#mute dazai osamu

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Deaf or Mute Dazai Headcannons

Deaf Dazai:

Absolute little shit (as per usual)

If he doesn't want to 'listen' to what someone is saying he just closes his eyes so he can't see them signing. Or turns his back if he wants to be extra obnoxious.

Tricks Kunikida into sighing naughty things by telling him they mean something else.

Or he tells Kunikida he just mistakenly signed something dirty and Kunikida gets all embarrassed until Dazai does his "I'm just messing with you" thing and Kunikida loses his shit.

Signs random words while smirking as a joke so people think he's saying something dirty but he's really just spouting gibberish.

Blasts music through his headphones so loud others can hear it and Kunikida always gets so mad because "You can't even hear god dammit!"

Sings his sucide songs which sounds even more obnoxious because he can’t hear himself and is way off key. He also uses sign to sing the “verses” and has made up dance moves to go that incorporate the signs. It’s a whole production at this point and poor Kunikida just wants a break.

This has caused the ADA to wonder multiple times if Dazai is actually deaf or just really dedicated to his act.

Chuuya makes a big show of not wanting to learn sign language . . .

but he spends countless hours making sure he's fluent enough that he can understand Dazai and have his back in a fight. they can sign so fast at this point that it may as well be their own secret language.

Dazai has a habit of pointing to Chuuya or spelling out Chuuya's name when he wants to say something/someone is short.

Uses Chuuya as a comparison. "It was two Chuuya's long" or "Half a Chuuya"

He and Chuuya have made up some of their own signs, kind of like tactical hand signs used in the military.

Most of the signs they made are just insults though.

Both of them know the sign for stupid/idiot in almost every sign language and use them frequently. Dazai also knows short.

Can use body language to 'talk' to each other without anybody else noticing.

Still have codewords, just in sign language instead.

Dazai can lip read accurately but loves giving false readings just to be funny.

Chuuya: *says something*

Dazai: *signing/writing back with a confused look on his face* Pink elephants do what?

Chuuya: I know you understood me you fishy bastard!

Dazai: *sighing/writing* You want me to stitch faster?

*They end up fighting*

Chuuya can read lips as well, another way they can subtlety communicate.

Mute Dazai:

Most of the Port Mafia & all of the ADA know sign language.

Has an LCD (Liquid Crystal Display) Writing Tablet that he uses to 'talk' in meetings because it's easier to erase than a whiteboard.

Knows cursive, his handwriting is beautiful and has a calligraphy-like style to it because he has to write so much.

Chuuya used to find it annoying and hard to read but now it's like a code between them because it's so complicated that people who don't have experience with them can't read it.

Tried and failed to teach Chuuya calligraphy. (Chuuya is one of those people who writes using all capital letters and has neat blocky handwriting)

Actually knows how to mime

When he first partnered with Chuuya he used to annoy him by only miming and refusing to write/use sign language.

Now Soukoku is banned from charades at PM game night because they always win.

Will confuses enemies/random people by starting to mime out of nowhere.

He loves doing silent screams.

He and Chuuya sometimes prank people by doing a sort of ventriloquist act (Not really but that’s the only thing I can compare it to). (Sorry if I spelt that wrong). Chuuya will hide and Dazai will go up and start “speaking” to someone. Dazai will mouth the words as if he’s talking while Chuuya is actually talking and it freaks the crap out of everyone who knows them because they can’t see Chuuya and they’re looking for him (he’s just chillin’ floating high above or something like that. Maybe even directly over the head of the person they’re pranking, but too high for them to notice.) Meanwhile Dazai/Chuuya is just talking about a totally normal subject. They’ve gotten so good at this that they can often fool enemies who haven't met Chuuya into thinking Dazai can talk.

[sableeira]

simply another excuse to draw chuuya with blood on his face

[ratsbanes]

reminder that in the light novels dazai is described as having black hair and not the butt ugly brown he has in the anime

[osamucide]

gladly

gladly i’ll burn up for you if you burn up for me

NSFW—MINORS DNI

wc: 1.2k

cw: dazai x gn!reader, explicit sexual content, no plot just horny and fluffy, established relationship, somno(?)(sleepy, anyway), handjob, grinding, nipple play, use of “baby,” “darling,” pillow princess dazai my most beloved

reid: this position bruh i’m going to go so feral that i eat my own hand. not the smut i intended to publish next but apparently the smut i needed to publish next. a little something short while i put off a longer dazai smut. i <3 soft lazy dazai enjoy

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You know mornings like this should be rarer than they are.

His charming insistence, however muted by his sleep-addled laziness, hardly ever fails on you. In fact, it all might make him more tempting—that, the warmth of newly recharged bodies, the honey behind his drooping eyelids, the wandering of his hands and rolling of his hips against yours that feels so sweetly and foreignly unmapped and confused, yes, it’s equal parts all those things and you’re sure some others that you can’t conjure up into words through your early-hour fog. Yes, very few things Osamu ever does without meticulous planning, but he does let a certain vulnerability crack through on mornings like this, a vulnerability that’s evident in between his parting lips and the soft, unpracticed whines that live and die there. And yes, you’re one of the primary reasons—if not the primary reason—Osamu’s so often late to show up to work, but it’s difficult for you to feel guilty when your senses find their way back to the waking realm amongst his pretty sounds rumbling from his chest into your ear, his back arching back against your touch, and his soft brown hair splayed around his head like a halo.

The rational side of you should be dragging your dear boyfriend up and out of bed but it appears to still be asleep as you let your fingertips creep beneath his waistband. You shut the morning light out in favor of pressing your eyes beneath his collarbone; your thumb finds his tip, and if you weren't on the threshold of consciousness you would let out a giggle at the way his breath catches. You can feel Osamu's fingers curling tenderly around your wrist—a silent plea for you to keep going, touch him more, and you'll oblige, but you have to kiss the triangle of his shoulder first, so you do; your tongue deftly finds his nipple, and he's so pliant half-beneath you that you can slot his thigh between both of your own—it’s all you'll need, you can tell, as his head dips to the side on the pillow to catch a half-lidded glimpse of you working him into a mess so early and so easily. He'll return the favor without even trying, just by laying there and letting you move the way you do; he's so gorgeous all bleary from slumber, palming your lower back to guide you against him. You move. You move, looking up at him like he’s an angel, and his vision melts to warm darkness again. It's all he'll need, too.

You’d think he was falling back asleep if it wasn’t for the slow and steady bucking of his hips up into your hand. Winding your fingers around his base elicits a whine from his diaphragm—one you can hear against him as your own eyes roll shut and your tongue continues to idle. It’s all so natural, the way you stroke him, lick him, grind on him, that you feel yourself slipping back into unconsciousness. It’s his noises that you hang on for.

He’s far from alert, but words tumble out in whispers.

“Baby, it feels so good, don’t stop…”

You hum, more in response to his mumblings and less from the friction you create against his thigh; nonetheless, you’re sensitive, and as you keep rhythm along his cock he flexes against you and the way that you feel, splitting the line of slumber and wakefulness and writhing hotly against your lover, is divine.

