#like atsushi absolutely could be swayed

[chuuya-eatin-ppl]

[Chuuya shrugged] Yeah, pretty much, that's the difference. I have shit like that if you ever wanna borrow it, even just for plain old fishing and hunting shit- [he pauses] You... there are YouTube videos for shit like that I think. Just ask one of your agency friends actually? You should know how to use the oven. Personally, I prefer to eat my shit raw anyways, so the oven wouldn't really be needed for cannibalism shit.

[He stares. Disappointed aura.] Fucking hell kid. I can pay for a funeral for you if your worried, though i sincerely doubt your fuckin' agency friends wouldn't be happy giving you a huge funeral. Think of something you actually want for it- especially considering how fuckin insane Yokohama shit is.

Anyways- the fuckin' vegetarian shit you just said there about the people giving so much of a shit about their bodies after their dead? It sounds like the internet, pushy version of vegetarianism and shit for why people shouldn't eat animals. It's me saying it's bullishit.

Ehhh, hey, you're that fuckin' were tiger right?? Any idea what those fuckin' rumors about you eating people are about?

> [ @chuuya-eatin-ppl ]

[They give a deep and tired sigh] you too? Didn't I just- [Atsushi holds up seven fingers and starts lowering them one at a time] maneating tiger was just because people were scared. no I did not eat my parent, no they did not eat me, I did not eat myself, I did not eat shibusawa, and I did not eat the headmaster. I ate chickens.

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

Daffodil by Dazai Osamu

Dazai's timeless tale of fame, doubt, family and critics. A brand new translation from Maplopo.

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Quotes from Daffodil:

". . .since time immemorial, geniuses have been utterly ignorant of their real worth. They can’t trust in their own strength. Perhaps that’s where the agony of a genius lies and is a reason for deep prayer, but because I am a worldly person of mediocre ability, I cannot provide an exact explanation for this."

"If I could have, I wanted to live the life of an artist—poor, but carefree, like you. . . . Seeing your freewheeling way of getting drunk made me envy you to the point that I was jealous. This, I thought, was an honest way to live a life. No ostentation, no flattery, and yet a life lived mightily with pride on one's own. How enviable to live such a life."

"Preoccupied with being insulted by others, I feel tense contending with life, like a dead leaf about to fall, constantly trembling—an intolerably crooked mind."

"I will not grumble in complaint anymore. I will graciously receive the punishment I am due. The sway of the tree branches outside has me presuming the wind to be harsh, and the driving rain has begun. I cannot hear the sound of the rain, nor the sound of the wind—nothing. It is so lonely a dusk as to be scary."

". . .the lord couldn’t bring himself to place absolute trust in his skill. He indeed possessed the fine skills of a master, but could not believe it to be true and lost his mind."

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You can purchase your copy of Daffodil, which includes an introduction and Aftertalk by the translators Doc and Reiko Kane, on Amazon. It is available either in paperback or as an eBook.

Other translations by Maplopo available for purchase:

Wish Fulfilled: A Vignette by Osamu Dazai Legend of the Master by Nakajima Atsushi Wind, Light, and the Twenty-Year-Old Me by Sakaguchi Ango

[ethereal-blossom]

Hello, I found your blog awhile back and I absolutely love it! Stray dogs is one of my absolute favorite animes. I was wondering if I could request a scenario or head canon (whatever works for you). With Chuuya and atsushi (separate) where they accidentally hurt their s/o with their power. Maybe an angst to fluff? Female reader or gn if that’s what you are more comfortable with.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a great day/night :))

a/n: ahh i'm glad you've been enjoying it :) and yes, bsd is amazing! i've been reading the manga and it made me fall in love with it even more. also, i absolutely love angst to fluff so i've been really looking forward to this request😭✋🏻 i hope this came out well!

🚨warning(s): cursing, mentioning of violence

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chuuya: 1.4k+ | atsushi: 1.5k+

what was the purpose of your presence here anyways?

it was a thought that occurred to you as you saw chuuya fight your target all on his own. when the boss had sent the two of you on a mission to eliminate an upcoming threat to the port mafia, you had barely been able to hide your excitement. chuuya and you on a mission together after all this time?

the promise of more quality time with your lover, even if the quality time meant killing people, had seemed wonderful. however, it soon became clear that chuuya could easily beat the ability user on his own. it made you wonder why the boss had decided to put you both on the mission.

although, you did track the ability user and found her hide-out. and to be quite honest, seeing the mafia executive fight wasn't a waste of time at all. not only could you see and observe your lover, but you loved seeing the fierce look in chuuya's eyes and that cocky grin on his face when he was in the heat of the fight-

but suddenly your eyes widened and in the blink of an eye, you had moved away from your spot. an electricity ball hit the place where you had been admiring your lover not even two seconds ago.

hm, it seemed like this mission could still be exciting after all...

not everybody could share your pattern of thinking though. when you had pointed your gun at the ability user to show her exactly what you thought of her attempt to harm you, chuuya's raw voice cut through the air like a freshly sharpened knife. "oi, what the fuck was that? you fucking asshole, i'll make you pay for coming after them."

chuuya, being refilled with the great intention to cause the ability user harm, flew at her with incredible speed. however, the woman dodged just in time and the mafia executive crashed through the wall of an abandoned industrial building.

honestly, you would have died of laughter if it didn't suddenly become a bit too warm under your feet. the ability user had now put all of her attention on you. well, you thought, bring it on.

"look at that, i guess i was right. the shorty does have a weak spot for you. i already wondered why he kept glancing at you during our fight," the woman grinned.

you returned the expression and aimed the gun at her head. "so you have chosen death by a bullet over gravity?"

"please, like something as pathetic as a bullet could ever hit me." the ability user lifted her hand which revealed a floating, crackling blue ball. "so it looks like you have chosen death by electricity over a seamless death. such a shame."

"please, like i have something to worry about. your first attack was shit after all."

the ability user narrowed her eyes and she had already put her arm up to throw the ball at you when a movement behind her grabbed your attention. you had been so caught up in the conversation that you had totally forgotten about your partner. a red-glowing lamppost came swaying in your direction. the ability user, who had been oblivious to the attack happening behind her, got hit with full force.

she flew backward and the sound of cracking bones danced through the air. nevertheless, it was hard to concentrate on the enemy when your shoulder got hit by the lamppost in the process of dodging.

your scream fell silent once your knees hit the ground. one of your hands automatically flew to your wounded shoulder but you changed your mind midway. maybe you had preferred electricity over the pain that was now taking over your shoulder.

chuuya screamed out your name in surprise and he immediately came running towards you, not caring a single bit about the faith of the ability user. he knelt in front of you while his eyes, widened in shock, scanned your body. chuuya saw the discomfort throughout your whole body language and his gaze fell on your wounded shoulder. your lover gritted his teeth. "shit, y/n. fuck- how's your shoulder?"

"oh, you know, it has gone through better days."

"i'm so so sorry. that wasn't supposed to hit you." to strengthen his words, chuuya placed his hand on your good arm. oh, how he wanted to embrace you but didn't dare to-

"you sure? because it felt pretty personal to me," you joked in an attempt to make the guilt and worry on your lover's face disappear. oh, how you wanted to embrace him-

"what-? of course not! i would never, y/n,"

if your shoulder hadn't hurt this badly, you would have provoked the mafia executive much more. however, even the small chuckle that had left your lips seemed to sharpen the pain.

when chuuya saw the painful expression crossing your face, he cringed. how could he have been this thoughtless, this reckless? he had been so caught up in wanting to keep you safe that he hurt you in the process. the overwhelming desire to punch himself in the face only grew.

if chuuya could, he would take all your pain away. if it meant that you could produce that laugh which had the power to cure his wounded heart, he would gladly carry all the pain of the world on his shoulders.

the next couple of hours felt empty and draining. chuuya had called a few of his subordinates to handle the lifeless body of the ability user and for one to drive the two of you to the hospital. chuuya had been awfully silent during the ride and when you caught him staring at you, he had quickly looked down with clenched fists.

throughout your visit in the hospital, chuuya kept his mouth closed and his eyes had darkened when the doctor wanted to know how this happened. a few hours passed by and chuuya and you finally were in the car again on the way home.

"chuuya," you tried again." i'm okay. these things happen in this kind of work field. i know that."

"it doesn't change that it's all my fault."

you sighed. "you know i don't blame you for anything."

five seconds of silence filled the car until chuuya spoke again: "i had asked the boss to send you with me on the mission."

your eyebrows lifted up in surprise. that explained a thing or two.

"we hadn't spent time with each other properly for so long because of our hectic schedules and i just wanted to be with you again. and if i hadn't asked if you could come along with me then this wouldn't have fucking happened."

chuuya glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, his head bowed in shame, or was it guilt? "i'm so sorry, y/n. if i knew i would hurt you during this mission, i wouldn't have brought you along."

the hurt in those beautiful blue eyes should have been illegal, you thought. it could crush even the strongest ability user.

"chuuya, come closer."

your lover furrowed his eyebrows. "what?"

"come closer, with your face."

"why?"

"just do as i say." and when chuuya finally leaned towards you while his eyes shined with rediscovered curiosity, you again instructed him to get closer until chuuya could feel his seatbelt cut through his shoulder.

"now what?"

"close your eyes," you instructed.

chuuya's heart started to race at those words. would you really- even after he hurt you? maybe it was selfish of him, but chuuya felt a golden rush going through his body at the thought of your lips brushing against his.

he closed his eyes. maybe you would slap him or even...

but no, you kissed the mafia executive on his lips and your man swear he could have died at that moment. god, he had missed your touch so much.

his hand brushed your thigh and he gently moved it upwards till it rested on your waist. wild thoughts ran through his mind and chuuya would have acted on them if it wasn't for your shoulder and his subordinate who tried so hard to not look into the rearview mirror.

chuuya was met with an empty feeling after you withdrew from the kiss. however, the words that left your lips filled him up again.

"i love you."

any shadow that had brought darkness upon chuuya's soul disappeared. "i love you, too."

"the universe truly hates me today," you said under your breath.

after your day had started with dazai trying to commit suicide on your desk and with your previous task having caused a tiny explosion in a warehouse, you had felt relieved when atsushi had asked you to deliver a package with him. your lover had noticed the stress on your face and as sweet as atsushi is, he had thought this was the perfect way for you to relax.

and it did.. until a gang had surrounded you on the way back to the agency. their leader, small but build strong, had yelled something about their drugs being blown up in a warehouse.

"oh no, we aren't looking for any trouble, sir. this is probably just a misunderstanding," atsushi said with a shaky smile and waving hands.

well atsushi, i might have to correct you on that.

"oh, i think i understand completely fine. we heard that someone with the same description as your little friend over there made us lose big money." a grin that showed perfectly yellow teeth appeared on the leader's face. "we would like to get it back."

so who was going to tell the dude you had been hoarding online yesterday? in your defense, there had been great discounts. besides, you may have spent money on food. but hey, food is a necessity of life. sue you.

"drugs?" atsushi couldn't help but stammer in surprise. "we might have to report that, sir. it's illegal to have-"

"does it look like i give a shit, kid?" the leader drew his gun in one fast movement and pointed it at you. you're doing so great stealing dazai's dream to die young.

however, there was a change in the atmosphere once the gang's leader had pointed his gun at you. it was like a switch had gone off in atsushi's brain. his eyes narrowed and atsushi moved in front of you, making himself the target. with a steady tone, atsushi continued: "i'm sorry but i can't let this slide. you have to lower your gun-"

"HA," the man laughed. he turned around and looked at his subordinates. "i said HA. you're all supposed to laugh, you idiots!" when the leader seemed to be satisfied with the awkward and fake laughs of the people behind him, he turned back towards atsushi and you. "and why should i be scared of two kids like you? i could snap you and your little sweetheart here like a twig with just my pink."

atsushi's tone sank deeper when he replied: "don't you dare to threaten them. we're from the armed detective agency."

those last words hit the gang like a bomb. agency members? but- but they were...

"well fuck," the leader mumbled loud enough for you to hear. the dwarf-looking man licked a fresh layer of sweat from his lips. "if that's true then it's too late to back off now. get them!"

while showing slight hesitation, the gang members ran towards you with their bats up high.

nevertheless, they were no match against the weretiger whose white fur had already appeared on his growing limbs. the empty street suddenly was filled with screams when the members flew backward. even though atsushi knew how well you could defend yourself, he couldn't fight the burning instinct inside of him that screamed to keep you away from these guys who tried to harm you.

the gang leader cursed due to his frustration. in a desperate attempt to take control of the situation, he pointed his gun at you again, his finger pulling the trigger while he directly looked into your eyes.

atsushi saw the movement happening in the corner of his eyes. his vision and mind became extra sharp due to the adrenaline that rushed through his veins. within a second you feel yourself being pushed to the side. while atsushi had taken your place and had now caught the bullet with his teeth, you felt how the wall caught your fall with force.

the pain immediately entered your body. this time it was the ground who caught you after you had sunken down through your knees, being robbed of all the strength to get up. somebody had truly cursed you today.

when atsushi looked to see if you were okay, his eyes widened in horror. no... he hadn't meant for you to fly back this far with this force. he had just wanted to keep you safe... he- oh god. he had hurt you. you're a disappointment, a familiar voice in the back of his head told him.

"get him, atsushi!" you tried to say as loud as possible.

being familiar with your lover, you knew how he was more panicking about you than the actual gang member right in front of him.

atsushi swallowed and focused a part of his attention on the gang's leader. even though you encouraged him, it didn't feel right to lose sight of you.

when the dwarf-looking guy had noticed he didn't stand a chance with the weretiger in front of him, he decided to strategically retreat. however, the man didn't get far before he was tackled by atsushi.

it didn't take long before your lover came running back to you. with the gang members still recovering from the blows they took and with their leader tied up against a lamppost, atsushi could focus all his attention on.

