#my Conyent (TM)

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Me: what a beautiful wedding!

K.isuke: yes but what a shame the Bride( @camellias-and-coriander )’s groom is Trying To Over Throw the S.oul Society to create a new world order. 😔

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I have no good excuse for this

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Worth It

Words: 1,149

K.isuke x OC (OC is me, surprise!)

For a tiny bit of context, one of Yen’s main shinigami powers is to teleport. This takes place towards the beginning of “TYBW”

Despite the picturesque barren wastelands that surrounded them, Yen was grateful for the small bit of shelter provided by the small tent Kisuke had set up for his base of operations. The ever present Hueco Mundo moon was beautiful but the sight had long lost its luster from her century stint isolated in the Hollows’ domain. The constant reminder that she was back in such a tumultuous environment would no doubt add to her anxieties about the current situation.

“You know, there are easier ways to make a trench then pacing like that...” she looked over at the source of the teasing remark, knocked out of her thoughts. Kisuke’s back was still turned, focused on his newest impromptu science project, a badge dropped by a recently defeated Quincy. He had barely moved since he started so she had (wrongly) assumed he was too focused on his task to pay her much attention. He had told her to keep watch over Chad and Orihime to make sure they stayed out of trouble, but even she knew that was probably more to distract her from overthinking more than anything. Kisuke was almost always very considerate I’m his own unique way...

“Sorry to disturb you...” if she was just going to get in the way, why was she even here with him... she had barely done anything useful since they got here besides navigating the desert but even that didn’t seem to impact much.

“Don’t worry about it.” Predictably Kisuke idly waved off her comment. “I’m the one who brought you back here. After all that you’ve been through... I’d be more surprised if you weren’t antsy.” He chuckled, obviously feeling a little guilty.

She didn’t blame him of course. Who could ever see any of this coming: the quincies’ return, their incredible power, and their bankai stealing tech...

Well, in retrospect, this was bound to happen eventually... the main cause for panic was that Kisuke seemed to be just as thrown off as everyone else. She hadn’t realized how much comfort came from him always seeming to know what’s next until now. She had been guilty of rolling her eyes as he time and time again seemed to always be 7 steps ahead and while she knew he wouldn’t let this, or anything really, stop him, but she couldn’t help but feel hopeless.

As much as she disliked the Soul Society, she couldn’t help but think back to those days when things were simpler. And perhaps remembering her and Kisuke’s younger days was what brought the idea to her head...

It was crazy, extremely crazy, but if it worked she could fix everything! Better yet, she could stop all of this before it began!

As much as she hated to disturb his work, Yen took a seat on the ground behind him, back to back. She quickly thought of how to brosch the subject before spoke up again “Remember back in school when I was first getting the hang of my powers? It was so difficult but you seemed to figure it out immediately...”

“Well, to be fair, teleportation is a tricky beast. Plus, I’m always happy to help you, I hope you know that...” He chuckled and shifted uncomfortably after the saying last part.

“Weeellll... “ she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Kisuke, as aware as ever, leaned back a little against her as if to silently urge her to speak her mind. “I remember you mentioning how linked space and time travel are so I was wondering...“

Kisuke’s slouch suddenly stiffened, followed by the sound of something dropping. He muttered a curse to himself before quickly recovering.

Sensing the sudden tension, Yen pulled both her knees up to her chest and stared straight ahead. Against her better judgement, she continued “You said with my ability it should be possible. If I could go back even a week or so and warn you maybe... so at least we’re a little more prepared... it wouldn’t hurt?”

There was a pause before Kisuke answered his voice lacking his usual lackadaisical lilt, “I’ve already considered that...”

Yen scoffed, of course he did. This instilled some confidence in her, maybe she could convince him afterall. “If it would help even a little bit I’m more than willing to-“

“No.”

“... huh?...”

“I said, no...” Kisuke signed suddenly sounding tired. “The risk outweighs the reward. It wouldn’t be worth it.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh...” Yen faltered for a second before considering his words “Wait... how??? How would buying us more time be less important than anything else?”

“Time Travel is way more complex than that, Yen.”

“But back then you were adamant about the possibility of it all. You were itching to try it, it just spooked me is why I didn’t go along with it. I’m volunteering now so what changed? Worst case scenario, I’m lost in time somewhere? But at least we tried right? And if anyone could figure it out it’s you.”

“Worst case scenario, you blink out of existence? Worst case scenario, you get slowly torn apart by some tear in spacetime? Worst case scenario, you get thrown so far off and can’t get back. Worst case scenario....” he let out a shaky sigh before continuing “Worst case scenario, you’re gone, again, it’s my fault, again, and there’s nothing I can do to get you back...”

Despite the sternness of his voice, Yen could feel him shaking slightly behind her. “When you came back, I promised myself I wouldn’t put you in a situation where you’d be alone again... ” he took a moment to collect himself before continuing, “I know you think you always have to be useful and strong and selfless but you being here.. means the world to me.”

He looked over his shoulder at her hoping his sincerity was clear. “It was selfish of me to want to put you through that for my own curiosity’s sake back then...” he scoffed to himself “It’s selfish of me now to want to keep you safe and close above all else. But if that means I have to work harder now to ensure that, then it’s worth the effort...” he fully turns to face her now, grabbing her hand and squeezing it “You are worth the effort, ok?”

Even with part of his face shaded by his hat, Yen could see the fiery determination in his eyes. As mysterious and flippant as he can be sometimes, when Kisuke Urahara set his mind to something, he could do anything.