You wish you could live in this kind of moment for the rest of your life. Too often you find yourself overwhelmed; regrettably and even more often you find Osamu overwhelmed. It’s never so obvious to anyone as it is to you, so he doesn’t tend to let on to anyone but you, and maybe that’s why you keep things like this sacred, because for once he doesn’t seem to be thinking, analyzing, inquiring, even how he does when you regularly have sex—forever the pleaser, he’s always looking to you with eyes asking questions like is it enough? Even outside of sex, god, in every aspect—you know he never stops wondering the same thing about himself: is it enough? Does it feel good? Am I enough? And the answer you give him is always a resounding yes, and you want so badly for him to believe you because he’s just as much your angel as you are his. You hope that mornings like this communicate it louder than your reassurances can. Your pleasure—in everything, in life—is so vividly amplified by his wellness, his peace, his own pleasure. You love him so deeply. He loves you like a stray cat finally living in comfort. You’ll never let a morning like this slip.

“Right there, right there,” he encourages as you squeeze just below his tip; his head lolls from side to side almost as if he’s dreaming (sometimes he thinks he is with you) and you track his movements through your own bliss, dragging your hips back and forth desperately as you double down on the spot that forces full-bodied moans from his pretty mouth. He’s close, he begs you; you’re frantic on his thigh, feeling yourself cum in a haze that has him tensing—you grind harder, harder, harder, sighing out his name until you’re spent so you can prop yourself up on your elbow to watch his face in the thickly-curtained sunlight.

“Oh, fuck, fuck— fuhhh— ah, uh-huh, ah—”

His eyes flicker open to catch your tired smile and he’s cumming—his grip on your ass is the only thing grounding him as his jaw falls slack, your lashes flutter in pure satisfaction, and he twitches, sent to the clouds by his beloved who looks at him with such adoration that he catches himself believing for a second that he must be beautiful; you work incredible magic on him. His brain and his body, both so used to neglect and abuse, finally feel like fruitful grounds for love. He finally feels whole as his cum drips down your fingers.

It is then that you do giggle and lean down to place a quick kiss to his nipple; he’s breathless, pink in the face, and you know you couldn’t love him more, and yet you will as each second passes.

Osamu brings his hand up to your hair, and your next kiss lands on his lips as he wills you down. It’s tender and lasts much longer than expected—you almost start your hips against him again, but the snoozed alarm at your bedside rings for the fourth time. You glance over. He was supposed to be out the door five minutes ago.

“Oh, shut it off,” he groans resentfully.

“As if.” You press one more kiss to his cheek before you unpeel yourself from him and punch the ringer into silence. “I’ll put coffee on.”

“Shower with me before I go, please.” He rubs his eyes and sits up. You strip out of your sticky shorts.

“Of course, darling.”

You pad to the kitchen. He watches you go with a warmth he didn’t know himself to be capable of.

And a smirk.

Maybe he can talk you into one more round in the bathroom.

[osaemu]

OSAMU DAZAI: ❛❛ FALSE GOD ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ dazai's far from the perfect boyfriend, and you're not the perfect girlfriend either. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. gets kinda angsty but nothin' major. toxic undertones. not a songfic but there's one line from false god included. mostly cunniligus. kinda self-indulgent.

author's note: obscure ending, interpret it however u want.

osamu dazai is a cynic, and he has no shame in admitting that.

every word you say and every man you smile at, dazai knows. behind those coffee-brown eyes lie a calculated gaze, and it's fixated on you. it's as if you're nothing more than another pawn in his games — just another player for dazai to manipulate at his will.

dazai figures that it's just human nature. everyone has their own motives, and everyone has their own secrets. being raised by the mafia, he's practically been trained to analyze every move made by another. after all, since he can't read minds, he has to assume that even you can't possibly be this good to him.

one day, when you bring him lunch at the agency, he asks what you'd like in return. you pause, a bit confused, before shaking your head and replying that it wasn't meant to come off that way. dazai insists that he do you a favor or something in return in order to avoid being indebted to you.

it stings, really, the idea that dazai thinks that your relationship is nothing more than a contract. and after weeks go on with dazai's suspicious eyes boring into your back every time you do a favor for him, you finally tell him so. you tell him what you thought you'd never have to tell him — that you don't have any ulterior motives in dating him.

dazai disagrees.

"i can't talk to you when you're like this," you murmur, shaking your head. and you really can't. honestly it's frustrating and draining — you don't want to have to prove to dazai night after night that you aren't with him for anything else than him.

your boyfriend's eyes narrow slightly, and clearly, he's trying to find your angle. is this a ploy to gain sympathy from him? or are you trying to guilt-trip him into doing something for you later? whatever it is, dazai decides that the best course of action would be to leave. for now, at least. he'll come back when you're asleep.

"okay."

dazai turns and leaves, going off to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what. you're left standing in the doorway, dumbfounded and not sure where to go from here.

two wineglasses and three hours later, he returns and finds you passed out on the couch. under any other circumstances, dazai'd be worried, but there's a trashy romcom playing in the background and a half-empty wine bottom on the table, so he figures that you're fine.

he walks over, careful not to wake you. dazai holds a bouquet of pink roses in one hand, and he uses the other to gently caress your cheek.

"god, you're so dramatic," dazai whispers, eyes trailing over your drowsy figure. his words are laced with muted affection, as if he can't find a way to express it without a petty insult on top of it. and well, maybe you are somewhat dramatic, but the way he sees it, he'd rather make up now than drag this on later. he sets down the bouquet and kneels down to your level, and the faint scent of whiskey lingers in the air.

"i wish i could be your perfect boyfriend," dazai says quietly, trailing his fingers through your hair. "but i just can't be, and if you want me to leave, i will."

dazai knows you're awake and listening to every word, and he also knows that you don't underestimate him. he's confident that you're aware that he knows you're not actually asleep, but for the sake of the moment, he gives you that choice. you can either keep pretending to sleep and brush him off, or you can open your eyes.

you open your eyes.

maybe you're just a hopeless romantic, but you could swear that a soft, relieved sigh escapes dazai's lips. lips that are now on yours as dazai attempts to make up for all the times he's pushed you away. and it's likely that even now, dazai won't change. he never does, no matter how many promises he makes. but it's nice that for once, he's trying to make up for what he's lost. even if it isn't much.

but you do get pretty close to forgiving him when his mouth isn't the only part of him on you. dazai's slender fingers make quick work of his coat as he tosses it to the side, eyes focused on you, only you. he doesn't have time to wonder if this is what you wanted all along of if it's just the sex scene in the romcom that's making him do this, but one thing leads to another and soon he's eating you out, tongue turning the edges of your vision white.

if you had doubts about the existence of heaven before, they were gone now. you swear you can see stars as dazai eats you out, and the lewd sounds that fall from your lips are downright sinful. you beg for more, more, more, and dazai obeys, giving you everything that you ask for.

it's funny how weeks of underlying tension can be eliminated in the span of an hour, but if there's anyone who could do it, it'd be dazai. as his tongue flicks in and out of your drenched cunt, your ability to form cohesive words vanishes, and all you're left with is his name.