"y/n! i'm so so sorry. this is all my fault. i- i have to bring you to yosano and- i'm so sorry."

there was something about the concern, guilt, and sadness painted on atsushi's face that made you want to pull him close yet every muscle inside of you screamed to do not move.

"maybe you should first call kunikida to take care of these drug dealers," you groaned. "besides, you don't have to apologize. i would rather be bruised than to have a bullet through my head."

still, the insecurity stayed on atsushi's face. "i should have pushed you softer. i- i don't know how-"

but you knew. the adrenaline atsushi must have felt in that moment, seeing how a bullet was about to break your skin, he impulsively had done what his instinct had told him to and that was to get you out of danger. however, his weretiger strength combined with the adrenaline had made atsushi push you harder than necessary.

in the end, you had convinced atsushi to ask for kunikida to take care of the gang members while atsushi himself carried you back to the agency. your lover held you tender, softly, like the slightest of pressure would break you like a brittle vase. those eyes filled with guilt burned a hole through your skin and even though you kept repeating that you were okay, the burden in those eyes never died.

yosano had helped you at the agency and while you were laying on the bed in the recovering wing, you felt as fresh as ever. atsushi hadn't left your side for a moment and he looked to the smallest spot of dust on the ground.

"if anything at all, you have saved me, atsushi."

atsushi didn't look up when he said: "but i've still hurt you."

"and you took the gang members down."

"and you got hurt in the process."

atsushi noticed the movement of your hand reaching out to him. was he even worthy of it? but every thought that haunted his mind disappeared like snow in the sun when your voice whispered his name. it was a call atsushi couldn't ignore and he looked up. his gaze met your radiant eyes and his heart skipped a beat. how he had fallen in love with the kindness in those warm eyes-

"there's no use in dwelling on what happened. i love you and i know you tried to keep me safe. you succeeded, atsushi. please come back to me?"

when atsushi heard your pleading voice, how could one resist? he didn't have the strength to and everything he had wanted was for you to be safe. and now you were back at the agency, being treated by yosano and lying safe in bed, atsushi realized how much he had longed for your touch in the moments of guilt.

he put his hand into yours. almost too shy to look you into the eyes, atsushi looked up to make sure this was okay. however, those eyes widened in an instant when you pulled your lover towards you. atsushi felt how he landed next to you in bed and his cheeks started to radiate warmth after he realized how close you two exactly were.

you placed a kiss on atsushi's forehead and the weretiger felt a whole new rush of adrenaline. this time, it was much more pleasant and your lover wished for this feeling to never go away.

"thank you atsushi, for keeping me safe."

this time, you brushed your thumb against his cheek. atsushi was so flustered that he couldn't speak and when you ran your hands through his hair, the weretiger purred.

you laughed in response while atsushi could only react startled by his own response. how you loved this boy-

"i love you." the words left your lips without a single thought.

the shade of red on atsushi's cheeks deepened and had now spread to his neck. when atsushi replied back, his voice was as sweet and soft as the most innocent and purest sound the world would ever hear: "i love you, too."

[starglow-xx]

there for you

edogawa ranpo x f!reader

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: hurt/comfort

type of work: one-shot

synopsis: he’s had a bad day, and honestly? at the end of the day, he just wants to be held by you

author’s note: i finished reading bsd volume 14 (ch. 55-58) a couple days ago and im sad so i wrote this bc i want to give one of my babies some love bc he needs and deserves it

but no worries! this is spoiler free! it’s not related to the chapters at all

Your boyfriend is an egotistical man who can be rude, selfish, and unconcerned in most situations.

But it didn’t mean he didn’t care.

Ranpo loves his job, even if he complained that there were no interesting cases to get involved in or that he was too lazy to work.

He loves his friends, his family, even if he’s not the best at communicating with them or if he doesn’t tell them out right.

The development of the agency gave him a father figure, a loving and beautiful girlfriend, people he could call his siblings, people who looked up to him and trusted him with all of their being.

And that’s exactly the reason why he currently feels like absolute shit.

A couple months prior, the agency busted a group for drug and human trafficking.

Turns out, there were retired colleagues who witnessed the bust down. They watched their juniors fall into custody at the mercy of the agency.

The sudden attack caught the ADA completely off guard.

Not even Dazai saw it coming.

Currently, you were at home after the attack resting on the couch wrapped in a blanket and with a cup of warm tea in your hands.

It was way past dinner, and you were just waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

Ranpo wasn’t present when the attack had initially happened, but you and the rest of the agency met up with him at the hospital.

During the attack, the group had used a dangerous gas they had made along with machine guns.

Fortunately, you and a lot of the other staff and detectives only escaped with a couple of grazes and a nasty headache as you were all towards the back of the room and able to cover your noses and mouths quickly at the sight of the gas.

But Atsushi, Kyouka, and Dazai weren’t so lucky.

The three got the worst of the attack as they were the closest to the door and breathed in the most gas.

From the intel you all had learned later, the gas that was used in the attacks makes you dizzy, nauseous and causes immense body pain, attacking your inner organs. 

They were unable to defend themselves properly; their bodies shut down almost immediately with the amount of gas that was now in their system.

Not to mention, their wounds from the bullets.

Fortunately, their wounds being fatal, Yosano was able to heal them, and even the effects from the gas were gone.

Except for Dazai.

Thou Shalt Not Die would have no affect on him for No Longer Human would only nullify it.

Dazai was rushed to hospital and put into emergency surgery; and a couple hours later, was put in the ICU where he still is now.

You take a peak at the clock on the wall.

10:37

It’s been hours since Dazai was put into the ICU, and hours since you left the hospital with your boyfriend’s encouragement and boss’s order.

You frown for you haven’t been informed of any updates regarding your hospitalized friend and that your lover hasn’t arrived yet.

It was unusual behavior for him as he never stayed longer than absolutely necessary—similar to Dazai—because as a clerk, you never had to stay for long hours like the front line agents.

It was even weirder now seeing as you—along with the other clerks—were dismissed from work early by Fukuzawa.

You pick up your phone to call Ranpo but you hear the door unlock and you immediately get up from the couch to meet your lover.

The moment he’s in your field of vision, you refrain from letting out a gasp.

Tired eyes was not a sight you would’ve ever pictured on your boyfriend.

Earlier, you were informed by two of your younger juniors—Atsushi and Tanizaki—that shortly after you and the other clerks had left the hospital, they’ve been on the hunt for the antidote to help treat Dazai.

Last you heard, it wasn’t going so well.

They couldn’t interrogate the group that had attacked as they had committed suicide in police custody via cyanide pills and all the other leads led to dead ends.

Even your boyfriend drew blanks.

It was obvious to you that he was frustrated with himself and the whole situation.

It was evident on the look of your boyfriend’s face; he felt defeated.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this shut down since Shachou was under the virus ability.

Your boyfriend locks the door, turns back to you and you walk over to him slowly, taking his hands and placing it on your cheeks, effectively holding it there.

With no words exchanged between the two of you, he rubs his thumbs across your cheeks with an uncharacteristic amount of gentleness.

With you still holding your hands against your face, he whisper softly to him, “How’s Dazai?”

He sighs before removing his hands from your grasp and instead pulls your head towards his chest, leaving it there.

“Still unconscious.”

You hum in acknowledgment, and you pull away from him, opting to intertwine both his hands with yours.

“I feel like shit.”

“You shouldn’t.”

You look up at his bright emerald green eyes, and he stares right into your bright (e/c) ones.

It’s not often his friends see the childish male with his eyes wide open, but in intimate moments like these—even the small ones—he has always had his eyes open.

With frustration in his voice he sighs, “I should’ve seen that coming. It was so fucking obvious.”

You gently rub your thumbs over the top of his palms and you softly try to comfort your boyfriend.

“There’s nothing we can do about it now; it’s already happened.”

He squeezes your hands tightly, as if you’re about to disappear right in front of him.

“You got hurt, and so did everyone else.”

You slip out one hand to caress his cheek, soothingly you whisper to him, “I’m okay, I’m right here. I’m still here with you.”

The twenty-six year old leans into your touch closing his eyes trying to calm himself down.

“The others are okay too, we didn’t get hurt too badly. Dazai will be okay too.”

Slightly scowling, frustration seeps back into his voice.

“I couldn’t even find the damn antidote.”

Knowing words wouldn’t be any help to your detective boyfriend, you lean in and the both of you share a soft kiss.

You pull away, and look at each other before Ranpo leans in and captures your lips once more.

This time, the kiss is more desperate, yet gentle; the stress of the day’s events evident, but he also kisses you as if you’d break at his touch, as if you’re about to fade away from him.

After a few minutes, you and Ranpo break away and the two of you let out short heavy breaths and you realize your hands are entangled in his hair and his hands cupped around your face.

You lean into his touch and you stare into his green orbs; his eyes still swimming with stress.

Once again rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, he whispers to you so softly, you almost miss it.

“I think I just need a hug.”

Without hesitation, you stand on your tiptoes, reach up and engulf your boyfriend in a tight hug; your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms naturally finding themselves around your back.

You kiss your boyfriend’s shoulder and the two of slowly sway side to side; both of you glad to be in the other’s presence and glad to be able to share this intimate moment.

With his face buried into your shoulder, he closes his eyes and breathes in your scent only for him to realize you’re wearing one of his shirts.

He smiles ever so slightly and quickly pecks your exposed neck.

The master detective relishes in your warmth and melts at your touch.

He doesn’t think, no, he knows he can’t feel more at home with anyone or anywhere else.

You’re the person he can break down all his walls for, the person he’d fight for, the person he would love for all of eternity.

For every moment, big or little, happy or sad you’re right there with him.

You’re more than just his girlfriend; you’re his support system, his life, his home; much more than he’d consider the ADA to be.

He knows he might not deserve you; he can be an ass, he knows that, but he’ll never let you go; he’ll never let anything take you away.

He holds you tighter against him and presses a kiss to your shoulder before letting out a faint whisper.

“I cherish you above anything else in my life. I love you.”

“I will always be there for you, Ranpo. I love you too.”

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Murasakibara x Reader

34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

Word Count: 1497

prompt list here

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You shouldn’t have crammed all of your summer homework in one day.

A horrible decision on your part, really.

Because here you are now, your stiff back threatening to snap at any movement you make on the chair. No matter how much you rub your eyes in an attempt to “refresh” your eyesight, only your half-finished papers and a jarring 2:13 a.m. reflect back to your vision. Even still, you refuse to put down the pencil and even more so refuse to stop writing, even if whatever you wrote for the past hour was completely elaborate ox dung. Still, you had no one to blame except yourself for procrastinating… except maybe for a certain giant who constantly clung onto you for attention at every moment this past break.

No, no, you lethargically shook your head. It was still your choice to spend time with him… it wasn’t like he forced you to neglect your assignments.

Your eyelids keep playing a dangerous game of flitting open and shut on you while your body has been swaying gently back and forth to the tick-tocks of the room’s clock. Your hand still perseveres in continuing to be the MVP for the past 24 hours, even despite feeling the burning aches of a cramp since the early evening. Gradually, you feel the room starting to teeter-totter, not being able to distinguish a clear line between the brighter, lit-up spot of your room versus the unlit parts elsewhere.

“Oh fuck…” You blink owlishly at the clock. “It’s… 3:12 already?...” You stare down at your work for a few moments too long before you realize that you’re almost finished with everything, even if the quality of said work was questionable at best. You resignedly sigh before setting down your pencil for the first time for a “break,” but as soon as you did, it was as if the only anchor to your wakefulness floated away to the giant seas of your mind. Suddenly, your cold desk becomes the softest pillow, and you begin to gently snooze away.

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Tap, tap, tap.

“... Mm…”

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Mm?...”

Groggily pushing yourself off the desk, you rub your cheek and neck from the soreness of the unnatural position your body slept in for… how long did you sleep for?

Shit, it was only gonna be a 15 minute break—shit, fuck, what time is it?

4:07 a.m.

You missed out on almost an hour of potential progress, an hour of precious time to finish this on time. You immediately slapped your forehead to chase the last remnants of sleep away and to reprimand yourself. But besides that… didn’t you hear something that woke you up in the first place? You don’t remember setting up any alarm… you didn’t even let go of your pencil once until earlier.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

You whirl around your chair to try to discern the source of the sound, not sure if you’re still hallucinating from lack of sleep or if there truly was something there in the dark. The sounds sounded a bit different than when they woke you up though. You really think you’re being delusional, but they almost sounded… impatient and annoyed.

There it is, again. The incessant tapping.

After stumbling through your room and groping the air to gauge your relative location to your other things, you first opened the door to find absolutely no one there.

Tap, tap. “.... -chin.”

You tripped and scrambled out of your wits, your drowsiness definitely gone now. As you whipped your head behind you to face the window and the source of the taps and now muffled voice, you were convinced that it was an unconventional robber. Grabbing the sharpest ballpoint you had on your desk, you clumsily sneak under the window sill, and from there, you jumped up to announce your presence with an exaggerated yell before opening the locks of your window and thrusting the pen to your potential assailant. You could not identify the person because it was unusually dark in the wake of a new moon, but all you saw was a looming figure whose face remained anonymous because their head was cut off at the top of your window. The person easily catches your hand holding the pen mid-thrust, and their abnormally large hand is oddly familiar to you.

“... What are you doing, Chibi-chin?” a very familiar drawl hummed. Murasakibara sighs exasperatedly before he uses his clutch on your hand as leverage to lower his head into your opened window. In his other hand, a few plastic bags rustle as he tries to carefully set them down on the nearest table inside. “Seriously, you could’ve hurt yourself.”

“Atsushi?!” you yell in a hushed manner. “What are you even doing here climbing up the tree and perching on my window? I seriously thought you were a robber!” His hold on your hand remains firm as he clumsily lets himself in despite the small size of the window compared to his body.

