰😊!

Thank you for the ask anon! This is the first time I've ever done this and I definitely don't mind accepting any more in the future!

Dany can be very busy sometimes with work and tends to get mentally exhausted very quickly. She also tries so hard to be attentive to things that she forgets to care for herself ;;w;; Anything to lighten the load for My Darling 💖🐯 I know another ask came around! So I'll be sure to answer that as soon as I can! — Atsushi 🐯 🌙

[straycat-writes]

the one real thing (dazai osamu)

summary: What a tragedy it is that you both love each other a little too much for your own good.

warning(s): swearing, infidelity(??), a shit load of angst

The creaking sound from your door opening and closing awoke you from your light slumber. Instead of moving, however, you just lied on your bed, lips pressed into a thin line. You wanted to get up and go to him, you should have, but the storm of conflicting emotions in your head didn’t allow you to.

In the 2 AM darkness of your bedroom, you heard him clumsily fumbling with his clothes and cursing slightly under his breath. A few minutes later, Dazai dropped into bed beside you, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to himself, your back to his front. You frowned in the pin-drop silence.

After a while, you finally managed to say something, “I made dinner for you.”

“Yeah?” he murmured softly, “Well, maybe tomorrow, belladonna. I’m so tired.”

You screwed your eyes shut tightly, “F-fine.”

He was asleep within minutes. Prying his arm off your waist as gently as you could, you got up and stealthily left the room, wanting to be literally anywhere except beside your lover. Your feet unconsciously led you to the spacious bathroom of the apartment you shared with Dazai. Only when you went in and locked the door did you find yourself being able to breathe properly.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you finally looked up at the mirror. With disheveled hair and dark circles adorning your eyes, you looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. Maybe you hadn’t. At this point, you couldn’t really remember.

This wasn’t the first time Dazai had come home at ungodly hours of the night. Far from it, actually. At first, you thought he was just busy, that maybe his workload was heavier than usual. But you couldn’t fool yourself with that lie for too long, everybody knows Dazai doesn’t do regular work, let alone overtime. You wanted him to have his space, so you didn’t say anything. Besides, he only does it once in a while, so what’s the harm, right?

But then he started disappearing for long hours every other night, and coming back home tipsy and disheveled, and worst of all, with someone else’s perfume on his clothes. And it hurt, goddamn it hurt more than anything had ever hurt before, but what could you do? Leave him? Of course not. How could you ever bring yourself to do that?

You gripped the porcelain sink in front of you tighter as tears blurred your vision. The two of you had been together for so long now that you could no longer imagine what your life would be like without him in it. That’s a lie. You could imagine it; it would be cold and sad and empty. You loved Dazai so much it hurt, and you just wished he would do the same, but apparently you were no longer enough for him.

You sighed and gave yourself a watery smile in the mirror, “That’s alright. I can live with that. I can – l-live with that….right?”

One more chance. You had promised yourself you would give him one more chance, but that was several chances ago and you would say that to yourself each time he stumbled back home and into your arms, with someone else’s lipstick staining his collar but not anymore.

“I can’t….” you whispered, a blank look on your face, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” Dazai looked up at you and blinked from where he was busy taking off his shoes. It was two in the morning and he was late and slightly drunk and had stumbled back home for the umpteenth time that week and you were done.

“This.” You sighed weakly, gesturing vaguely to the both of you, “Us. I’m done. You can go back to whoever you’ve been fucking all this time, I won’t stop you.”

That seemed to sober him up instantly, “(Y/n), I – “

“Save it.” You said severely, but you couldn’t keep the tears at bay for long, “I have been with you for four years, you fucking asshole! Did all that time mean nothing to you!?”

“It did! Of course it did! I – “

“Didn’t think you should’ve kept it in your pants and been loyal for fucking once in your life!? I loved you!”

“I love you too, sweetheart!” he pleaded, and it scared you a little because in all the time you had been with him, you had never heard such desperation in his voice, “I love you, more than anything…”

“Then why!?” You screamed, tears cascading down your cheeks freely now, “Am I not enough for you? Are you bored? Is that it!?”

He didn’t say anything, but by the look on his face, you knew you had hit the nail right in the head, and your heart shattered into a million pieces. You covered your mouth with your hand and took a couple of steps backwards as more tears spilled from your eyes. Dazai moved to touch your arm but you that just made you flinch further back.