"god, 'samu, please don't stop," you gasp, hands tangled in his hair as he looks up at you from his spot in between your thighs. his mouth has always worked wonders on you, whether it's through his poetic words or if it's through his skillful tongue, and now is no different.

your chest heaves as the coil in your stomach tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your breaking point. you're entirely convinced that the world's stopped around you, and that there's nothing but you, dazai, and his lips in the universe.

if death was like what you were feeling right now, then by all means, you were entirely willing to give up your life for pleasure like this. the feeling of transcendence from your spot beneath dazai to a world above was unlike any other, and only dazai could take your hand and lead you there.

"eyes on me, darling," dazai murmurs, voice barely audible over the smutty noises coming out of your mouth. somehow, his voice is steady, and if you weren't so fucked out, you'd overthink this by leaps and bounds.

you chant his name like a prayer as you fight to keep your eyes open. you want nothing more than to tilt your head back and close your eyes, but somehow, you're certain dazai would end this torturous, hedonistic moment if you were to disregard his words.

blind faith was stupid, so stupid, but times like these would make you follow dazai anywhere. his words, his lips, his eyes, all of it. who were you, a mere mortal, to resist his decadent charms?

"more," you whisper.

he gives you more. dazai fucks you until your vision is hazy and you can't feel anything but him, and when you finally start to come down from your hour-long high, you're met with the sound of his sultry laugh.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" dazai breathes, eyeing you intently.

you nod, unable to do much more than that. dazai hums in reply, lean body collapsing on top of you. his mind is spinning, processing thousands of little details and thoughts all at once. his head hurts, his body's sore, and he's tired and ready to sleep, but one look at your fucked-out smile and he's hungry for more.

dazai presses his lips to your bare shoulder, and maybe you're imagining it, but you sense an undertone of self-satisfaction in what he whispers next.

"that's what i thought."

[yokohamapound]

BSD Characters React to Getting Shat On By A Bird 🕊️

No, I'm totally not writing these to make myself feel better after getting bird-splattered on my way home from work. T-T

Characters: Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Chuuya, Kunikida Doppo, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Nakajima Atsushi, Sigma

Contents: 💩

Osamu Dazai

Dazai might react in one of two ways.

If he's on his own, it's a muted, annoyed kind of disgust. He just feels the impact and sighs.

"Ugh, really?"

He might shove his head into the Yokohama river to try and wash it out. Whether or not he remembers to pull his head up again is another story.

If he's around other people, however, Dazai hams it up more than a pig in a blanket.

His whole body clenches, his shoulders hunching toward his ears and his hands hovering near his hair but not quite touching it. His face is an exaggerated rictus of disgust.

"Get it off, get it off, get it off! Eww!"

He runs at Kunikida and tries to wipe it off on him, only to get himself punted across the room. That isn't enough to stop Dazai, though. He'll theatrically pour water over himself, retching, gagging, and bemoaning his bad luck and the cruel fates for doing this to him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Thankfully, Chuuya's lovely red hair is safe from the bird shit thanks to his hat, but on the other hand, his hat. He freezes as soon as he feels the splatter against his hat. Reaching up slowly, he takes the brim of his hat between thumb and forefinger and lifts it off his head.

Chuuya's face contorts with anger and disgust. There's shit on his hat. There's shit on his hat.

He resists the urge to drop the hat in disgust, since that might damage it further. Instead his ire snaps upward toward the bird that just ass-bombed him. Little does it know that its victim is not bound by the laws of gravity. Chuuya can follow it.

And that he fucking does.

He shoots into the air, cracking the asphalt underfoot, and goes gunning after the hapless bird, which is probably terrified to find a pissed-off ginger zooming after it at mach speeds.

Later, once the bird is 'taken care of' Mafia-style, Chuuya will take his soiled hat to a specialist cleaning place. Yes, he's got a hat cleaning place—this is Chuuya we're talking about.

Kunikida Doppo

Kunikida does not have time for this. Perhaps it is a personal failing, but he didn't account for the potential of being shat on by a bird en route to the office in the morning. Now he's standing there with egg on his face and crap on his hair, regretting his life choices.

Frustration builds in him like a volcano, but he forces himself to take a deep breath. As long as he is calm and rational about this, it should not impact his precious schedule too much.

Thankfully, he does have all manner of supplies to hand. Namely a water bottle and a handkerchief to try and clean himself off as best he can in the nearest reflective surface. He uses his handy dandy notebook to conjure up a solid shampoo bar and cleans himself up.

All in all, he only ends up being three minutes, thirty-seven seconds late to the office. No one even notices, but Kunikida is left irked for the rest of the day. Also, he doesn't know how but he's sure Dazai is behind it somehow. Maybe he's been teaching the birds how to target blonde men with glasses, preparing months in advance for just this day.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Akutagawa goes still, and his eyes go very, very wide, until you feel like you're staring down tunnels into the Abyss. The bird guano is stark white against his dark hair. His nostrils flare.

"RASHOUMON."

A tendril of darkness slices from the back of his coat and slashes the bird in midair, sending feathers spiralling down to dust the earth around him.

He stares down at the offending creature's carcass like an god of dark justice.

"Foul beast."

Growing up in the slums, Akutagawa was used to being dirty, covered in mud, blood, and all kinds of filth, but he will not take the disrespect of any man nor beast, least of all a pigeon.

Nakajima Atsushi

This is not the first time for poor, unfortunate Atsushi, and probably not the last. He flinches when the splatter lands on top of his head, automatically closing his eyes. He's used to being spat on or having food poured over his head.

"Ah, jeez."

At least the bird crap isn't personal.

Atsushi probably just snips off the locks of befouled hair and then scrubs his hands. His hair is already a tufty mess, and he's usually too busy running around for the Agency to run home and shower again. That is, until Kunikida hears what happens and sprays him with disinfectant.

Sigma

Poor Sigma. Doesn't he have enough on his plate without being target practice for a bird who doesn't eat enough fibre? He's under enough stress already.

The bird shit is the tipping point, and he might just cry.

His face twitches when he feels it. The cold dollop on his head, ruining his pretty hair, making his neck want to retract back into his spine. His eyes widen as he looks upward to see the feckless offender flying away, soon lost to the horizon as it flies beyond the reach of the Sky Casino.

Sigma gags, his hands fluttering a little as he doesn't know what to do. He's only three years old and this has never happened to him before.

He runs toward his private quarters, lest anyone see the General Manager looking so undignified. He flings himself into his bathroom and sticks his head directly under the shower, running the water as hot as he can stand.

He washes it twice. Thrice. Then wraps it in a hair mask and huddles in his quarters with a stiff drink and his hair in a towel. Poor thing.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

Haii! :D may i please request chuuya, dazai and any characters of your choice; with an s/o who is super quiet and socially awkward unless they’re alone?

Like, they barely say anything in public or when there’s other people around, but when they are alone with their partner they are very talkative and open,

๋࣭ ⭑ socially awkward. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

warnings: lowercase writing

characters: dazai and chuuya

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai osamu 🩹

doesn't try to get you to open up to others

however, that doesn't mean he won't tease you about being like this.

he realized this as you two were talking alone, until the rest of the agency walked by and you suddenly went quiet. others kinds butted in on your guys conversation.

he didn't mention it to you, but he had it on his mind for a while.

real quick he realized you were socially awkward...and thats okay!

he actually loves how open you are with him and that your comfortable to talking to him.

when your in big crowds you tend to stay close to him.

teases you and calls you, "lost puppy trying to find its master"

you had a blush on your face everytime you were in the same room with him for the past four days...

if anyone else were to get to close to you face, or to try and force you to talk, he's stepping in and dragging you away from the drama.

you both have your own inside jokes because of how much you talk to him, leaving others in utter confusion.