“You told Muro-chin to not let me see you for the whole day, Chibi-chin,” he frowns as if it was the most obvious reason. “He said it’s so you could focus on your work without any distractions, but who in their right mind would go about their day without eating any snacks?” At his words, your gaze moves to the bundle on the table.

“So you came here just for that?”

“Hmph,” he pouts. “I was going to come in tonight when I was sure you were sleeping, so you couldn’t yell at me for trying to… see you.”

“Uh huh…” you slightly narrow your eyes at him. “Is that so?”

“... Tch, snacks don’t taste as good without you here, Chibi-chin.”

“... Uh huh,” you raise a huge brow at the food on the table. “These look like full-on appetizers and meals meant for lunch and dinner, not for snacking.”

“...” He slowly grows pink at your verbal suspicion, and he averts his eyes and huffs in annoyance. “Tch, don’t look into it so much, I was just in the mood for Korean cuisine.”

“At this ungodly hour?”

“Like I said, food tastes better with you. Stop being annoying.”

You inwardly smirk at his antics, gazing fondly at your contrarian giant. “Alright then, hurry up and finish your food and go while I go back to finishing my work, okay?” And you took his silence as a “yes” from his end, shuffling your feet back to your chair before you picked up your pencil to resume scribbling more incoherent sentences. For a few minutes, the only sounds you could hear in the room was the sound of graphite gliding across your paper and Murasakibara’s soft chewing of rice cakes from a few feet away. You knew he was watching you, but you silently commended him in your head for not interrupting your work for once.

Well, you spoke too soon.

When you stretch up your arms in an attempt to loosen your tense back and yawn, your life flashes before your eyes when something is popped into your mouth. In a panic, you try to spit it out, but Murasakibara holds a finger to your lips. Since when was he right behind you?

“It’s just a rice cake, Chibi-chin,” he mumbles reassuringly. “Eat it.”

“It’s good, but…” you protest. “Shouldn’t you be eating this?”

“... It turns out I bought too much, that’s all.”

“That’s a fat lie, Atsushi, and both of us know that.”

“...” He frowns at your “know-it-all” face before he gives in. “... You probably didn’t eat at all today… knowing you.”

“Anything else you wanna confess?” you hum teasingly, knowing how he can never be honest unless you nudged him so.

“... and I wanted to cuddle.”

You stare at your boyfriend incredulously.

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am… to cuddle?”

“Do you… have a problem with that?” His words lack any usual poutiness and annoyance because in those rare moments of honesty, he is completely vulnerable… and mortifyingly shy. And he hates how he knows how much pleasure you get from seeing this side of him.

“No, stupid~” you gently tease him. “If it weren’t for you actually, I probably wouldn’t have woken up until morning and would be completely doomed. So thank you, Atsushi.” At your sincere words, he slinks off further into the dark corner, sulking away as he aggressively stabs the spicy rice cakes with wooden chopsticks in embarrassment while not looking at you one bit.

“Fiiiiiine,” you sighed. “You can cuddle me from behind and feed me while I work…” Murasakibara does a complete 180 and slides over straight to you using the swivel chair, happiness dancing behind his eyes on an otherwise impassive face.

Even when he glomps over you from behind and occasionally nudges your lips to eat with his chopsticks, you feel as if your lethargy completely melted away in his comforting presence…

He’s your very own soft pillow.

[aomine-ryo]

Yay, your ask is open even tho I am sorry for those who requested before. I wanted to ask for GOM reaction when their gf is a member of a dance cover group. You mostly do sexy girl dances but sometimes also complicated swaggy boy group dances. Hope it's not too much to ask! <3

Ah you didn’t mention if you wanted scenarios or headcanons, but it’s alright, I’ll just do headcanons, I hope you don’t mind! Also they’re a bit short bc I’m not too familiar about dance but I did my best and I hope you enjoy xx

Headcanons: GOM with an s/o that’s in a dance cover group

Kise

When you told Kise that you were in a dance cover group, he assumed that you meant some normal hip-hoppy group dances

While you did do that sometimes, your group really liked to do more ‘sexy’ dances

So when you showed him one of your videos, his jaw dropped

He just didn’t expect to see your body move like that

He was a mixture of shocked, impressed and slightly aroused

“Y/N-cchi why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? You’re awesome!”

“Really? Thanks,” you smiled

“You know what would make you guys better though? The addition of a certain person that knows how to break it down,” Kise said smugly, referring to himself

“And who might that be?” you laughed, playing dumb

“Obviously me, you dummy,”

He was joking for the most part, but sometimes he’d insist on dancing with you whenever you were alone with him

He’s literally your biggest fan

He likes and comments on every video you post in a matter of seconds of it being uploaded

He loves to support you in everything you do

Kuroko

He’s a very passionate person and he loves to be supportive of his loved ones’ passions too

So when he learned that you liked to dance and that you were a part of a dance cover group, he was nothing but thrilled

He barely even paid attention to the sexiness of the dances because he was just impressed by the talent and coordination in your group

“Y/N-kun, you guys are so talented,” he smiled at you

“Aw thank you Tetsu, that means a lot.”

“Maybe you should teach me how to dance sometime. I’m awful at it,” he admitted, thinking maybe it’ll give you an opportunity to spend more time with him whilst enjoying dance

Of course, you thought it was a great idea

So you would teach Kuroko how to dance in your free time

And he genuinely believed that he was falling more and more in love with you after seeing how passionate you were towards dancing

Midorima

Midorima always hears you talking about being in a dance cover group but it took him some time to realise that he’d never seen any of your videos

So he finally asked you to show him one

And it was far from what he was expecting

How did you make dancing look so sexy?? He thought

Easy to say, he became incredibly flustered after watching to video

“Well what do you think?” you asked when he didn’t say anything

“Huh? Oh, you guys are pretty good,” he said, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact because he didn’t want you to notice his cheeks getting redder

“Thanks Shintaro,” you beamed, “there are more videos like this on our page.”

“That’s cool, I might check it out later then,” he said, trying to be nonchalant

The very same day, he ended up watching every single one of those videos

He couldn’t get enough of them

You just moved so effortlessly and you looked so hot while doing it

He was nothing short of impressed

Aomine

Aomine’s head was practically always empty, but after you showed him a video of one of your group’s dance covers, suddenly it was the only thing that occupied his mind

Something about the way you moved your body got Aomine hooked onto your dances

He found himself watching all your videos almost every day

Mainly the sexier stuff because although he found the more edgy ones impressive and cool, the sexier dances had him practically drooling

“You know, you should do these dances when you’re alone with me,” Aomine grinned suggestively

“It seems like you’re enjoying those videos a bit too much Daiki,” you laughed, although you were glad that he liked what you did

“You just look so good when you dance, I can’t help it,” he shrugged

He wasn’t lying; he was absolutely addicted to watching the way your hips swayed to the sound of the beat

Of course, the thoughts that ran through his head weren’t the most innocent

But that was to be expected of Aomine, all you cared about was the fact that he was extremely supportive of you

Murasakibara

Murasakibara isn’t interested in much, so he’s hard to please

All he cared about was basketball, food and you

So when you showed him one of the dance cover videos you made with your group, all he really focused on was you

Although his expression didn’t show much, he was quite amazed

You looked even sexier than you normally do and it definitely made him a little flustered

“Woah Y/N-chin, how do you move like that?” he said once the video was over

“I don’t know, practice I guess? Do you like it?”

“Well duh, you looked incredible. You’re too good, it’s not fair,” Murasakibara said

“Thank You, Atsushi,” you smiled, “I can teach you if you’d like?”

“No thanks, I’d rather not move. I’d just look like a wiggly noodle anyways,”

It goes without saying that Murasakibara actively keeps up with all your posts

Whilst he didn’t care too much about dance, he did love you a lot so he always made sure to be as supportive as he possibly could

Akashi

He cares about you so much to the point where he had memorised your schedule

So it goes without saying that he was incredibly interested in the dance covers you make with your group

He’s not one to use social media too much, so the only notifications he has on are for you

Whilst he did find your dances incredibly hot, he was mainly just proud of the fact that his s/o was so talented

“Seijuro, what did you think of the new cover we posted?”

“You were incredible as always, my love,” he’d say with a smile as he placed a kiss on your forehead

He also liked to help you practice when you needed it

He wasn’t too good at the more upbeat dances so he’d often just watch and give you pointers based on what he can observe

However, whenever you took a break he liked to slow dance with you

As the two of you slow danced, he liked to talk to you

“You know, you’re really talented, Y/N,” he’d say softly as your hips swayed in sync

“That’s so sweet of you to say, Seijuro,” you blushed

“I’m so lucky to have someone as amazing as you are.”

[greenshirtimagines]

IM SORRY GRANDMA I DIDNT MEAN TO DISAPPEAR I HAD TO MAKE FOOD AND GOT DISTRACTED

But I offer you Butler AU Fluff with them taking you out to the village festival :)

Atsushi was really unsure at first. You recommended sneaking out of the manor to go to the festival in town and he was a mess. If something happened then how would he protect you?? But you managed to convince him anyways and he did have to admit that he had a lot of fun. You two ate all sorts of delicacies. He had never eaten so much in one night and well, at least he finally got the courage to hold your hand throughout the night.

Dazai was the one to insist on sneaking out first. You just followed along after him. The second you two reached the glittering stalls of the festival, he stopped trying to act like your butler. He insisted that he buy you this beautiful jeweled pin since it matched your outfit. You didn't really need it, but he bought it for you anyway and smiled when you clipped it onto your shirt. He was tempted to compliment and whisper sweet nothings to you but... that could be for later in the evening.

Chuuya was extremely hesitant at first. He wanted to go with you more than anything. But then he also had his duties as your butler and you honestly should be doing your work instead. Somehow, some way, you managed to convince him and off you two went. It really wasn't until you dragged him into an exciting and bubbling dance circle that he really started to loosen up. He was absolutely enraptured by your smile as he held you close and swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Kunikida absolutely didn't want you to go. He almost forbade it. But then again you had been doing your work and he was looking into going for "work purposes." So you managed to drag him out and he showed you all the proper ways one should enjoy a town festival. Though, his personal favorite memory with you was probably the lantern lighting at the end. The look on your face when you watched the golden light fly up into the night sky would stay with him forever.

Akutagawa didn't want to even step foot in town. But, again, you dragged him out with little hassle. He wasn't sure what to expect in all honesty. He never enjoyed festivals in the past so what would make this one any different? He was certainly wrong when you grasped his hand and guided him to a spot on a cliff nearby. The perfect view of the glowing festival in sight. Knowing he probably wouldn't enjoy the festival itself, you two watched from above as a sea of fireworks lit up the evening.

I hope this makes up for my angst Grandma T^T ily

You've done well. I'm proud.

[crow-writes-stuff]

Help me sleep

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), possible Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2020, Sleep Deprivation, Sleep Deprived Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya Takes Care of Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Post-Decay of Angels Arc (Bungou Stray Dogs) Series: Part 6 of Soukoku Whumptober 2020 Summary:

Dazai can't sleep. He finally asks Chuuya for help.

Ao3

Dazai stares blankly at the papers in front of him. He's trying to make sense of the black squiggly lines all across them. "Dazai-san?" Atsushi interrupts his concentration. "Hm?" Dazai asks without looking up. Atsushi fidgets with his belt before answering: "You seem really tired. Maybe you should finish early today?" Aw, he's concerned about Dazai! He finally looks up and gives Atsushi a smile. "What makes you say that?" More fidgeting. "Uh, well... For one, the papers you've been looking at are upside-down." Oh. Hm. That explains his troubles. Dazai shrugs and stands up. "Maybe you're right," he says with a cheerful voice, "tell Kunikida I'm calling in sick." This takes Atsushi by surprise, and he stammers through his response. Did he expect more resistance? "Oh, um, s-sure. But, uh, Dazai-san?" Dazai suppresses a sigh and looks back at Atsushi. "Yes?" The boy's expression is absolutely sincere when he asks: "Are you alright? You've been acting a bit strange lately. Everyone is worried." Ah, so Dazai has not been hiding it as well as he thought. He waves Atsushi off with a lazy smile. "I'll be fine, no need worry." That at least seems to placate the other for the moment, and he lets Dazai leave without further questions. Technically, Dazai didn't lie. He is sure that he'll be fine. Eventually. For now, he's leaning against the wall of the staircase and looks down at his shaking hands.

He's so tired. He has barely been sleeping, ever since... Ever since the whole disaster of the Decay of Angels situation. Sure, it worked out for them in the end, but Dazai's mind has known no rest. And neither has his body. He has tried almost everything he could think off to finally get some sleep but to no avail. Logically he knows that he only has two options left. Three, if he considers a successful suicide an option. He really, really would rather avoid both options. Which is precisely what he has done until now. The first is simple and would probably be effective as well. But taking drugs, even if they're regular sleeping pills, leads down a path he knows all too well. So that's a no from him. The second option is the last resort in every case. But what choice does he have at this point? Of course, he could go home and fail to rest again. But he knows how much his body can take and it won't be long until it reaches its limit. Death due to lack of sleep is not what he had pictured for himself.

Dazai sighs and fumbles with his coat to get his phone. The screen looks blurry to him, but that isn't the phones fault. Besides, he doesn't need to see to find what he's looking for. He starts the call and holds the phone to his ear. While listening to the quiet beeps of the starting connection, he sinks down the wall. Might as well sit down while he waits. It doesn't take long for the call to be picked up. "What the fuck do you want?" snarls an all too familiar voice. Dazai smiles. Good old Chuuya. His smile quickly falls again, and he takes a breath. He doesn't want to do this, but he's out of options.