“Don’t touch me!” you cry, “Just…don’t.”

What really hurt was that Dazai didn’t say anything in his defense at all. He just stood there with a frown on his face, watching you shake with sobs, your eyes red and face tear-stained. Huh, guess I’m not even worth trying to hold on to. You almost let out an ironic laugh at that thought. You swallowed hard, blinking away more unshed tears as you forced yourself to look at him.

“…I’m leaving.”

He had been staring at his feet but jerked up his head at that, “What? No, belladonna, please…”

“Please what? Please stay? Please, I’m sorry? Please, I’ll be good?” you scoffed, words laced with venom, “Well, save your lies for someone who would believe them, because I don’t anymore.”

That night, you hastily packed the bare essentials, because you knew that if you delayed even a moment, your resolve would crumble and you would end up staying. And as you stormed out of the house, of the home you two shared, you knew that it was probably the last time you’d ever see your lover. Well, ex-lover.

You had been right about that, it was indeed the last time you ever saw him. Two years later, however, he did see you. Dazai had been dragged to the nearby district for a case by Kunikida. The moment his eyes had landed on you across the street, his heart had skipped a beat. Your hair was a lighter shade now, probably shorter too, and you looked healthier. Happier.

“Oi, Dazai! Focus!” Kunikida hit him on the head, before his eyes followed Dazai’s gaze and landed on you too, “…Oh.”

“Yeah.” Dazai murmured, “Oh, indeed.”

You didn’t seem to be aware of his presence across the street, much to his relief. You were with someone else, your new lover in all likelihood, if the way he smiled at you and held you by the waist were any indications. Dazai felt a sharp tug at his heart at that, and immediately despised himself for it, because really, did he even have the right to be sad now?

“Hadn’t she left Yokohama after you…you know?” Kunikida asked, looking deep in thought.

Dazai nodded, “She had. She must be back for a vacation or something.”

“You know what, Dazai?” Kunikida said after a while, grimacing to himself, “No offense, but you’re a despicable human being for what you did to her.”

Dazai smiled ruefully at that, “I know.”

I’m barely even a human being, he had wanted to add. His eyes travelled to you again. You were laughing at something your companion had said, and Dazai remembered how you hadn’t laughed like that for months before you left. Man, he really had been an asshole to you. But you were happier now, and that meant his goal was accomplished.

Getting you to leave him was hard. Dazai was, and always had been, a void. There was a black hole inside of him that swallowed every bit of happiness in his vicinity, both his own and that of others, and even though you were the brightest light he had ever seen in his life, light still couldn’t escape the pull of a black hole, and he didn’t want to taint you like that. Dazai had went through life destroying everything he ever touched. He was a void, an empty space, with edges so sharp he hurt everyone who came close.

The last thing he wanted was for you to be another casualty of his catastrophe of an existence. And so, two years ago, he had tried everything in his power to make you leave him, to drive away the one good thing he had in his life. Just because he had you doesn’t mean he deserved you.

But of course, he could never actually bring himself to even touch someone who wasn’t you. He would frequent bars, get just enough drunk so that you’d notice that he was, and fool around a little with someone, just enough for you to notice that he had. And then he’d come straight back home to you. He’d fall into bed beside you and hold you close, and he wouldn’t fail to notice how you’d tense up in his arms and sniffle softly, and it hurt, goddamn, it hurt more than anything had ever hurt before, but what else could he do? Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest choice on his part, but it was his only one.

You had stayed longer than he had expected you to. He had to keep pretending he was sleeping with someone else for months before you finally reached your limit. Dazai knew you well enough to know that you must have cried for weeks after you left, that you must have been completely wrecked.

But you were much happier, much better off now, with someone new. Someone who wouldn’t hurt you or inevitably break you like Dazai would have. Someone who wasn’t him.

“We need to go, Dazai.” Kunikida called out to him, already a few paces ahead and checking his notebook for all the stuff they still had to do.

He took one more glance at your retreating figure. Your companion had said something, making you smile and blush. Dazai felt warmth spreading in his chest. Kunikida called out to him again. He sighed.

“Coming.”

By the time you turned around to inspect why you felt like you were being stared at, there was no one across the street.

“'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known...” - All Too Well, Taylor Swift