"what if i talk to them with you? would that help?"

no matter what you said, he's willing to hep<3

ends with you kinda hiding into his jacket, or straight up leaving without him noticeing...

lets be real, he notices but doesn't have enough energy to run after you, so he strikes up a conversation with said person.

in the end, he finds you in the room...writing, reading, watching tv, whatever you may be doing- dazai kisses your forhead and praises you from trying you best...although, he kinda was just trying to make you feel better

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷

noticed how quiet you get when others are around you almost instantly, which made him question how you got into the port mafia in the first place

you must'v sparked someone's eye...because damn your shy!

to his surprise, you confess your love to him first, which wasn't a surprise you were barely trying to hide it.

hiding your face around him, running away, or straight up ghosting him.

when you started to tak to him more..more laugh, to joke, to yell with him more..it made him feel like you two had something special.

however, i feel like he would 100% try to help you speak more around other people.

no matter how much you try to run away from others, he is stubborn and won't stop...

if you get too overwhelmed and panicked when he keeps doing this, he will stop.

last thing he wants is to make you mute around him, or worse...leave him.

which, can we be honest, will you ever?

if you don't really feel upset when he does this, he will literally lock you in a room with two people, lets say these two people would be tachihara and gin.

you were just...silent.

you didn't even say hi, you were kinda shaken...they tried to strike up conversations with you, but you ended up running away.

"Y/N- ug- BABE! I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU- DON'T YOU DARE LOCK YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM- uuuuuugg- you're lucky i love you-"

dude can easily just use his gravity to open the door, but he thinks its best for you to let yourself out when your ready.

throw's people into space if they think they can force you to talk by grabbing you, hitting you, or yelling at you.

they've had a death wish.

he's willing to be patient with you, as long as you don't give up so easily.

man, i guess he would lose patience with me reeeeal quick- LOL

[yurislotusgarden]

Can't break the rule!

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 688

ʚїɞ Tw’s: Small mention of suicide because it's Dazai but otherwise just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ This was literally written from 5:30am to nearly 7am and only the ending was added in after I woke up, I want that kind of motivation all the time

Gorgeous.

That's one of the words running through Dazai's head while looking at the sleeping beauty that's currently laying down on his chest, peacefully asleep. He knew that you would surely disagree with his thoughts but he didn't particularly care.

He was also aware of how late he was at this point, and that Kunikida would call him any minute now. He would pick up since that would make it so easy to tease the younger man, but it would also cause the risk of waking you up, which he absolutely didn't want, so he shall settle for messages at most. Kunikida should appreciate that! Dazai would take a big part of the time he could spend looking at his darling’s pretty face to text him back!

And just as he thought, the phone’s screen lit up in the darker room, the curtains still down due to neither of you getting up from bed that day.

‘There it is.’ Dazai lazily reached over to where his phone was lying on the nightstand, before bringing it up to his face to look at the screen, his other hand on your head, fingers gently running through your hair. He let the call go on in silence, the phone being put on mute just after you fell asleep earlier.

‘Finally!’ He thought as the 3rd call in a row ended, and he didn't have to wait long for a text from his work partner to pop up on the top of his screen.

‘YOU GODDAMN WASTE OF BANDAGES!!!’

‘WHERE ARE YOU?! WHAT RIVER WAS IT THIS TIME’

‘I SWEAR I'M GONNA THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW THE MOMENT YOU STEP A FOOT INTO THE AGENCY’

It was exactly what the brunette expected to see. Right now, the blonde was expecting to be told that Dazai had taken another dive into a river or tried another ridiculous suicide attempt. Little did Kunikida know that the brunette did the exact opposite and stayed home.

‘It looks like I won’t be in today, I can't break the rule after all!’

‘Sorry not sorry Kunikida-kun!’

He probably should have written a message to Kunikida that he won't be in like he did with the president, but where would be the fun in that? He’s lucky that he doesn't take too many official days off.

‘What rule are you talking about, you idiot?’

Dazai could have left the conversation where it was at the moment and leave Kunikida to be confused, but he decided he could have more amusement from continuing it.

‘Oh?’

‘Does dear Kunikida not know the important rule? How surprising!’

‘Just spit it out! I already spent more time on you than I should've or planned!’

His darling always told him that he should spare Kunikida from time to time, but he never really listened to that one thing, didn't he?

‘Of course! I can't leave you in the dark about it after all!’

‘Is it really that important?’

‘You will realize just how important it is once you know the rule!’

No, he never listened, and probably never will. Riling Kunikida up is just too entertaining to pass up on.

‘The rule is: If something small and cute falls asleep on you, you shall not move less you want to wake the small thing up’

‘And it just so happened that my darling angel is asleep on me right now, not like a single man like you would know how important that is <3’

‘So no no Kunikida-kun! I can’t get up and go to work, otherwise, I could break the important rule that obviously applies to me as well and I don’t really wanna break it!’

‘Now bye bye!’

‘Wait what?’

‘Dazai?’

‘YOU BASTARD COME BACK HERE’

Dazai knew that his dear colleague would chew him out the next day once he appeared at work since it wasn’t like he would find him at the agency’s dorms that day, like usual at that point. But for now, he had to go back to his previous job, and that was staring at his angel’s face like he was before the blonde’s interruption.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[luverbov]

⊹ ( 𝔐id ) nights ࿓ Soukoku hcs

“ Waiting for me again huh, stupid mackerel. “

⪩⪨ requested by a friend ⿻ fluff ☓ headcanons

Nights with you 𓆩♡𓆪

We all know Chuuya works for PM and they're a literal mafia so they mainly operate at night, therefore Dazai doesn't get to spend much time cuddling with his boyfriend

Instead, Dazai spams Chuuya's phone with calls and voice mails, whining for the gingers appearance at home so they could watch a movie they've probably delayed for a few weeks

"Chuuuuyaa~! You have a poor detective waiting for you at home! Wait- no- Don't hang up Chibi-"

Dazai whines endlessly to the point Chuuya can barely keep focus cause his phone rings so much, Chuuya couldn't bring himself to mute his boyfriends texts so he just leaves his phone at home sometimes  ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Sometimes Dazai waits for Chuuya on the couch, but ends up falling asleep cause of the gingers late return.

As the clock hit a close 2am, a gentle click could be heard from the detective and mafioso's shared apartment door. A petite figure emerged from the shadows, as he walked into the apartment, leaving tired footsteps along the floor. To his surprise, the living room lights were still operating, wasn't Dazai supposed to be asleep by now?

"Osamu?"

Chuuya muttered lowly, soon to realise his boyfriend was curled up on their couch like a cat, mumbling something in his sleep. Adorable. Chuuya gave him a light kiss on the forehead and picked him up bridal-style.