"I need your help." The line goes completely silent. Dazai isn't too worried, though. Because as much as they fight with each other, their partnership has always been build on one fundamental truth; If one of them needs help, the other will provide it. As predicted, Chuuya soon asks: "What do you need?" His voice is even, but Dazai likes to imagine he hears a tiny hint of worry. Dazai almost wants to laugh, but he can't muster the energy. He's going to sound so pathetic. "I can't sleep." Another moment of quiet before Chuuya says: "Dazai if this is some kind of joke..." "It's not," he's quick to respond, "I think... I think I haven't slept for more than two hours this past week." The fact that he's unsure speaks for itself. He can hear a quiet sigh at the other end of the line. "Okay," Chuuya says, "Are you at the Agency?" Dazai nods before he remembers that Chuuya can't tell. His brain really isn't at its regular capacity. "I am." He hears quiet rustling and imagines that Chuuya is sitting at his desk, probably doing paperwork. "Wait there. I'm going to pick you up." The line goes dead without Chuuya waiting for confirmation. He knows Dazai will comply. He's the one that asked for help after all.

Dazai continues staring at the black screen of his phone, before resting his head on his knees. He just wants to finally sleep for more than a few minutes.

He sighs and checks the time. With a start, he realises that he already zoned out for a while. Time to go outside. He doesn't want Chuuya to come in here and perhaps run into someone else from the Agency. That would take to much explaining. Something Dazai does not have the energy for.

He makes his way downstairs and notices that he's swaying slightly. Looks like his sense of balance is also affected by the exhaustion. He's honestly a bit disappointed by his body.

Outside he leans against a wall for support. He doesn't have to wait long for Chuuya to turn up. The expensive red car is an instant giveaway even before it slows to a stop. No one gets out, so Dazai makes his way to the passenger door. He sinks into the leather seat without looking at Chuuya. Chuuya is looking at him, though. Dazai can feel his eyes as if they're burning into his skin. Finally, Chuuya turns to look at the street again. "Seatbelt," he says and starts the car again. He waits for Dazai to comply before driving off. Dazai really wants to make a joke, but his mind is blank. Chuuya usually isn't this concerned with safety, he's pretty confident in his driving. But Dazai notices that the seatbelt prevents him from slumping forward. So he settles back, his head leaning at the window. Perhaps that was the intention.

A hand on his shoulders brings him out of his thoughts. The engine is turned off, and Chuuya is looking at him again. They've already reached their destination. Said destination clearly being the underground garage of Chuuya's home. Dazai isn't surprised. They get out of the car and Dazai trails behind Chuuya as they make their way up to his apartment. He has stuffed his hands into his pockets. Chuuya has probably already noticed the shaking though. As much as Dazai likes to make fun of him, the other is far from stupid.

Dazai goes through the motions of taking off his coat and shoes entirely on autopilot. He only really comes back when a cup of hot tea is placed on the table on front of him. He doesn't even remember sitting down on the couch. Chuuya is sitting across from him. Neither of them has spoken since they started driving. Dazai already thinks that Chuuya is merely waiting him out when his expectations get defied. "This is going on since you came back?" Chuuya's talking about his little prison cell where he tried getting information from Dostoevsky. Of course, Dazai hadn't gotten out, until the threat of the Decay of Angels had been neutralised. But Chuuya is right. Dazai nods. "It's gotten worse over time." In the beginning, he had thought that it would be a temporary thing. That he'd soon be back to his old self. Sleeping on his desk if he wanted, head clear when needed. Instead, he just got less and less sleep.

Chuuya doesn't pressure him into talking more, and he appreciates it. He slowly drinks his tea. It's some kind of herbal mixture, presumably to help him sleep. He already tried that, but he doesn't comment on it. It won't hurt either.

He's staring at his empty cup when Chuuya stands up with a sigh. "Come on then." Dazai looks up at the offered hand and allows himself a tiny smile. Chuuya isn't looking at him anyway. He lets Chuuya pull him to his feet, and they head towards the elaborate bedroom. It's not the first time Dazai is here, but he's still fascinated by the giant dark wood bed frame and the deep red sheets. Chuuya once said, that now that he has money, he's not going to compromise on his own comfort. Looking at the bed, Dazai gets why.

Chuuya is already undressing when Dazai comes out of his thoughts. He turns around and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He places it on one of the chairs in the corner, his pants and socks soon following. When only his underwear is left, he turns back to the bed, where Chuuya already sits crosslegged with the blanket folded back. He's changed into a pair of pyjama pants and is leaning against the headboard. Dazai feels a slight pang at the few unfamiliar scars he spots. He ignores it however and starts crawling into bed. Chuuya easily puts his arms around Dazai and pulls him against his chest. This is far from the first time they have shared a bed. They shift until they're both comfortable, with Dazai having slung one arm over Chuuya, his head resting on the other's chest and their legs tangled together. Dazai closes his eyes, listening to the steady heartbeat of his partner. They may no longer work together, but he's never really stopped seeing Chuuya as that.

Chuuya starts gently playing with his hair and Dazai sighs. He had hoped that he would just fall instantly asleep, but that doesn't seem to be the case. "Everyone is safe," Chuuya says softly, and Dazai stiffens. How does he know what's on his mind? Chuuya sighs now. "So that is what's keeping you up? You're worrying about what happened to your friends." He pauses, waiting for a reaction that doesn't come. "And what you could have done differently to prevent it in the first place." Dazai squeezes his eyes even closer. Chuuya is right. "And you're probably trying to come up with a thousand plans to prevent something like this from happening again." Chuuya definitely knows him too well. Not that Dazai regrets this in any way. Chuuya always was weirdly insightful. And he's the only one with whom Dazai can be truly honest, even if he often isn't. He nods slightly, not reacting otherwise.

Chuuya's voice is gentle when he continues: "You're not going to like it, but there wasn't anything you could have done differently. We were all taken by surprise." He's still stroking Dazai's head, and he relaxes a little again. "And you can't prevent your friends from ever getting hurt again. But when it happens," Chuuya sounds like he's smiling now, "you'll find a way to get them out of it." Dazai sighs softly. Perhaps Chuuya is right once again. "And you won't be alone," Chuuya whispers finally.

Dazai smiles as he finally relaxes completely. Chuuya isn't going to leave. No matter how much he hurt him in the past, they're still partners. Dazai is safe with him. Probably the safest he'll ever be.

"Chibi is getting sentimental," he mutters, barely conscious at this point. Chuuya laughs softly. "Go to sleep, idiot." And Dazai does. Because Chuuya is right. Whatever comes next, he won't be alone to handle it.

[somegremlin-archive3]

—   ✕ 『 ★ HEADCANON - VIEWS ON GOOD AND BAD / MORALS  ★ 』 ✕

              Yumeno's sense of morality and what's considered ' right and wrong ' are rather CONVOLUTED at best. When they were living with their cultist parents; their parents were far too wrapped up in the strange religion they concocted that passed judgment onto people using Dogra Magra's power. People who could endure the rituals to connect them to Dogra Magra were considered ' holy ' and were able to pass on judgement to the sinful and impure.  However in the cults mind, ' bad people ' were those that defied or did not believe in Dogra Magra's power. Other than that, they were never taught. As far as they knew; ‘ good ‘ people bent down to the will of others and submitted to others … but why did they scream and cry in so much pain ?

              As they entered the Port Mafia,  they mainly stuck by DAZAI’S side; the Dazai who had a bleak outlook on life and ruled the mafia with an iron fist as an executive. Dazai did teach them some basic manners ( although they would learn a little bit from Oda and Kouyou as well ). However as their life began to transition from a ' normal ' childhood to a miserable life of trying to adopt the brutality of the Port Mafia, they began to struggle as they heard the screams and the cries from their past in their birth home and orphanage again.

              Seeing grown men crack under the executive's thumb ? Witnessing their beloved big brother mercilessly kill without hesitation… Dazai - san said all of it was deserved but … HOW could it be ? How could it be when people who begged for second chances and mourned the loss of their families they would never see again before they were MERCILESSLY shot down ? wasn't all of that bad ? Did failure really deserve pain ?

              As they began to be abused and would eventually be imprisoned, they grew BITTER and SELFISH and PETTY,  wanting to hurt anyone that hurt them. Though they may act nice and kind, they DISTRUST upon first meeting; believing everyone has some sort of ulterior motive. They have no qualms about doing things like stealing food or money from people if it would get them a meal or even a toy to fill up one of the many voids in their life. Unless they're in a position of weakness and helplessness ( which they often are ), they won't hesitate to insult those that hurt them. They speak their mind; believing that evil people and abusers deserve every bit of POISON they can offer.

              And at the same time, they know they can cause so much MORE damage through Dogra Magra's power… but all too often, they hesitate.

              They still remember all the times when their parents forced them to curse people. They still remember all the times the mafia forced them to hurt people. They still remember the screams and cries that resounded when they LOST CONTROL of their ability.

              Do NOT mistake their fear for sympathy; they absolutely hate humans and finds themselves unable to trust all of them. And yet at the same time,  they realize that their ability is dangerous and that one wrong move could easily turn into a catastrophe that could easily KILL the innocent. They know that killing is wrong and that by doing so, they're no better than the Port Mafia.

              Sometimes, those feelings don't get too far. Sometimes Dogra Magra can sway their thoughts to bitter extremes and make them lash out like when they cursed Atsushi or when Dogra Magra COMPLETELY took over their mind and they accidentally cursed a large percentage of Yokohama. But if they do wind up people they view as innocent or undeserving, they do in fact feel TERRIBLE about it.

              In short they are very bitter and angry and hateful and Dogra Magra influence only WORSENS those feelings to intense extremes. But at the same time they do possess some conscience and are capable of guilt and sorrow. They're basically a kid that NEVER learned and was only hurt instead. Their complicated thought process boils down to ‘ All my life I've been told failure and not being enough deserves punishment, and a part of me knows this doesn't seem right but people keep telling me otherwise. I've been hurt so much when I feel like I did nothing wrong, it doesn't feel right, I wouldn't want to do that to people, but I can't help but always feel like I have to defend myself because people are absolute SHIT ’

              In the end, they’re a child and they’re trying their best.

[yogurtlamp]

if the world was ending (you’d come over, right?)

You can also read it on ao3

The end of the world begins with a very anticlimactic start. Maybe you read it in the papers. Maybe you saw a tweet on it. Maybe you heard it on the radio. However you found out, it doesn’t matter. The world is ending.

Some people go jump off a building. Some people write love letters. Some people pool all their money together to buy pasta, intent on becoming internet stars in their last few hours.

Dazai does none of that. He leans against the brick wall of some nondescript building, watches the sky tide over in waves of peach and strawberry, hands in his pocket.

Across the street, someone breaks down screaming. He leaves. He doesn’t need to hear desperate wails of someone who cannot be saved. He’s heard enough of those in his lifetime, some from his victims, more from his own throat.

He feels the pavement beneath his shoes, hears the wind rustling through the trees.

Funny, he’s going to die, yet he’s never felt something so close to being alive.

_________

He gets back to his apartment, and packs everything up. Orderly cardboard boxes that Kunikida would be proud of. Drags them onto the balcony, slowly burns each box. (There isn’t much to burn. There isn’t much he owns. Still, the flames accept it, swallow whatever he can give.)

Smoke curls around him, before swaying into the evening sky, gone.

Smoke is constant. The burning of his orphanage. The pop of Odasaku’s gun. The kiss of Chuuya’s cigarettes. And now, the reassuring caress of his burning possessions.

He considers these. The timeless countdown of hours before he ceases to exist as it wraps its arms around him, Death finally content with being caught after he’s chased it for so many years.

There are many things he wants to say, to many people he will not say them to. Everyone has plans, and he is certain he is none of them. Better to wander, let fate pull her strings and do what she wants with what’s left of his life.

So he does exactly that. He walks by the beach and spots Atsushi and Akutagawa glaring at each other with some complicated mixture of love and anger in their eyes. Listens to the hum of the wind as Kyouka and Kouyou drink tea in the silence of a garden that Dazai isn’t allowed in, but enters anyway. Catches Fukuzawa kneeling before Mori’s grave, contemplating over a scalpel.

He doesn’t interrupt them. They have their lives to lead, their final words to say, and Dazai doesn’t deserve to steal their precious time.

He pops by a bar in a hidden little alley, orders two whiskeys and a Golden Fizz. He doesn’t get angry. Doesn’t tear up. He leaves the drinks in the bar, untouched. A small tribute to what they could have been. Dazai has never been a forgiving person, but he thinks he might start now.

He lets fate guide him, so it's really no surprise she led him here, on the steps of the slums, waiting for something- someone he can’t let himself wait for.

He can’t let himself wait, yet he still does. Waits on some fleeting hope that the someone will be here, with the freshly risen stars a witness to his idiocy.

Quietly, he wonders if this is their last night as well. If they cease to exist when there's no one left to watch them. Such self-centered thought is natural for humans, the belief that the meaning of everything in the universe is dependent solely on us. (For this first time since he can remember, he doesn’t correct himself. He lets himself entertain the idea of being human, it's a small guilty pleasure he rewards himself with on his last day.)

Dazai is a fool to wait. But he supposes Chuuya is a bigger fool for coming.

Maybe Chuuya knew Dazai would be here. Maybe he didn’t. The world around them has always been so easy for Dazai to predict, the people and events nothing but little puppets for him to play with, but it’s never been like that with Chuuya. He hates to admit it, but he can’t see through Chuuya. He knows what to say to make Chuuya hit him, to make Chuuya mad, but he’s lost the moment Chuuya looks into his soul with that hadal gaze.

He doesn’t turn to look at Chuuya, continues to stare up at the stars. Distantly he notes the slight blurriness in his right eye from the eye patch he had been wearing the last time he was here. Maybe he should have considered the impacts of wearing an eye patch over a perfectly healthy eye for years, but he hadn’t expected to live this long. It’s alright though, poor vision in one eye is nothing when you’ll be dead in less than a day.