"Waiting for me again huh, stupid mackerel." He mutters with a sigh, in which Dazai returns with a small whine, nuzzling into Chuuya's neck softly, as Chuuya carried the brunette to their bedroom, flicking off the lights as he passed them. Dazai snuggles into the blankets and pillows as Chuuya swiftly changed into a T-shirt and shorts, soon after scooping Dazai into a spoon and gently kissing the back of his hair before falling into slumber.

⊹　 ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶　 ⊹

[sixie]

Went a tad overboard on this AU Sou(L)koku doodle

BTW my partner in crime is thinking about compiling our Mirror Soul Soukoku AU into a fic to post on Ao3. We're already at 9k words and the skk chibis (6 years old) have *just* met. Not sure if anyone would want to read it, but here's a (long) snippet at least~

[...]

The quick, light steps were not, however, the gait Ango was expecting. The partially open gap in the sliding door widened, muted grind of the wood in the track pulling his attention immediately to the tatami room as a familiar young face came into the hallway.

“You’re ba--!” The child stopped dead in the middle of his sentence when he noticed the other boy, staring directly at Chuuya standing just past Ango.

Exasperated, Ango sat Chuuya’s bag down against the wall, bringing himself down to the same level as the children by squatting, some of his training kicking in before he could catch it. “Osamu, it’s past bedtime. Why are you out of bed?”

[...]

Chuuya was suddenly greeted by the face of a boy with messy, wild brunette hair, wearing comfy-looking clothing with sharks printed on them. Their eyes met instantly, deep blue to amber brown, and Chuuya could feel a warmth in his heart, blossoming throughout his chest and causing his cheeks to turn pink. He couldn’t understand it, but the other child obviously sensed something too.

The words exchanged between Ango and Dazai were lost to the redhead, taking in this strange feeling that he’d never felt before. It was a bit scary, but it also felt comforting, like he finally was where he needed to be. Ignoring the conversation, Chuuya’s focus was on the reddened eyes. Did someone make the brunette cry?

[...]

“I’m not--” Ango seemed to pause, realizing he was arguing with a child about using his given name instead of his surname to address him. And that there was another child present, that if he caught it from a glance correctly, Osamu seemed to be staring at. Intensely. Knowing him, or rather knowing how unpredictable this boy was… that couldn’t be anything good. He moved to step into Osamu’s field of view to break eye contact, if even briefly. It didn’t work, as Osamu just leaned to the side to look around him.

“You’re short.” he said suddenly, making Ango sputter, hissing out his full name in reprimand. Which, seemingly, was exactly what he had wanted, going by the little twinkle in his eye. Bizarre child.

“That’s me~”

[...]

Striding forward without a word, not hearing Dazai call him short, Chuuya moved his hand out to cup the side of the slightly taller boy’s face, a pout on his own round face.

“Why’s yer eyes all red? Did someone hit you or hurt you or somethin’?” He looked around as if he’d immediately see who caused those puffy red eyes, but saw no one except for Ango the Owl-Man. And it couldn’t have been him because Chuuya was in the car with him.

Making a small huff, he looked back up at Dazai, putting his other hand on the other cheek, cupping the soft face in his hands, and looking determined. “If someone’s mean to ya I’ll beat ‘em up, kay? Yer mine and I don't like people hurting somethin’ that’s mine.”

[...]

Dazai's eyes widen a little more when the new kid approached, and it took everything in him not to tense up like this other boy, that looked more like a stray kitten in his opinion, was a threat. Hands that weren’t much smaller than his own landing on his cheek and it almost felt like he had touched his face to a heater in winter. And the warmth just spread. And then it was two hands and he was quite cozy all over, blinking owlishly at the weird, new, thing happening. In a blink, his surprise melted into a smile that crinkled his eyes and nose just a tiny bit.

The warmth soaking into him felt like home.

[...]

[renaxnnas]

keep holding me, don't leave me.

‣ ft. osamu dazai

‣ cw. suicidal thoughts, reader and osamu are alike, huge self-indulgent to cope up with my depression, use of vape and drinking alcohol, reader calls osamu as "osa-chan", whenever platonic or romantic it's up to you.

tears that formed in the brim of your eyes that stained your cheek, a quiet sob parted in your lips, inhaling and exhaling the vape that you were holding on your hand and the wine on the table, you're not paying attention to the show in the television as you only opened and mute it as a distraction at least from your demonic thoughts of you wanting to strangle your own neck with your hands to take your life, to end your suffering in this cruel world.

nothing in this world could fill the void in your heart, no matter what you do, you interact with others, laugh, smile, sharing memories with them to create this so "bonds" that humans do by getting to know each other but despite being surrounded by those, your heart always felt alone, nobody could understand you, no, nobody will understand, their view of this world is too small while your eyes sees everything, you envy the fact they can smile despite there are humans who are starving in the street, suffering from the loss of friends, family or being alone, finding a reason to live, humans who are suffering from abuse and nobody will lend a help, why this world is so cruel?

I want to die, I want to die, I want to die—

your thoughts are cut off hearing the door opened— ah, you forgot to lock it. but even if you don't lock it as if there are people - or so called "friends" who will visit you. you meet his brown irises to your eyes.

"osa-chan."

"belladonna, you're drinking again."

"join me?"

"why would I refuse a beautiful lady like you?"

the smell of alcohol and the freshly exhaled air from the vape, he took off his coat, he sat down next to you in the couch and take few sips of alcohol, he pulled you closer to his chest and brushed your hair with his slender fingers, "belladonna, it's okay—"

you cut him off, "I know, pitying myself, my life will become an endless nightmare." your eyes stared at his beautiful brown eyes before a tear rolled to your cheek and he wiped it for you, you sniffed and he embraced you to his arms.

so warm

his touches, the way he embraces you, you always feel safe and your heart is forgetting all of the pain that has been stored inside every time he's with you, you cried in his arms and held to the hems of his sleeve.

"may I ask a favor?" you whispered, enough for him to hear.

"you wanted me to keep holding you?" you slight nod and he embraced you tightly to his arms.

"keep holding me, please don't leave.."

"I won't, I will stay by your side." he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I will keep you safe from this nightmare, you can now fall asleep without worrying about those thoughts."

[disgracedprodigy]

welcome, my name is osamu dazai, but you probably knew that already. I'm famous around here, you know? ahh..

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[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏡🧵 home sweet home pt. 1

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: what does it look like to have a normal daily life at dazai's household? just you coming home to your little family after a long and exhaustion work. this is the life you and dazai had been dreaming of.

warning: mentioned of breastfeeding, pranking, anxiety

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i got inspired to write a story when i saw a website that said this song is the most therapeutic breastfeeding song. and it came to happened that dazai was the last anime character i saw that day.

so i was like, hmm...what would it be like to have a family with my suicidal maniac crush? so yeah, here it is.

oh yeah, one last note, i kinda made him self-explanatory character on this one???

song - invisible string by taylor swift

a long day just ended for you as a sigh escaped from your lips. you are on your way home to your little family after doing some shift at the agency.

while waiting for the traffic jam to untangle, you open your phone and reveal the wallpaper that never fails to make you smile whenever you see it.

a picture of your new born baby and your husband, dazai osamu.

the statement never lies, your lips crescent a smile at the sight of your little family. you also decided to call your husband who's on his day off and being a male wife for today.

within a few rings, dazai picked up the phone. the sound of your baby's laughter first rang through the phone, making your smile widen.