Chuuya sits on the step behind him, the same height as Dazai for once in his life. He offers him a juice box. Dazai ponders the impact it will have on his image, a lovestruck detective sharing an apple juice with a mafioso, before he realises he doesn’t care. He takes the small carton from Chuuya’s hands and sips.

“So. End of the world.” It’s so rare for Chuuya to start a conversation that isn’t just yelled threats.

“Mn. How are you feeling?” It’s a simple phrase that asks so many questions, from are you ready to die? to is there anything you want to say to me? Please?

Chuuya responds simply.

“Well, kinda like shit.”

Dazai chuckles.

“So many things to do… yet… no one to do them with. You’d think with so many people around me, I’d be throwing a party or drinking myself to death. But well…” Chuuya pauses. It’s so unlike him to say his deeper thoughts. But then again it's so unlike Dazai to wait for him, so unlike him to accept a juice box and make soft conversation. Maybe in this small world between them, they could have been different, could have been friends. (Maybe more, Dazai thinks, but it will never happen, because this isn’t Soukoku, isn’t their trademark Angry-Idiot-Snarky-Asshole dynamic, and Dazai doesn’t know how to let them exist outside of Soukoku)

“But well?” Dazai prods.

“... It feels like… a disrespect. To waste your last day in some dazed hell, to let everything disappear while you’re busy singing your lungs out.” Chuuya finishes.

“Ah… Well I just so happen to have nothing to do.” Dazai smirks at him, the offer dangling from the Dazai’s outstretched hand.

Chuuya looks at him for a moment, eyes flickering with indecision, and takes it.

________

Chuuya’s list of things to do is nothing fancy. It's full of ordinary things, things not worth making a big deal of (if you weren’t a walking science experiment and a traumatised murderer).

Dazai loves it.

(Dazai loves more than just the list, but he can’t say it or it will become true.)

_______

“Ah! Vending machine! Right there! That's our number 4!” Dazai bounces on his heels and points at the glowing box down the road. Simple happiness is a good look on him, Chuuya decides.

Dazai grabs his hand and skips down the road, dragging a squawking Chuuya with him.

They stand there for five minutes, carefully selecting their drinks, before they realise.

“Hey… Do you have any money?”

“... Not enough.”

“Oh.”

Then they get the most devious look on their faces.

Dazai pulls a pen out of his pocket, tears the corner of his bandages, and with eight hours left, two grown men crouch over the sidewalk, plotting.

_______

Ultimately, their plan ends in ruins. The vending machine blows up, leaving them covered in cold syrup , and the only two drinks left are the worst ones.

They still drink them, bickering over who’s fault it was.

(Dazai thinks that he might hate melon milk, but at this moment it’s his favourite drink.)

________

They work their way through the list, a small taste of everything they missed out on the moment the world decided they weren’t worth a normal life. They rediscover Yokohama, learn what it means to be a person. Chuuya is horrifyingly brilliant at scissors-paper-stone, and Dazai is allergic to rabbits. The wind tastes of something distinctly Home, and the glow of the streetlights is peaceful.

The world is beautiful, and for a second, Dazai wishes it wasn’t going to end.

_______ The idea that small apartments are always cozier than expansive penthouses is absolute bullshit, Dazai thinks, because Chuuya’s penthouse is full of such warmth and life that’s always absent from Dazai’s shoddy two-room flat. But perhaps it's just Chuuya, that his tiny body can’t contain all the bursting vitality so it spills into the space and people around him, unbiased and ever-generous.

Chuuya pours himself a glass, Dazai rummaging around until he finds Chuuya’s hidden stash of capri-sun. He’d throw back a whiskey, but what’s the point of drinking something you hate just to remember someone you’ll probably see in a few hours? (He doesn’t let himself consider the fact that heaven and hell will split them, that he may never see Odasaku again.)

They clamber up to the roof, concrete floor and rusty red railings lined with plants that Chuuya never bothered taking care of. Dazai used to do it for him, to feel like he was paying back some of that warmth Chuuya so freely gave, but it’s been years since they’ve properly talked, much less taken care of each other's rooftop gardens..

Spiels of purple and pink bleed across the sky, a testament to the shortening of their time.

There are many things Dazai wants to say, to many people he will not say them to, but he thinks there may be an exception to that rule.

It’s been building up to this for the past hours, whispering in the back of both their minds as the seconds tick by.

It’s been building up since he left, the ache in both their chests begging them to do something that would be treason to their respective organisations.

It’s been building up since they met each other, fate tying together two broken boys and promising them you’re meant to be together.

Dazai turns to Chuuya, eyes lighted with a certain spark that's rarely there.

He leans in, and Chuuya doesn’t wait, meets him in the middle.

_______

“I love you.” He says, in the centimeters between them.

“I love you.” He’s said in a million ways, from the cool touch of No Longer Human against Corruption, to the waiting beside his hospital bed after every mission.

“I love you.” He’s never said, too clogged up with the acrid petrol in his head to properly admit it.

“I love you,” he says, and he feels his answer against his lips.

_______

In the end, the way it happened doesn't matter. The world could have been ripped apart instantly, or dissolved into meringue smoke. Ultimately, it's inconsequential. What matters was that they have each other, and not even the end of the world can change that.

[misstinfoilhat]

Whumptober #2: Explosion. Bungou Stray Dogs

This is going to be the first part of this two-part story. The continuation comes tomorrow when the prompt is “Delerium”. Enjoy! The abandoned construction site seemed eerily quiet. The Armed Detective agency already knew that they were walking into a trap, but had no idea what would possibly happen once there. They were prepared for an ambush. It was a great risk, but their best strategy to lure this shady group of ability users out of their hiding was to humor the fake lead the group had left out for them, and show up to the instructed site.

“Stay low, keep your backs close together or near a wall. Don't let yourself get blindsided,” Kunikida instructed quietly, weapon raised and hiding behind the rubbles of a concrete wall. The agency followed closely. Intentive eyes scanned the area, looking for any movements, listening for any sounds. It was dead quiet. After a while of investigating, they all came to the same conclusion; there was absolutely nobody there. This had probably just been another decoy, keeping them occupied and leaving the group free to set up another terror attack against Yokohama and its innocent civilians. Except, if that had been the case, why hadn't they gotten any news of it yet? Something  suspicious was definitely going on, and now, they needed to figure out why they had been brought there. They were all standing around, discussing their next move when Atsushi froze. His head perched up, catching the attention of Kunikida. “What's wrong?” he asked, alerting the other members. Atsushi hushed at them, concentrating his superior feline hearing fiercely, trying to figure out what he was hearing. Everyone was watching him, waiting guardedly for his assessment. Finally, Atsushi's complexion paled into sickly gray, dual-colored eyes widening  unnaturally large. “Get down!” he shouted, loud enough to make his voice crack. The slow beeping was becoming more rapid, and he finally recognized the tell-tale sound of an active bomb. He grabbed Kyouka elbow and dragged her along as far away as he could, before they got down underneath a stone plate with heavy beams laying discarded on top of it, raised slightly off the ground by rubbles and pieces of broken building materials. Before taking cover, he had seen Tanizaki drag Naomi and Kenji along in the other direction towards a similar structure. Ranpo had luckily been left to help out at the police station, he would probably have been the most useless in a situation like this, and Yosano was on call, safely back at the offices in case anybody needed medical attention when they returned. Kunikida and Dazai lingered a little behind but seemed to be on the move as well. In what felt as an eternity later, the explosion finally occurred. The loud noise was overwhelmingly consuming. Only the pure pressure of the blast felt like a rockslide of punches. Atsushi held Kyouka protective underneath him, shielding her from the worst of it. Rocks and debris rained upon them, and the piece they were hiding under cracked in the eruption. When it all stilled, all that was left was a sickening silence, only disturbed by the high-pitched ringing in Atsushi's ears. “Are you okay?” Kyouka asked shakenly from under him. “Yeah, I think so. Are you?” She gave him a small nod, looking frightened and relieved at the same time. “Stay here,” Atsushi directed, and carefully started to crawl out of their hiding spot. The scene that met him was the absolute chaos of broken concrete and small fires. The dust laid like a thick blanket over their surroundings, and he felt his lungs burn when inhaling it. About 100 meters away, he saw Tanizaki help his sister out from their hiding spot. He was bleeding from a small cut on his head, but looked otherwise unharmed. Kenji followed closely behind Naomi, also bruised, but didn't seem to have any problems moving around. A bit closer to where he was standing, closer to the initial explosion, he saw Kunikida brush some dirt off his pants and vest with an angry furrow between his eyes. Dazai stood beside him, leaning heavily against a brick-wall that the blow had been unable to knock down, clutching at his side. They were all okay. “Is anybody hurt?” Kunikida stressed, peering at his coworkers as they approached. “We're okay,” Tanizaki declared, with Naomi gushing over the gash in his forehead. He tried to keep her from invading his personal space too much but clearly failed miserably as hands and comforting kisses trailed all over him. “We're okay too,” Atsushi answered, pulling Kyouka out of the relics by her hand. Kunikida turned to his partner, looking sternly at him. “Dazai?” he asked, waiting for the bandaged man to give him his status. “I'll be fine,” Dazai croaked out, a bit strained. That would have to do. Kunikida glanced at his phone, moaning his annoyance and pocketed it again. “There's no cellphone coverage here. We need to get out, there's no way of knowing what other traps they might have laid out.” Kunikida had quickly stepped back into his role as the group leader. Nobody was going to argue with him over it. To keep any panic at bay as long as possible, he held back his inklings that the building might not be as structurally sound as it had been when they entered anymore.    “It seems we have to start digging,” Kenji thought out loud, looking at the piles of fallen stone in front of the main entrance. Defeated sighs were uttered from the small group at the realization that their next problem would be that the gate had collapsed. “Tanizaki, I'd like you to go dig over there.” Kunikida pointed in the other direction. “The piles are smaller there, and there's likely to be an emergency exit somewhere. The rest of us starts working with the main entrance.” With a couple of individual tasks given, they all got to work. Only Dazai lingered behind, not moving from his crouched position or releasing the tight grip on his abdomen. “Don't tell me you're going to be a lazy asshole at a time like this,” Kunikida growled and marched over to him with his fist raised in warning. Dazai looked at him blankly. It didn't look like he understood what was going on, and his pallor was starting to look a bit off. “I think I've been shot,” he finally said, his voice muddled. “Don't be stupid,” Kunikida scoffed. “There was nobody else here. No shots have been fired.” He watched the dark-haired man warily. “Oh,” Dazai mused emptily and slowly released his hand from the sharp pain in his side and shot a quick glance down at what he had been covering. He immediately pressed it back down. “What?” Kunikida asked, blood running cold. “Nothing,” Dazai muttered, too quickly. “Spit it out or I'll find out for myself!” Kunikida growled urgently, attracting the other agency member's attention. They slowly started walking towards them. Dazai blinked, glassy-eyed and sluggishly before finally answering. “So, we might have a problem... I may or may not have been impaled.” “What?!” Kunikida exclaimed furiously. Dazai only let out a nervous laugh as he swayed tiredly on his feet, breathing getting more and more labored and a couple droplets of sweat started to trickle down his face. Their five younger coworkers were closing in on them, looking concerned and confused at what was going on. “Is Dazai-san hurt?” Atsushi asked, but was ignored as Kunikida reached out for Dazai's hand. “Let me see it,” he demanded, swiping Dazai's hand away, looking wide-eyed at the sharp metal piece that was sticking out of the blood-covered shirt. The object looked to be about an inch wide and 1,5 inches high, leaving a considerably large gash to the bandaged man's side. Dazai groaned in pain. The loss of pressure made him winch, finally, getting the best of him as he lost his footing. Kunikida quickly grabbed him and helped to lower him to the ground. As his back connected with the dirty ground, Dazai went rigid. A small gasp of pain escaped from him, and Kunikida lifted him back up a little, cursing their luck as his hand trailed down Dazai's back to find the end of the object sticking out under Dazai's shirt. “Atsushi, come and help me get Dazai's coat off,” Kunikida told the boy-tiger, who reluctantly approached them. “What's going on?” the melodic voice of Kyouka asked behind them. “Dazai has been impaled by some kind of metal shard,” Kunikida answered with forced calmness, holding Dazai in his arms. He heard their sharp inhales, but knew he needed to pay Dazai his undivided attention right now if they were going to get him out of there alive. Dazai himself sure as hell wouldn't help with the “staying alive” part. Atsushi positioned himself behind Dazai, carefully sliding the coat off. Dazai instantly started to shake. “No,” he whined weakly. “It's too cold.” Kunikida ignored him, instead, directing Atsushi to bundle the coat up and situate it underneath Dazai, giving him a slight tilt so he wouldn't lie directly on the tip of the end-piece of the metal shard. Now, Dazai was able to lie a little more comfortably. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?” Kunikida sneered and started to unbutton Dazai's shirt to get a better look at the wound. Atsushi sat on his knees by his side and looked at his injured mentor worriedly. Dazai was bearly coherent. His head swayed from side to side, looking at his surroundings with a slight curve to his eyebrows, trying to comprehend what was going on. Suddenly, a gust of fresh air brushed over his stomach, and he snapped out of his muffled state in high-alert. “No,” he argued feebly, grabbing lethargically at the strong hands unclasping his shirt, trying to wrestle the offending arms away. “Stop being an idiot,” Kunikida struggled, letting go of the snippets of the shirt and holding his hands up in surrender. “I need to see how bad the wound is.” The strain of the hassle left Dazai breathless, but he stubbornly shook his head anyway. “No,” he whispered, trying to cover himself back up. Kunikida groaned his distress loudly. Instead of pushing further, he shifted his attention towards the rest of the agency and barked, “Are you just going to stand there and stare? Get to work!” Before turning towards Atsushi. “You, stay with him. See if you can get a look at the wound. If he gets any worse, come and get me. I think my talents are better used elsewhere.” “But... but, if I use my ability, I might be able to dig the way out much quicker than any of you,” Atsushi retorted, looking conflicted. On one hand, he wanted them to get out of there as soon as possible, on the other hand, he really wanted to stay with Dazai. Kunikida considered it. “No,” Dazai muttered sickly. “The building won't hold if you use that kind of power Atsushi-kun. Then none of us will get out.” “He's right,” Kunikida grimly chimed in. “The whole place would likely collapse.” The idealistic man slowly rose to his feet. “You're staying here,” he decided strictly and started to throttle towards the large rubbles at the other side of the room. A couple of feet away from them, he turned back around and looked intensely at them.  “And Dazai, don't you dare fall asleep.”