"hello, my love~ are you on your way home?" your husband's honeyed voice said through the phone.

your shoulder loses its tense from the fatigue just by hearing the sound of him. "yeah. i'm sorry if i didn't arrive on time, there's a small emergency happened. but atsushi-kun and i have already settled it down before it gets worse."

"of course, my wife is good at solving problems." dazai complimented you. he always knows what is best for you.

"anyways, how's things going there?"

"ooh, wait. hey emi-chan! say hi to mama." you hear a baby noise as your husband shifts his phone onto someone.

"emi-chan~" you cooed, and your five month old baby let out a cute babble just by hearing your voice. it makes you laugh and almost die on your spot due to her overflowing cuteness.

"did you miss mama?" your back rested on the seat as your vehicle started to move. luckily, you had a phone holder in front so you won't have to hold it while driving at the same time.

"yes." dazai said in his baby voice, imitating your daughter.

you let out a giggle. "mama misses you too, emi-chan. when i get home, i will kiss your chubby cheeks and watch cartoons together!"

"yah! what about me?" your another baby—i mean dazai interrupted you. a picture of him pouting already depicted on your mind.

"hmm? are you saying something, emi?" you playfully said. the noises coming from osamu intensify. he was complaining, pouting, and whining at you like a big baby. your big baby.

"ahem! sweetheart, emi-chan just asked me if you miss your husband too?" sensing that you did not plan to respond to him as your husband, he changes his tone into a deeper one, like an incognito voice.

"who's there with you, emi?! did you let someone enter the house?" you continued to play dumb until you finally pulled up to your house where your two babies are in.

dazai was whining on the phone and he seemed to want to fight his daughter just because he didn't receive any attention from you.

ignoring him, you purposely muted the call and lowered the volume as you carefully tip-toed inside the house.

"mommy is such a tease, isn't she?" and there you saw your own family. emi was sitting on her father's lap while chewing her pacifier, and dazai was on the floor, still pouting as he talks to his child who's clearly unaware.

"i'm getting jealous of you now, emi-chan." he jokingly said, booping her nose and then proceeded to bite her chubby cheeks carefully. you forced yourself to swallow the laugh in your throat.

"y/n has been unresponsive for a while, did she end the call?" dazai checked his phone when he realized you had been really quiet. the call was still on, so he sought for you.

"darling? are you still there?"

no answer.

"y/n? hello? sweetie, can you hear me?"

still no answer.

suddenly, his pout turns into a deep frown. you could clearly see that he's becoming worried now to the point that he put emi back to the cradle.

he squatted down to meet his daughter's gaze. dazai holds her little hands to give it some pecks. "emi, my cute little baby…stay here and do not do anything, alright? nothing's wrong so no need to worry. papa will keep you and mama safe."

your heart melted at the scene. no matter how worried he is, dazai wouldn't let himself show his fear in front of his daughter who cannot even understand anything, yet.

you knew you didn't make the wrong choice of starting a family with him.

"papa is just going to call mama." he continued. when you saw him about to pick up his call, you immediately ended the call.

you watch his face become more concerned when the call ends without even saying a goodbye to him.

dazai started to bite his nails, a secret habit of his whenever he feels anxious. without any second wasted, he called your number. the sound of your ringtone made him almost dashed to your hidden spot.

"y/n! my god, you're here!" dazai pulled you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you.

you let out an awkward chuckle. "hi?"

"jesus! don't do it again, please. i thought something happened to you!" dazai buried his face into the crook of your neck. you suddenly feel guilty when you sense his shaky breath.

he is really worried.

a hand if yours traveled into his head to give his fluffy brown hair a soft brush to give him comfort. "i'm sorry, baby. i didn't mean to get you worried. i just want to surprise you."

"it's alright—"

"waaahhhhhh!"

both of your heads immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from, emi was crying. you and osamu's parental instincts kicked in as you literally ran towards her.

you carefully picked her up and cooed. "shh~ mama's here, mama's here. aw, why is my baby emi crying?" you land a kiss on her cheeks that was covered with tears.

dazai gently guided you to sit on the couch. he grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears that emi had shed. "don't cry, emi-chan. we're here now." he mumbled softly.

you checked her diaper, it's not full. you tried to make her laugh, but still emi continues to wail loudly.

a sigh escaped from your lips. you gently rocked her and turned your head to your husband who worriedly gazed at his crying daughter.

"when was the last time she drank milk?" dazai ponders for a moment. his eyes widened when he realized.

"that's right! emi just woke up when you called me. she naps for like two and half hours. no wonder she cries because she's hungry." he explains.

"go and make her baby formula." you instructed him because you are busy soothing your child.

dazai chucked hesitantly. "the thing is, it ran out. emi drank the last baby formula earlier. so, i guess we're going to do the traditional way of feeding her."

"♪ and isn't it just so pretty to think ♪" dazai sang a song you two discovered while randomly streaming on spotify.

"♪ all along there was some ♪" he said to you that this song reminded him of the time when the two of you first met.

"♪ invisible string ♪" singing the invisible string has become his hobby whenever he is watching you putting emi to sleep. the song serves as the lullaby that made her fall asleep.

"♪ tying you to me~? ♪" your husband dedicated this song to you. not only it became your couple's love song, wedding song, and now your daughter's lullaby.

overall, this is a sweet moment. but it doesn't…

you tried not to lash out of dazai when he was right there beside you, watching how you breastfeed your daughter. his hands were fixed on emi's tiny ones, caging it playfully and made her squirm. which causes her to latches on your sore breast a bit harder than the usual sucking.

"osamu, for god's sake…let her feed in peace! and why are you even watching me feed her?" you caresses her head gently, making sure that she would not freak out at your little yell.

your husband rolled his eyes. "why not? i've also experienced that before…being fed by you—so, no need to be so shy about me witnessing it." this man had an audacity to make a dirty foreshadow in front of your daughter.

a pillow flew on his straight into his face. "osamu! i swear, get out for a moment." you tried to calm yourself. but dazai doesn't care and continued to play with emi, resting his head on your shoulder.

meanwhile, your little princess was in no mood to play with her daddy. emi got irritated because she couldn't move her hands, dazai has them. so, she let out a squirm and then a whine.

acting hurriedly, you rock her while giving your biggest death glare on your husband.

"welp…" dazai took the cue as he sheepishly go out of the room, finally giving you and emi some private time together.

"daddy is such a crackhead, isn't he?" you talked to your daughter who just looked at you with her big beautiful eyes while sucking your breast. you couldn't help but to squeal at your daughter.

"and you're such a cutie, emi-emi!"

©luvvixu2023

[konjaku]

合歓木[Nemunoki] Albizia julibrissin

The name of its kanji is an ateji(substitute characters) and its reading means 眠りの木[Nemuri no ki](Tree of sleep).

「夏の花が好きなひとは、夏に死ぬつていふけれども、本當かしら。」 けふもお母さまは、私の畑仕事をじつと見ていらして、ふいとそんな事をおつしやつた。私は默つておナスに水をやつてゐた。ああ、さういへば、もう初夏だ。 「私は、ねむの花が好きなんだけれども、ここのお庭には、一本も無いのね。」 と、お母さまは、また、しづかにおつしやる。 「夾竹桃がたくさんあるぢやないの。」 私は、わざと、つつけんどんな口調で言つた。 「あれは、きらひなの。夏の花は、たいていすきだけど、あれは、おきやんすぎて。」 「私なら薔薇がいいな。だけど、あれは四季咲󠄁きだから、薔薇の好きなひとは、春に死んで、夏に死んで、秋に死んで、冬に死んで、四度も死に直さなければいけないの。」

[「Natsu no hana ga suki na hito wa, natsu ni shinu tte iu keredomo, hontō kashira.」 Kyō mo okaasama wa, watashi no hatakeshigoto wo jitto mite irashite, fui to sonna koto wo osshatta. Watashi wa damatte onasu ni mizu wo yatte ita. Ā, sō ieba, mō shoka da. 「Watashi wa, nemu no hana ga suki nanda keredomo, koko no oniwa niwa, ippon mo naino ne.」 to, okaasama wa, mata, shizuka ni ossharu. 「Kyōchikutō ga aru ja naino.」 Watashi wa, wazato, tsukkendon na kuchō de itta. 「Are wa, kirai nano. Natsu no hana wa, taitei suki dakedo, are wa, okyan sugite.」 「Watashi nara bara ga iina. Dakedo, are wa shikizaki dakara, bara no suki na hito wa, haru ni shinde, natsu ni shinde, aki ni shinde, fuyu ni shinde, yotabi mo shininaosanakereba ikenaino?」]

"They say that people who love summer flowers die in summer, is that true?" Today, as my mother was watching me work in the fields again, happened to say something like that. I was watering the eggplants mutely. Ah, come to think of it, it's already early summer. "I like flowers of Nemu(Silk tree), but there is none (of that tree) in this garden." My mother says quietly again. "There's a lot of Kyōchikutō(Oleander)." I said in a deliberately brusque tone. "I don't like them. I like most of the summer flowers, but that one is too pert for me." "I love roses. But those bloom in all seasons, so does a person who likes roses have to die in spring, die in summer, die in autumn, die in winter, and die again four times that way?" From 斜陽[Shayō](The Setting Sun) by 太宰 治[Dazai Osamu] Source : https://dl.ndl.go.jp/pid/1086017/1/37

Novelist 檀 一雄[Dan Kazuo], who was having drinks with several people at a bar, later wrote that Dazai was severely asked by Poet 中原 中也[Nakahara Chūya] what his favorite flower was, to which he replied "Peach blossom". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chūya_Nakahara

Today, June 19, is the day of Dazai Osamu's birth and the anniversary of his suicidal corpse was found, 桜桃忌[Ōtōki]. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osamu_Dazai https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E7emJHLDkw

[illegal-spiegel]

Right Out of a Fairyjail

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x gn!reader

Genre: angst? fluff? idek man

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: You meet Dazai in jail and are instantly annoyed by him. Why is he so dramatic? Will he ever shut up? Why is he so nosey?

WC: 1.5k words

A/N: lol I wrote this for a friend's OC and just changed the name. So sorry if you find any errors and if Dazai is OOC </3 also get the title? like fairyTALE lol-

"Whatcha in for?" 

You look up from your nails that you were picking at to look at who spoke. Across from you sat a man with bandages wrapped around his arms and neck. 

You raise a single brow in question, trying to decipher if he was indeed talking to you or not. He’s currently staring you down, so he must be, but why would he be asking you such a personal question? 

“What, cat got your tongue? I know, I know. I’m quite the looker. I’m going to have to ask you to please refrain from falling in love with me though. I already have quite the trail of broken hearts I’ve left behind and I’d hate to add another to the path,” he says dramatically, placing a hand on his chest and faking solemn. 

You do nothing but snort before looking right back down at your hand, using your thumb to scrape out dirt from underneath the middle finger’s nail. “Why are you laughing?” No response. “Am I really so good-looking that the cat has *actually stolen your tongue?” You don’t look up this time. “Oh, I see. You must be mute. Clearly, you aren’t deaf since you looked up when I first spoke.” What is *with this guy? “Was it some terrible, horrible, grotesque accident or were you just born that way?” he continues to pry. You’re honestly flabbergasted by how rude and disrespectful this guy is. He has no shame. 

You sigh and drop your hands into your lap, looking through both of your and his cells’ bars to look into his face. “Are you always this charming or am I just receiving special treatment?” you ask sarcastically, giving him a blank look. 

“Fuck!” he suddenly screams, genuinely looking panicked and honestly freaking you out a bit. “I’m being charming! Shit! Well, there goes your poor little heart. I’m so sorry. I was trying to warn you and was doing my best to be ugly, but with a face like this, I guess it’s just impossible,” he pretends to cry, wiping at his dry eyes and shaking his head as if he’s ridden with guilt. 

You continue to stare at him, expression completely blank and yet another sigh leaving you. You’re already dreading the whole process of being arrested and having to get out of here, but this guy is making it that much worse. 

When you don’t respond, he opens his eyes and raises his head to see what your reaction is. Finding you completely unamused, he blows a raspberry as he leans against his bars. “You’re no fun,” he whines, pouting at you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I came to jail to have fun,” you sassily remark, rolling your eyes. 

“What? That’s the only reason I came! Are you saying jail *isn’t fun?” he shrieks, trying to shake the bars. He then presses his face to the bars and looks left and right, finding an officer standing guard not too far away. “You *lied to me? After all this time? I thought…I thought what we had was special!” he screams, pretending to sob. 

“Shut it, Dazai,” the officer gripes, seeming just as annoyed with him as you. 

“Officer Foster, you wound me,” he pretends to cry, pouting at the man and again wiping at his completely dry face. 

“Have you ever done theater?” you suddenly ask, standing up yourself and walking to your cell’s bars too. His attention turns back to you and he raises a brow. 

“What? No. Why?” he asks, seemingly to be genuinely confused. 

You can’t help but snort. He’s so dramatic and actually a pretty good actor, yet he didn’t get those skills from something as basic as acting in a school play. Interesting. “No reason.” 

“Hm. Well, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Which was…?”

“Whatcha in for?” he repeats from before, his brown eyes seeming to glint in the dim lighting.

“Oh, forgive me. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you, a complete and total stranger, such information,” you say sarcastically, pretending to be ashamed. 

He grins at you. “It’s okay! No hard feelings! All is forgiven!” he teases, smirking at you. You drop the act and gives him a bored look. 

“I really don’t see how it’s any of your business,” you respond, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“What if I go first? Will you tell me then?” he offers, leaning closer to you in his cage. 

“Why so interested?” you counters, tilting your head. 

“No particular reason. I may or may not have been here a few times and yet this is the first I’ve seen such a pretty specimen like yourself locked up in the joint. Plenty of big, scary men with tattoos and mustaches, but no dainty cuties like yourself. Color me curious,” he explains, that ever-present smirk back. 

“Did you just call me a specimen?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him. 

“Anyway, I digress,” he ignores, “So, we got a deal or what?” 

“Sure, whatever,” you grumble, pressing your temple to the cool metal of the bar as you watch him. 