[manako-no-yami]

a kindness

Rating: T Relationship(s): DazAtsu Tags: Major Character Death, Suicide, Angst Summary:

“Eventually, whether or not we like it, all of our successes and failures will amount to nothing more than dust in the wind. Everything you hate, everything you love. In the end, it all will be wiped clean.”

“I guess…you’re right.” It’s Dazai-san, after all. When has Dazai been wrong? “But I think people’s feelings are still important. Even if in the future no one will remember and no one will care, people don’t have a choice but to live, and to feel.”

for day 4 of @dazaimultishipweek2019!

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“Atsushi-kun.” Atsushi looks up, tilting his head.

“What do you think is man’s greatest tragedy?”

Atsushi settles down next to Dazai, folding his legs beneath himself, and thinks for a moment. Man’s greatest tragedy? Meaning…the saddest thing that can happen to a person?

“I think it’s…to be alone. To be alone, and forgotten.” To be alone again...for no one, not even the other Agency members, to acknowledge that he exists and that he’s alive… Just the thought sobers him, makes him want to curl up into a ball.

“That’s right. To be forgotten.” Dazai smiles ruefully. “But everyone is forgotten, eventually. It may take longer for some than others, but eventually all will fall victim to obscurity. That’s man’s greatest tragedy—and our greatest relief.”

Dazai looks calm, at peace in the soft light of a sunset. Inscrutable. A strange feeling wells inside of Atsushi, something that he can’t place.

“But what do you mean by that, Dazai-san?”

 -

Atsushi looks around the office, holding a stack of files.

“Where’s Dazai-san?” He asks.

Kunikida lets out a derisive snort.

“Off being Dazai, probably.”

Atsushi opens his mouth, ready to ask, Shouldn’t we look for him? but then thinks again, and remains silent.

After all, how many times has Dazai done this? Pulled a disappearing act, run off to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what, only to reappear later that week, none the wiser? Atsushi sets the files down on his desk, and gets to work organizing them. He glances over to his left, where Dazai’s desk sits, empty, and tries to ignore the paranoia clenching in his gut.

 -

“Nothing, really. Just that, eventually, whether or not we like it, all of our successes and failures will amount to nothing more than dust in the wind. Everything you hate, everything you love. In the end, it all will be wiped clean.”

Atsushi rocks back, tilting his head to look at the sky.

“I guess…you’re right.” It’s Dazai-san, after all. When has Dazai been wrong? “But I think people’s feelings are still important. Even if in the future no one will remember and no one will care, people don’t have a choice but to live, and to feel.”

“‘ And that’s what it means to be human ’...is that right?”

Atsushi looks down at where his fingers are twisted in his lap.

“That’s what I think, at least.”

Dazai hums thoughtfully.

“‘ No choice ’, huh…I suppose that’s an interesting thought in its own right.”

“What do you think, Dazai-san?”

Dazai gazes expressionlessly at the city lights.

“About what it means to be human?”

Atsushi nods.

“I think…you’re better off asking someone else, Atsushi-kun.”

 -

As the day wears on, Atsushi gets more and more agitated.

“Hey, brat,” Kunikida says. “Are you paying attention?”

Atsushi jerks upright.

“Huh? Oh! Yes, sorry, Kunikida-san. I’m paying attention. Could you repeat that, please?”

Kunikida sighs.

“If you need me to repeat it, that means you weren’t paying attention.”

“…Sorry, Kunikida-san.”

Kunikida pinches his nose. “Listen, you need to stop spacing out like that. All Agency members should be on top of their duties, follow the rules, and uphold the collective good image with the best of their ability at all times. I know you look up to him and that he’s your mentor, but don’t be like Dazai, that guy is a terrible example. Instead, you need to—”

“Now, now, Kunikida,” Yosano interrupts. “I think it’s just been a long day. Atsushi is just a little tired, yes?”

Atsushi gulps.

“N-no, I’m fine, I can still work—”

“Don’t be silly, you’re worried, aren’t you? Kunikida, let him go. None of those things are pressing matters at the moment, anyway.”

Kunikida flounders.

“But—”

“Atsushi, go on now. You can leave for today, I’ll deal with this guy.”

Atsushi looks between a fuming Kunikida and an unruffled Yosano, and slowly stands up.

He gives them a small bow, a quiet “have a good day,” and is out the door before the minute is up.

 -

“Atsushi.”

“Yes, Dazai-san?”

“I think you should know…your senpai is a very tragic person.”

Atsushi laughs lightly.

“I think you’re a very dramatic person, Dazai-san. But if you say so.”

Dazai chuckles.

“I suppose you’re right about that.”

Atsushi squints a little as a gust of wind blows past them, making his eyes water. He holds his hand up to block it, and through the gaps of his fingers the last dying rays of sunlight glimmer, before the sun sinks below the city’s skyline.

“Atsushi-kun,” Dazai says again.

After a pause, Atsushi turns to look at him, quizzically.

“What is it?”

“Atsushi-kun, someday…” Dazai sighs and lies down on his back, head pillowed by his hands, and closes his eyes. “Someday, you’ll forget me, too.”

 -

It’s one of his favorite places to walk. In hindsight, he wonders if that’s why Dazai chose it.

The riverbank, where he first met Dazai. Where he thought he was going to die, and decided not to. Where Dazai had thought he’d go to die, and then didn’t.

It’s the perfect time of day, too. Sunset. The sky glows pink and orange, and the water reflects it in fluid shapes. The sound of the water rushing fills his ears, and Atsushi takes in a deep breath of fresh air.

He notices a group of people collected near one of the riverbanks, whispering and chattering amongst themselves. Curious, he walks closer to see what they’re pointing at.

 -

Something in Atsushi freezes, stiffens. The lights around them begin to flicker on as darkness takes over, and the wind suddenly feels much colder. Biting.

“No,” he hears himself say, firmly. “No, I won’t. I could never forget you, Dazai-san.”

How could he even say that? Think that?

“As long as I live, I’ll never forget you, and what you’ve done for me.”

I love you, he wants to say, but he doesn’t.

Somehow, Dazai seems to hear it anyway.

“You just feel that way because I rescued you. But you forget, Atsushi-kun, that there are other good people out there. People much better than I. If it’s the goodness of that action that fuels you, know that it doesn’t come from a goodness in my person.”

Atsushi wants to leap onto his feet and shake him. He wants to grab his hand. He wants to lie next to him, close enough that when they look each other in the eyes, they can taste each other’s breath.

What’s the difference between a bad person doing good things, and a good person doing good things? Why must Dazai make that distinction? Why does it feel like sometimes, he’s the only one who sees the light that shines inside of Dazai?

“But it wasn’t someone else, Dazai-san…it was you.”

And it will always be you, he thinks.

 -

At first, it doesn’t register. He blinks, staring at the rope dangling from the top of the bridge, the way the shoes drag limply across the surface of the current.

His first thought is, Is this a joke?

His next thought is, Is this a set-up by the Port Mafia to throw us off their trail?

He doesn’t realize he’s stumbling past the group of people until the shock of the coldness of the water seeping through his pants stirs him from his trance. He stands there for a period of time, he’s not sure how long, the cold current brushing past him, simply staring in complete incomprehension. He thinks he whispers his name.

“Hey, kid,” Someone says, and tugs his arm. “Kid, did you know that guy?”

Did he know him? Of course he knew him. Those bandage-covered wrists. Those hands. That coat, that shirt. The dark brown hair. The pants, the shoes, everything.

Of course he knew him.

He’s being tugged out of water, back onto the bank, hands gently steadying him as he sways on his feet.

This can’t be real, right? This can’t be real. Absolutely not.

None of this is real.

“This isn’t happening,” he murmurs to himself. “Dazai-san, this isn’t happening, right?”

But then he remembers what Dazai had told him.

 -

“You are too kind, Atsushi-kun. One day, that kindness will hurt you. When that day comes, you’re better off hating me,” Dazai whispers, eyes distant.

“Or forgetting me, like everyone else.”

 -

Atsushi knees weaken. Everything is blurred, coming together, converging as tears collect in his eyes and begin to drip down his face. His palms scrape the pavement as he collapses. The image of the rope swaying, dark brown hair swinging in the wind, bandages unravelling around limp wrists and trailing through the water is branded in his eyes.

He can hardly breathe around the tightness in his throat.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

“But I can’t,” he sobs. “I can’t, Dazai-san. I just can’t.”

[boueibu-valentines]

Don’t Call Me Dear

Creator: @merelatio Recipient: @tinycharm-art Title: Don’t Call Me Dear Characters/Pairings: Nanao/Atsushi Summary: Atsushi wasn’t expecting such a surprise from a certain super sadist blond boyfriend tonight. Comment: I read quite a lot of your fics since after HK aired and enjoyed your writing style, so I was really happy to get to make a gift for you and got so excited when I saw you asked for NaoAtsu!! I just love the two green sadist magical boys and boueibu crossovers so this was a lot of fun! Hope you enjoy this story and Happy Valentine’s!!

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“Well hello, my dear~”

“D-Dear?” Atsushi mumbled in embarrassment, looking shy and sheepish as he pointed to himself.

Nanao grinned as he walked over to Atsushi, swaying his hips in the process, admiring the way Atsushi’s eyes were following his every movement.

“D-Don’t call me dear,” Atsushi mumbled after a moment when he had found his voice again.

“Why not?” Nanao asked with a hand weaving through his blond hair. “You’re dear to me, Atsushi-kun, more than anyone else, my dear~”

Atsushi’s heartbeat ran overtime at those words.

“Don’t be afraid to let your wild side take over for a bit. I’m all yours, after all~”

Nanao absolutely thrived at the titillating way in which Atsushi was reacting, all fidgety and blushing a deep crimson.

And just to keep his boyfriend looking like that, Nanao pushed his body right up against Atsushi’s, backing the other startled man into the nearby wall.

“E-Eh?! Nao-chan?!” came Atsushi flustered squeak as large chocolate eyes widened, his heartbeat racing as he shivered from the intensity lit up like an unquenchable fire in Nanao’s honey brown eyes.

But even though he was shivering and severely affected by the sudden action, Atsushi knew he couldn’t let Nanao win so easily. So he made his own comeback.

“I love you,” Atsushi murmured softly in a tender tone that left Nanao breathless.

But being a super sadist, he couldn’t pass up the chance to tease.

“Ah, do you now?” Nanao asked with a smirk, grinning widely as he reached a hand under Atsushi’s chin to tip his face up. “Well, I love you more.”

It had the proper effect.

Much to Nanao’s delight, Atsushi’s cheeks turned an adorable rosy red color as the other averted his deep, dark chocolate eyes shyly.

“Don’t look away from me,” Nanao teased playfully with a click of his tongue. “Let me see more of that sexy blush of yours, dear~”

Atsushi shifted on his feet as he bit his lip.

“N-Nao-chan,” he stuttered, averting his eyes for a second before they met Nanao’s who smiled in that sexy way that left him all flustered each and every time he saw it. “S-Say it again… that you love me…”

Upon hearing that, Nanao pounced.

“Always so needy. Do you really want me that badly~?”

Atsushi turned so red so fast, it was as if it happened in an instant. Even though Nanao was his boyfriend, he really wouldn’t ever get used to the teasing blond, would he?

“You’re such a sadist, Nao-chan,” Atsushi mumbled with a huffy pout.

Nanao giggled at that statement as he fluttered his eyelashes sweetly at Atsushi. “But I’m your sadist, Atsushi-kun,” he murmured huskily as he trailed a teasing hand down the center of Atsushi’s chest.

Atsushi sucked in a breath, frozen in place as he watched Nanao wink all flirtatiously at him.

“I’m well aware just how much you enjoy my sadism,” the blond stated with a confident grin, “so don’t try to deny it, dear.”

Nanao paused for a moment as his hand kept trailing down, watching Atsushi closely, intensely.

“And it’s always so hot when you show me just how much of a sadist you can be,” Nanao breathed into Atsushi’s ear as he felt the other man shiver against him. “What would you say if I were to tell you that I could consider you as a sadistic rival?”

Atsushi gulped, feeling his face and body grow all hot from all this teasing.

“I-I’d say you’re relentless,” Atsushi retorted in a shaky tone of voice. “But I’d also tell you that I won’t back down either.”

“Oh, you know I love a challenge,” Nanao replied with a glint in his eyes before adding, “but not as much as I love you.”

Atsushi turned even redder at that which was wonderful for Nanao’s lovestruck, sadistic soul.

“I can… never win against you, huh…”

Nanao shook his head with a knowing grin. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t try, my dear.”

And Nanao knew that Atsushi would keep trying. It was like some sort of competition between them where they each kept trying to get the other to blush or stutter or flail; Atsushi knew he was the one usually on the receiving end though.

Nanao was a tough challenge to overcome no matter how much Atsushi loved him.

It seemed so impossible that the two of them even got together in the first place. But ever since they met, after realizing that they had had quite a lot in common, and after Nanao started teasing him endlessly with Atsushi trying his best to retaliate with his own comeback at times, they had somehow fallen in love.