“Excellent!” he shouts, cheering and jumping like he just won the lottery. He then suddenly grows serious as he tightly grips the bars, his expression suddenly grim. “I murdered a man.” 

Your brows furrow but other than that, you don’t react. Dazai’s brow raises just a hair as he leans impossibly closer to the bars, waiting for some big reaction that’s not coming. After a pregnant silence, he lets out a groan and throws his head back. “You really aren’t any fun at all! That normally always gets people! They either freak out and become scared of me, or they suddenly act like we’re brothers from another mother and ask me for details.” You just continue to stare, clearly unimpressed with him. You knew he was lying. 

He blows a raspberry as he’s trying to get brown hair out of his face, his lips pouty. When that fails, his head whips to the side to get the hair out of his eyes only for it to return right back where it was after a few short moments. “Okay. Truth is, I *almost killed a guy. Kinda. It’s a long story. All you need to know is that he deserved it and I’m an innocent man!” he states dramatically, returning to trying to shake the bars. 

You give a disbelieving hum as you nod your head, turning to walk back to your seat. “Right, of course you are,” you pretend to agree, nodding your head. 

“Well? What’s your story? Why are you in the slammer?” 

You stop right in front of the bench that you were sitting on previously, staring down at it and looking at all the carvings on it. “Still don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you respond sassily, turning to take your seat once more. He starts whining. Typical. 

“C’mon! Don’t be such a sourpuss! I told you why I’m here! It’s only fair you share as well!” he continues to whine and shout. 

“I never asked you to share,” you reason, smirking at him. He opens his mouth a few times and closes it, pondering your words. 

“But you agreed to it!” he argues. 

“Did we shake on it?” 

“No, but-”

“Did you make me swear to it?” 

“Well, no. But-”

“Did you make me do the very serious pinky promise?” 

“Would you stop that? I’m being serious here!” he cries, pouting at you. You chuckle and crosses one leg over the other, giving him a once-over. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all. He’s very entertaining. 

“Fine. I’ll tell you,” you agree, watching him perk up. He then stares at you, excitement and intrigue written all over his face. Your smirk only grows when you don’t continue after that, watching his face slowly fall and impatience start settling in. 

“Gah! C’mon! Out with it! I’m dying here! I gotta know!” 

You hum as you lean back against the concrete wall, crossing your arms over your chest. “I killed a man…” you admit softly for only him, and possibly other inmates, to hear. Wow, that felt good to get off your chest. You might as well confess your sins to someone who you’ll never see again. 

You watch Dazai, waiting for a reaction just as he had done earlier. His expression falls and in its place confusion takes place, trying to figure out if you are joking or not much like he was earlier. You stare at each other for a long moment, trying to figure out what the other is thinking. 

Before either of you could say anything more though, the guard from before is walking over to your cell. “Alright, we can’t hold you any longer. You’re free to go…” You hum and stand up, dusting yourself off as you walk towards the door. 

Once it’s unlocked and screeching loudly on its hinges as it opens up, you walk out and pause in the hallway. You look into Dazai’s cell, finding that his eyes had never left you. “Maybe we’ll see each other again. You said you come here on occasion, no?” you tease, smirking at him. And with that, you start walking away. 

“Wait!” You pause, turning to look over your shoulder at him. “Can I at least know your name?” You smile at this, facing forward again. 

“(Y/n),” you state simply before continuing to walk without learning his name in return. It’d be best if he never saw you again. 

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃

— osamu dazai x fem!oc

MASTERLIST + PROLOGUE

synopsis. in the quiet torment of ino hayakawa's unraveling mind, the only solace from the power that consumes her with each breath is found in the touch of Osamu Dazai. yet, he is the one man she can never fully trust, even as his presence holds the key to her fragile existence.

warnings. graphic violence, murder, disorder eating, implied sexual threats, explicit sexual content, mentions of r*pe and blood. tags. dazai x fem!oc, enemies to lovers, angst with happy ending, trauma, tragedy, heavy pining/yearning, suggestive, oc is a mind reader.

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MAIN CHARACTERS

Ino Hayakawa, 21 - Chorus of the Unheard

Osamu Dazai, 22 - No Longer Human

Hayakawa Ino stumbled into the alley, her body trembling, vision swimming. Every inch of her felt like it was breaking apart, blood trailing in crimson drops behind her. It wouldn't take long for someone to find her—maybe the cops, maybe something worse—but she didn't care. She didn't feel anything but the weight of her rage and exhaustion crashing over her like a tidal wave.

What the hell was she doing?

Her mind screamed, the same way it had when she plunged the knife again and again into the body of that man—that monster. But the truth gnawed at her. She was the monster now. The memory of his lifeless, mutilated body flashed before her eyes, and nausea bubbled in her chest. She couldn't tell if it was the pain or the shame that made her want to collapse.

She kept walking. The street was too loud, too full of voices, even though no one said a word. She could hear every single thought of the people around her—safe, cozy in their homes, worrying about their families, their jobs, their futures. Meanwhile, she was dying. Alone. Unheard.

Like always.

Her head spun with the voices, louder, faster, blending together until it felt like her brain might explode. She pressed her hands to her ears as if that would help, her bloodied fingers trembling.

"Shut up. Shut up... I don't care what any of you are thinking." Her voice was barely a whisper, raw with desperation. "Just shut up!"

But the voices only grew louder, tearing at her, suffocating her in their relentless flood of thoughts, anxieties, desires. She stumbled, her knees giving out beneath her, and she crashed onto the ground. Cold pavement scraped her skin, but she barely registered it. She was slipping, her energy draining, her blood pooling beneath her.

This is it, isn't it?

She felt the weight of her guilt more than the pain. What had she become? A killer. A murderer. And for what? To silence one twisted soul? To stop hearing the disgusting thoughts of that man only to drown in the noise of a hundred others? It was useless. She was useless.

Her thoughts turned to Hidan. What had he thought in those last moments? Did he hate her as the blood bloomed from his chest? Did he see her as a traitor? She clenched her fists weakly. She wished—God, she wished—he didn't hate her. That he didn't die thinking she was a monster too.

A sound. The crunch of a footstep.

Ino's heart raced. Someone was there, standing beside her, but—no thoughts? There was nothing. Not a single voice. Her mind was still flooded with the noise of the residents in the surrounding houses, but this person? Nothing.

Who—

The figure knelt in front of her, and she could make out the muted details of his appearance through her hazy vision: dark brown shoes, beige pants, a sand-colored coat. A bandaged hand reached out toward her face, and she flinched slightly, expecting a final blow. But instead, his bare palm pressed gently against her forehead.

The touch was warm—so warm.

And then... silence.

For the first time in as long as she could remember, the world was quiet. The endless chorus of voices—the thoughts of others that had plagued her since she was a child—were gone. Vanished. Only her own thoughts remained, and even those were muted, distant.

So quiet...

It was like nothing she'd ever experienced—no more thoughts pounding in her skull, no more cries for help, no more endless noise. Just... peace. Pure, overwhelming peace. She could finally breathe. Her lips trembled into a weak smile as her eyelids grew heavy.

This is heaven, she thought. But... no, I'm going to hell, aren't I?

Yet, for just a moment, she allowed herself to believe it. That she was in heaven. That everything was over. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the world dissolved into darkness.

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