There was certainly never a dull day to be had with Nanao around.

The only major thing they didn’t have in common was that Nanao had a sweet tooth while Atsushi enjoyed spicy foods.

Cooking had turned more into baking ever since they started dating which wasn’t an easy task for Atsushi to accomplish or get used to at first. But Nanao had still eaten what cakes and cookies and desserts he had managed to make. And a baking session or two had ended up with a teasing scuffle or a food fight.

He was happy with Nanao.

But naturally, Atsushi couldn’t dwell on his nostalgic thoughts too long before Nanao began to poke him in an effort to get his head out of the clouds and his attention back onto his blond boyfriend.

“Are you distracted with thoughts of me even though I’m right here in front of you, my dear~?”

A fresh blush bloomed its way across Atsushi’s cheeks as he blinked startled eyes back into Nanao’s teasing gaze.

“My, my, seems you can’t get enough of me, hm~” Nanao giggled as he leaned in to nibble at Atsushi’s lower lip, his arms winding over the other’s hips.

It was so adorable how Atsushi averted his gaze in such a way that it left Nanao’s heart beating fast.

But again, no matter how affected Atsushi was by all this, he had to try to make a comeback. So he did.

“No, I can’t,” he replied. And before Nanao could say anything else, Atsushi weaved his hands through Nanao’s blond locks of hair and leaned in for a lingering kiss.

[rainbowplussome]

yes! hello! i was literally planning on rereading inception today until i got sidetracked! so uh take these character notes if you want? i don’t know exactly what you need but i thought i’d try to lend a hand!

1. tanizaki

i’m starting off with this guy here because i just bought untold origins and he’s featured in the first part of that story, so i’ve been thinking about him a lot. the quote that pretty much sums up his relationship with dazai:

“Despite being dragged into this scheme, even the self-proclaimed “average guy” Tanizaki felt good seeing the plan [to pull one over on Dazai] go perfectly. Dazai often led Tanizaki around by the nose and pushed his responsibility onto him, albeit not to the degree that he did with Kunikida. While saying this was revenge would be an exaggeration, it still did feel good to think of this as a little payback.”

so tanizaki definitely doesn’t love dazai, per se, but i wouldn’t say he dislikes him either. to him, dazai is just another eccentric coworker, and he definitely recognizes dazai’s competence.

but tanizaki doesn’t “have any enemies, nor… a dark past or any trauma. he [is] an ordinary guy.” so the idea of what dazai went through—that absolute and utter trauma that leaves dazai not even truly functional, he… would have no idea how to deal with that. however, he’s also “weak-willed” and adaptable, “easily swayed by others,” so he’d definitely just defer to any authority that came his way. if kunikida tells him to do something regarding dazai, he’ll do it with little hesitation. but he also wouldn’t approach dazai without someone telling him to, and wouldn’t dream of trying to give advice or take initiative. of all the characters, he’d (in my opinion) be the most likely to pity dazai; it would be well-intentioned, definitely, but pity all the same.

tl;dr: he wouldn’t know how to handle the situation and simply try to stay out of it unless someone told him to do something specifically.

2. naomi

naomi wasn’t listed, and i know she makes some folks uncomfortable so no one will be upset if you choose not to include her, but i’ll give my two cents on her and dazai: they get along pretty well, actually. we only really see them interact once iirc, which, again, is in untold origins. even then, it’s more of one-off than anything. in case you haven’t read the novel, dazai basically asks naomi to be the hostage in atsushi’s entrance exam and she agrees readily. while i’d say there’s an implication that they schemed together in the background, i have no idea if that was the actual implication or if it was something else.

there’s also the chapter where naomi and haruko are running from lovecraft and steinback. i’m pretty sure it’s naomi who mentions that dazai advised them, in any situation where they’re in danger, to do the unexpected (or something like that). i’m not sure how much you consider the anthology chapters canon, but they also have a pretty cute interaction in one of them.

in any case, they seem to be work friends. i’d even go so far as to say that dazai is something of a… distant half-brother maybe? i don’t know what words to describe it, but she definitely likes him and he definitely likes her. they’re friends!

which is why naomi would be pretty upset at everything that’s happening. she’s pretty dramatic in the first place, though not unreasonably so, so she’d cry about it to tanizaki and try to help him in whatever way she could. she and yosano are both the type to believe in fashion therapy, so, possibly not understanding the depth of the situation, i could easily see her trying to “fix” things with a little retail.

3. the akutagawas (mainly gin)

i’ve seen a lot of fanon characterizations that have her super unforgiving of dazai for abusing akutagawa, and that’s a totally valid characterization—except it has no actual root in canon. in the one interaction we see her and dazai have, she doesn’t seem mad or upset at all, though i suppose she could be attempting professionalism. dazai seems to view her fondly, and contrary to popular belief i think dazai also cared about akutagawa.

(one of dazai’s repeated themes is his belief that trauma makes one stronger, as we see him express to atsushi in a sense. that isn’t him trying to excuse anything, as he readily condemns the headmaster in that same scene for his barbarism, but rather a simple expression of something that no one ever told him was incorrect. it’s why he treated akutagawa the way he did in canon: he knew it wasn’t morally correct, but his job was to make akutagawa stronger just as dazai himself was made stronger by the abuse he (most likely) endured. not to defend dazai’s abuse of him—because nothing excuses abuse—in all fairness, akutagawa was warned that he’d be put through absolute hell. i can see gin holding a small grudge against him for giving up the other option dazai offered. but i digress lol)

gin, in my opinion, would probably be fairly neutral towards dazai. he hurt her brother, but he also imbued within him the sense of purpose he’d been sorely lacking all his life, so it would kind of even out in her eyes, methinks. she might feel a debt to him for pulling her out of the gutters and giving her and aku a chance at a new life. like aku, though, i think she sees him as an otherworldly figure she couldn’t possibly reach. the devil. so something that humanizes him in such a manner would be almost as jarring to her as it would to akutagawa, though she’d be a lot better at compartmentalizing it. she would probably look over the past with that new life, see things she hadn’t noticed before, but all in all i can’t see her doing anything but try to comfort the shell-shocked akutagawa.

4. hirotsu

oh hirotsu my beloved <3 okay it’s been a wee bit since i’ve read inception and i can’t remember if his perspective on dazai as the boss’s son has been established in any way, but in canon if such a thing were to be revealed he’d have no idea. as per the unofficial fan interpretations of fifteen ln (which you should read if you haven’t as the anime messed it up pretty bad), hirotsu considered dazai someone completely unrelated to the mafia. however, he was undeniably impressed by dazai’s manipulation skills when casually weeding out information.

while he probably does feel vaguely fatherly towards dazai, as any normal parent feels towards an obviously broken child in a toxic environment, that fatherly instinct was probably repressed as dazai effortlessly climbed the ranks. he’s definitely aware of dazai’s capabilities and understandably afraid, though that fear has prevented him from truly trying to help dazai as he knew he should have.

that would bring a feeling of regret to the table, i think; hirotsu, even if not knowing the details, knew that something was up and yet chose to leave it be. the extent of what dazai’s suffered would reawaken every fatherly instinct he’s ever had, but hirotsu is fairly reserved, and besides is jaded enough to know that dazai probably wouldn’t understand his efforts to help for what they are. he would worry from a distance, though; do what he can to help the situation. he would not forget what dazai’s capable of, but now that he knows how it was made it’s more heartbreaking than scary.

these are super rambly and thank you if you made it this far 🥺 i’m excited for the next update, but please take however much time you want or need!

Hey all! For those of you who read/follow my story Inception, how do you think the members of the Agency and Port Mafia felt about Dazai? How did they feel after they learned about his past? I’m writing different perspectives for Inception I haven’t really done before and I want them to seem as in character as possible, so I want to know all of your thoughts!!

Mainly, I want to see what you all think characters like Tanizaki, Gin, Akutagawa, and Hirotsu felt about Dazai before and after the events in Inception. Feel free to be as detailed as you want and if I end up using any of your ideas in my story, I’ll be sure to mention you in the author’s notes!

Thanks to anyone who is reading this and anyone who ends up rest!!

[adzuki-caramel]

was tagged by @poodleyeol thank you this was THE BALLS!

Pick 15 people (does not matter who it is) and randomize them here

1. Mom/Dad: Shokichi - sweet as I can do wtv I want

2. Sibling: Naoki - ok I can no longer do wtv I want but still sweet

3. Grandma/Grandpa: Nesmith - we’ll hang out with animals together

4. Haunts You: Gun-chan - he died from overwork??

5. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Sho Aoyagi - fUCk yeS sign me the FUck UP but I’m worried that he looks worried all the time

6. Your Ex: Makidai - that’s sad I don’t want to dump him or be dumped by him it was probably a super sad and dramatic age gap relationship

7. Your Best Friend: Ken- what more could I ask for in a friend than beautiful humorous Ken who takes me fishing and beatboxes to my bad rapping?

8. Proposed To You: Ryuji - I... I swear I didn’t cheat the randomizer picked this on the first go I’m dead goodbye the floor has never felt so sweet GOODBYE EVERYONE

9. Your Boss: Naoto - awesome we’ll spend the whole day talking about his crush aka my sibling Naoki and set them up absolutely perfect

10. Random Person You Meet At A Bar: Elly - what the fuck this randomizer is not actually random is it?? Elly I love you but Ryuji proposed to me so it’s not gonna happen unless I convince Ryuji to propose to you instead or have an illicit affair like I don’t really care man gimme some Ellyryu action and throw Omi in there while you’re at it. But anyway a beer with Elly will be sweet lel

11. Your Rival: Atsushi-san - I hope he’s not my love rival or I’ll lose but actually whatever kind of rival he is I’ll definitely lose

12. Gave You Your First Kiss: Omi - ew no go kiss Ryuji

13. Drunk And Singing Karaoke With:  Sway - that’s fucking perfect! I’ll try to impress him with my rap and fail to the nth level of hell

14. Played 7 Minutes In Heaven With: Hiro-san LMFAO OMFG HAHAHAHA I’M DYING OH SHIIIIT BACK IN HIS WILD DAYS MAN

15. Gave You Your Favorite Dessert: Akira - will he also give me porn along with the dessert

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[aomine-ryo]

This one took forever to finish and some of them are a bit long. Hope you enjoy though!

Feel free to send some scenarios my way if you want x

Scenario: GOM + Kagami is your date for prom (fem!s/o)

Kise

The doorbell rang and your stomach filled with butterflies. You and Kise had been so excited for this day and you couldn’t help but rush downstairs, trying hard not to trip on your own dress. Kise was at the door, chatting with your parents, he looked absolutely amazing- I mean, what more could you expect from a model- but the second you came into sight, he was speechless.

“Y/N-cchi...” Kise was at a loss for words, which was strange because he always had something to say.

“What? Do I not look nice? Is it the makeup? I knew I shouldn’t have put that much eyeshadow—”

“No, you look perfect. Even more than perfect! And your makeup is beautiful, maybe you should do my makeup at a photoshoot sometime,” Kise said reassuringly, making you feel more at ease.

A few moments of silence passed as the two of you just stood at the doorway admiring each other.

“Oh! I got you this,” Kise said, holding out a gorgeous corsage made with daisies- your favourite flower.

You felt your heart melt right there and then, “Kise, you didn’t have to! But it’s gorgeous, thank you,” you said as he slid it onto your wrist.

“I knew you’d like it, Y/N-cchi!” Kise smiled. “Shall we go?”

You nodded and left the house, with your arm intertwined with Kise’s. The two of you shared a limousine with some of Kise’s teammates, but Kise wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Kise, quit staring, you’re making me nervous!” you whined, turning to face his adorable honey eyes.

“I can’t help it. You’re the most gorgeous person on Earth,” Kise said, making your cheeks turn into a bright pink.

“Well, I don’t know about that, because I’m quite sure that you’re the most gorgeous one here. I mean, look at you- you look dashing!” you giggled, which only make Kise smile even wider than he did before.

The entire night was like a fairytale come to life. You chose not to dance that much because you were convinced that you’d trip over your dress or just embarrass yourself with your not-so-graceful dancing, much to Kise’s dismay. However, the biggest surprise came when you and Kise won prom king and queen.

“I guess you have to dance with me now, Y/N-cchi,” Kise muttered to you, smiling with glee as the crowd made way for the two of you on the dance floor.

Dancing with Kise wasn’t that bad though. He guided you every step of the way but didn’t hold himself back with spinning you out of the blue- which you somehow pulled off. “When did you get so good at dancing?” You asked Kise as the two of you swayed together.

“I’m good at everything, remember?” Kise smiled smugly. “Here, I’ll prove it.” Kise pulled your hips closer; you two were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. It seemed like everything around you tuned out as the blonde leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips. And you had to admit- that was one of the best kisses you’ve ever received.

Aomine

Aomine wasn’t too keen on the idea of prom until Momoi told him that you were interested in going. He isn’t one that enjoys grand events like this, but he put all of that aside because he was dying to see you all dressed up. When he arrived at your house to pick you up, he nearly dropped dead because of how beautiful he thought you looked.

“Y/N, you’re gonna kill me,” Aomine said, barely able to get any words out in the first place.

“Don’t be dramatic Aomine,” you chuckled, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not being dramatic, I swear my heart skipped a beat! You were already hot to begin with, and now you’re even more hot! How is that fair?” Aomine rambled, unable to believe how perfect you were and how lucky he got to have someone like you.

You sighed and decided to give in to his compliments— he’d never stop rambling otherwise, “Thank you, Aomine. You look extremely hot in a tuxedo by the way.”

Aomine’s cheeks began to heat up, “I think you won the hotness battle by a long shot.” You watched as your boyfriend eyed you up and down, it was flattering but that didn’t stop you from whacking his arm.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you snapped, knowing exactly how his mind worked. Aomine sighed and the two of you headed off together.

The actual event wasn’t too bad, though Aomine kept yawning. He couldn’t keep his hands off you though. He always either had his arm around you or on your thigh under the table. You felt like you’d have more fun with just Aomine than at prom, so you decided to head up to the roof together.

“Damn, there’s really not much you can do at prom but dance, huh?” Aomine said as the two of you got up to the empty roof.

“Yeah if you weren’t with me I probably would’ve dozed off by now,” you admitted, chuckling.

“It’s much nicer here anyways,” Aomine shrugged, looking up at the starry night sky. The two of you laid down next to each other and stared up at the stars together. Aomine took off his suit jacket and insisted that you lay down on it rather than the cold floor.

“I didn’t think our prom would go like this, if I’m being honest,” you told him.

“Yeah well, I’m still having fun,” he said, turning his head and looking at you. “You know, you look really beautiful- I’m sorry that prom wasn’t what you hoped it was.”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad I got to see my Aomine in a tuxedo,” you said, grinning, which only made him scoff and put his arm over his face so that you wouldn’t see him blush.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Aomine groaned, stifling an embarrassed chuckle. He took his arm off his face and turned to you again, but this time he didn’t just admire you. He moved in closer and pressed his lips onto yours. He pulled away for a moment and looked at you, grinning from ear to ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he whispered.

“It’s okay, I loved it. You can keep going if you’d like.”

Before you knew it, things began to get hot and heavy. Aomine laid on top of you as your kisses deepened and fizzled into something more. And although the actual event was a bore, your prom night with Aomine under the stars was one of the best nights of your life.

Murasakibara

“Y/N-chin, can’t you just come over to my house and we can eat snacks and watch a movie instead?” Murasakibara groaned over the phone.

“Murasakibara, there’s literally two hours till prom. I already got a dress and you already got a suit— I think it’s too late to change plans,” you replied.

“Okay fine, I’ll come pick you up soon,” he muttered before hanging up.

You weren’t too sure why you were going either, because to you, Atsushi’s idea of staying home and eating snacks sounded much better. Nevertheless, getting out of your comfort zone might be a good idea.

However, the second you saw Murasakibara all dressed up at your doorstep, all your doubts and worries were worth it; he looked so nice.

“Woah, look at you!” You said breathlessly, “You look amazing.”

“Hm? Really? Muro-chin helped me pick this out,” he said, looking down at his sleek black tuxedo. “You look really nice too. Did anyone help you pick that dress?”

“No, I did it all myself.”

“Wow, my date is so talented. I got lucky, huh,” Murasakibara smiled as he reached out to you. You smiled and gladly took his hand as the two of you were off to prom together.

You found that prom was actually a nice atmosphere to be in— it wasn’t as bad as you thought. The food there was delicious so Murasakibara was extremely happy. The two of you mainly stuck to your seats the entire time, just talking to each other. However, to your surprise, your favourite slow song began to play and you had to go dance- you’d hate yourself if you didn’t.

“Hey Y/N-chin, isn’t this that song you really like?” Murasakibara asked, recognising it the second it began to play.

“Yeah it is. I can’t believe they’re playing it. Would you like to dance with me?” You asked, standing up and holding your hand out for him to take.

“Of course I’ll dance with you. It would be useless if I didn’t- I was the one who requested the song after all,” Murasakibara said, holding your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

“You requested the song?” You questioned, feeling your heart warming up as Murasakibara placed his hands on your waist.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it. It would be a waste if you came here looking so nice without enjoying yourself,” he said, shrugging as if it was nothing.

“I love it! Thank you so much,” you said, kissing his cheek and pulling him into a tight hug, which took him by surprise as he breathed in your scent, which to him, was heavenly; it made him feel at home.

“Y/N-chin, it’s just a song, it wasn’t a big deal,” Murasakibara said, while also hugging you back, just as tight- if not tighter.

“It was very sweet of you to do that,” you told him, unable to stop smiling as you pulled away from the hug and swayed to the music, looking up at his eyes. “I know you would rather be at home, but I’m glad you’re here. So to thank you, I’ll make you your favourite cheesecake tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind being here actually. The food’s good. And I like spending time with you— I do still want that cheesecake though,” he said, watching you giggle making his heart do all kinds of leaps and skips.

“I love you,” you said to him, the words making his eyes soften.

“I love you too, Y/N-chin,” he said, averting his gaze as the colour in his cheeks brightened. The two of you continued to sway along to the song, lost in each other’s eyes, muttering whatever came to your minds because you could tell each other anything.

Midorima

Midorima was very much punctual when it came to picking you up at your house. The doorbell rang at exactly 6 pm. You opened the door and greeted Midorima with a big hug.

“Y-you look beautiful, Y/N,” he said, unable to take his eyes off of you when you pulled away from the hug.

“Thank you, Mido-chin, so do you!” You noticed that his hands were empty. “Where’s today’s lucky item?” you questioned.

“Oh it’s meant to be a rose today. I decided to incorporate it into my outfit and used a rose to make this,” he said, pointing to the boutonnière in the lapel of his tuxedo jacket.

“That item is good timing huh?” You said, amazed.

“Quite so,” he replied. “Shall we head out? Takao is waiting in the limousine.”

Once you got to prom, the two of you decided to just sit at your table and talk since neither you or Midorima knew how to dance very well.

“Events like these aren’t really much if you’re not in the dance floor huh?” You said, before taking a mouthful of pasta.

“Seems like it. I enjoy talking to you, though,” he told you, making you grin.

“Me too,” you said. You heard a slow song begin to play and you finally decided to dance. You quickly stood up and took Midorima’s hand.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Midorima questioned, dropping his utensils on the table as you dragged him to the dance floor.

“We’re gonna dance. We’d both regret it later if we didn’t dance at least once,” you told him as you put your arms around his neck.

“I suppose you’re right,” Midorima said, looking around and placing his hands on your waist as it seemed like that’s what the others were doing.

Within a few seconds, the two of you got the hang of it, “Hey this isn’t too difficult,” you said.

“You’re right, it’s quite nice being this close to you too,” Midorima said, grinning at you. He looked at you in silence for a moment before reaching for his boutonnière. He pulled it out and placed the flower in your hair. “That looks cute on you.”

You watched Midorima smile at you with pure adoration, which made your heart skip a beat. “Are you sure you want to put your lucky item there? What if it falls?” You asked looking around the dance floor and realising that if it were to fall, it would get stepped on and crushed quite easily.

“Tonight I don’t really care,” he said softly as he gazed into your eyes. “You’re all I need.”

Akashi

Akashi was always a perfect gentleman, and your prom night was no exception. When you headed downstairs after hearing the doorbell ring, you found Akashi politely greeting your parents and thanking them for letting him take you out.

Akashi’s face seemed to light up at the sight of you. You greeted him with a warm hug and the two of you bid your parents a goodbye before entering the limousine he had gotten for the two of you.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Akashi said once you had settled in.

“Thank you. I must say, you look quite lovely yourself,” you told him, looking at how perfect that tuxedo fit him.

“That’s very sweet of you to say. I got you this corsage,” he said, reaching out to a small compartment and taking out an elegant corsage with pink flowers that matched your dress perfectly.

“That is absolutely gorgeous. How’d you know my dress would be pink? I don’t remember showing it to you,” you asked as you slipped it onto your wrist.

“I just knew,” he shrugged and gave you a gentle smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

Your evening with Akashi was quite a blast. You weren’t expecting him to be much of a dancer but he was actually quite amazing. He even taught you a few moves as the night went on.

To your surprise, you and Akashi had been voted prom king and queen, which confused you a lot as you weren’t used to winning awards like these. As the crowd watched the two of you slow dance together, you couldn’t help but get a bit nervous.

And almost as if he read your mind, Akashi said, “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re doing a good job at this dance.”

“Well, I have you to thank, I’m quite sure you’re doing most of the work,” you giggled. You looked at your date for a moment and realised how good he looked in a crown. It was like he was meant to be king. “That crown suits you, you know?”

Akashi smiled, “Does it? I feel a bit dorky in it.”

“No, you look perfect in it, as always,” you confirmed as you looked into his bright eyes. “Tonight was fun, don’t you think?”

“Yes it was a good time. Mostly because I’m here with you,” he grinned, feeling nothing but grateful that he was there, dancing with who he thought was the most perfect woman ever.

“You’re so sweet. I love you,” you whispered to him as the song neared the end.

“I love you too, my queen,” he replied, filling your stomach with butterflies as he smoothly leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

Kuroko

You greeted Kuroko at your doorstep, full of excitement. He thought that you looked gorgeous and he stood there silently for a few moments trying to figure out what to say.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked him, getting a bit nervous and wondering if he thought that you didn’t look nice.

“I just think you look like a really pretty princess,” he said softly, still taken aback by your looks. “I’m sorry for staring.”

“It’s okay, it’s kind of cute. You look very handsome by the way,” you told him, which made him grin from ear to ear.

When you two got to the venue, Kuroko immediately realised that it wasn’t really his kind of atmosphere. However, he still decided to give it a try because he wanted to make a proper judgement for himself.

The music was quite loud so you couldn’t hear much of what either of you were saying to each other. Once both of you had eaten your food, you decided to leave the hall with Kuroko because you needed a break from all the noise.

The venue they had chosen for the prom had a beautiful flower garden with a magnificent water fountain outside, so that’s where you two went.

“This place is much nicer than in there,” you told him as you took a seat on a bench near the fountain. You could still hear the muffled noises of the music from the hall.

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally be able to hear your voice,” Kuroko joked. “Although, I still feel like I owe you a dance.”

Kuroko took his phone out and began to play a nice slow song as he stood up from the bench. He set the phone down and reached his hand out, which you took with a smile.

The two of you danced in front of the water fountain, seemingly lost in your own little world. It was magical. “You’re a good dancer,” you said to him with a impressed grin on your face.

“I’m very much average,” he said.

You looked around you and really took in the scenery— it was straight out of a fairytale. “This place is beautiful. I could stay here all night with you.”

“That sounds lovely. I still can’t believe I’m here dancing with the most beautiful person in the world,” Kuroko smiled, making you blush profusely.

“I can assure you that I’m not the most beautiful person in the world,” you replied, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in his sparkly blue eyes. Kuroko suddenly spun you around, taking you by surprise. “Woah that was cool. How’d you learn to do that?”

“I didn’t, I just thought I’d try it— I’m glad it worked out though,” Kuroko said, shrugging, which make you giggle. “And by the way, you’ll always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

As the two of you had your own little dance under the stars, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to be able to have a boy like him as your date. Though this wasn’t what you expected your prom to be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kagami

When you opened the door on the day of your prom, you found the tall but nervous Kagami standing at your doorstep. He was a bit late, but that was okay because your makeup took a bit longer than you had expected.

“Y/N! You look f-amazing!” Kagami stuttered, cringing as he scratched his head nervously.

“F-amazing?” You repeated.

“I was gonna say fantastic, but then I wanted to say amazing, but it was too late and I—” Kagami was cut off by you pressing your lips onto his and you sensed him begin to ease himself. “What was that for?”

“You were rambling babe,” you told him, chuckling.

“Sorry, I’m a bit nervous,” he said, his face beginning to turn red from embarrassment.

It was strange to see Kagami this nervous because he was usually a very confident person. “You have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. I should be the nervous one, I mean, look at you! You look stunning,” you said reassuringly.

“I guess I’m just scared that I’ll mess things up. No one as beautiful as you should be disappointed you know?” he explained.

“I would never be disappointed! I get to spend my evening with the Kagami Taiga— it’s more than I could ever ask for,” you told him, making a smile brighten up his face. “Shall we head off?”

“Oh wait! Remember how you said that you didn’t have any necklaces that would match your dress?” Kagami said, looking at your bare neck as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rectangular black box. He opened it up to reveal one of the most beautiful gold necklaces you’ve ever seen. It was a thin, simplistic chain with a star-shaped jewel pendant that sparkled in the evening light.

“Woah Kagami...” you trailed off, lost for words as your eyes were fixated by the beautiful piece of jewellery.

“Do you like it?” He asked, trying to read your expressions.

“I love it! It’s gorgeous! You really didn’t have to get this—”

“A gorgeous girl deserves a gorgeous piece of jewellery right?” Kagami interrupted and picked up the necklace. “Can I put it on for you?” he asked politely, to which you nodded yes. You flipped your hair to a side as he put the necklace on you, leaving a delicate kiss on the back of your neck once he was done, which made you smile as wide as ever.

“Thank you, Kagami,” you said as he came and stood in front of you once more.

Kagami took your hand in his and the two of you travelled to prom together in his car. The two of you would usually go on drives together so being in the car with you made Kagami feel even more at ease.

When you finally got to prom though, all Kagami’s nerves seemed to disappear. Kagami did love a good party and this prom was no different. After the two of you had eaten, he dragged you to the dance floor with him so that he could show off his moves which made you laugh in delight.

The entire night was amazing. You got to spend so much time with Kagami, dancing, eating and laughing together. The prom ended with a slow dance for all the couples, by which both of you were exhausted. But you pulled through for one more dance.

Your arms were wrapped around Kagami’s neck while his hands held your hips as the two of you moved along to the rhythm of the song. “Tonight was amazing, Kagami,” you said, gazing into his eyes.

“Yeah I had a lot of fun with you,” Kagami replied, trying hard not to get lost in your eyes because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything you say otherwise. “That necklace looks really nice on you by the way.”

You glanced down and the glimmering necklace and smiled, “I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.”

“Good, because that means I’ll always be with you,” he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

As the song played and you danced, you told each other that you loved each other and it seemed as though it was a moment you would remember forever. Your prom night with Kagami was certainly a night you’d never forget.