Knowing she was one of the targets of the passion of his flustered (and slightly confused) her but she believed in him more than anyone.

She nodded curtly, trying to mirror his determination but failed immediately when his lopsided grin returned to his face and he drew her hand up to give the back of it a kiss.

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He was a skaterboy/he said “I have over 500 confirmed kills” >:3€

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Mood board for when @futureschemistry tells you they skipped The Dark Era arc in season 2

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I drew Lua cause I’m procrastinating on finishing a mini comic:

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This came to me out of no where whoops

Summary: Two “friends” bicker like an old married couple. idk what summary or what to title this soz

Chirp

Yen groaned as her phone tweeted a text tone she knew all too well. “Just a few more minutes...” she muttered to herself, focusing on the the gauntlet she was commissioned to make.

Chirp

She was hoping (in vain) that her tried and true method of ignoring things until they went away wouldn’t fail her this time. Most people got the hint that she was busy and she’d talk to them later.

Chirp

Most people.

Chirp.

She could silence her phone but she told herself that possible clients could call on her at anytime for repairs or more commissions.

Yeah... that’s definitely why she put up with his tomfoolery...

Chirp.

“Please..” she begged at some unseen force.

Chirp.

“Just”

Chirp

“Let”

Chirp

“Me”

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“UGH FINE! FINE! OK? YOU WIN!”

Chirp

She snatched the accursed machine and looked to see what this pompous peacock wanted. She wasn’t surprised at the text messages:

-Hey

-Hellloooooo?

-Come on I know you’re there.

-You never leave your apartment.

-... ok... that was a bit rude -Very true.

-But rude

-Sorry

-Open up... pwease

-🥺

She sighed and walked over to her picturesque alley facing balcony and slide open the window before stepping to the side.

She’d barely gotten out of the way before a whoosh accompanied by a flash of red greeted her. She slid the window closed.

She thanked god her studio apartment had high ceilings as the number two hero tuck and rolled onto his feet, making sure to add a unnecessary flourish at the end of his maneuver.

After flashing a glance over his shoulder to make sure Yen indeed saw his flashy stunt, spun to face her. “Greetings citizen! Your favorite hero has arrived” he ended with a wink that made Yen roll her eyes.

“I’m more of an Edgeshot fan,” She quipped, strolling past his to pick up any papers his entrance had displaced before sitting back at her work station to get back to her task.

“Harsh.” He scoffed. “Well, I guess that’s why he’s the number one hero. Oh wait!” He feigned shock before fluffing out his feathers “That’s me.”

“First of all,” She spun around in her chair jabbing a pencil in his direction. “You’re the number two hero, Toucan Sam. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I’m number one in the popularity vote. That counts!”

“No it doesn’t.”

He stuck his lip out in a childish pout before huffing indignantly.

She spun back to her work, hoping maybe he’d leave her be to finish up. Her hopes were crushed when shortly after, she felt the weight of someone leaning on the back of her chair. “Yennnnnnnnn” the perpetrator whined, his head on top of hers.

“Whaaaaaaat” she mocked. He was oddly needy today, even for him.

“Pay attention to meeee.” He drawled, wrapping his arms around her. She fought back a blush at this meaningless action for some reason.

His wings wrapped around her blocking her from her work “Hawks I really need to-“ she stopped, taking in the red plumage in front of her. There were a lot fewer feathers than usual to the point she was surprised he made it to her side of town. “Hey, is everything-“

Hawks must have noticed her putting things together cause his wings snapped back behind him, away from her view. She turned to really look at his face, noticing how tired he looked...

He pivoted away from her scrutiny and sat down on her couch a ways away “So there’s this new show I wanted to check out. Pretty sure you mentioned it to me months ago but it’s streaming now so...” he shot her an earnest smile.

She sighed and closed her eyes before getting up and taking a seat next to him. “I told you I knew where we could watch it.”

“Illegally?”

“Well... yeah. What are you gonna turn me in, DodoCop?”

“Psh no, but you obviously don’t care about my squeaky clean criminal record. I have an image to keep up after all.”

“Uh-huh...”

“I can see the headlines now: Handsome Hero Hawks fraternizing with Terrible Torrenting Tyrant!”

“Yeah yeah, I won’t tarnish your Number 2 spot, Big Bird. Don’t get your wings in a bunch.”

“I told you Im number one in popularity, Pidge.”

“Still doesn’t count, hotshot.”

She ignored the way he shifted closer to her as the show went on and how relieved she was he was safe. And he didn’t comment when she fell asleep on his shoulder halfway through the season or how happy he was to be here with her.

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This is how love works right?  Some context if anyone is :

Basically Yen was a very good archer but when the war started she had to become an assassin to kinda make ends meet. Her first assassin job was to take care of whatever was lurking in the run down monastery, and she found Dimi just kinda sitting there, “sulking”. She’s not used to just killing people without it being self defense or to protect others, so she can’t bring herself to just kill him when he’s not doing anything?? She keeps checking to see if he’s moved but he just sits there not moving for days so she’s just kinda is like “he’s gonna starve to death at this rate, maybe I’ll roll something over to him and get some sort of reaction out of him?” But at the last minute, he shifted a little and she panics and fucking chucks an apple at his head instead. And so it begins

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*jonh mulaney voice* my boyfriend is a bitch and i like him so much 

Based on this:

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I never posted my 3H s/i’s ref that I made months ago so *gestures vaguely*

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I started this months ago but got bored and finished it tonight so here take this

I am so bad at endings jfc.

In which feelings are gross 

The door slammed behind her as she walked over to the crumpled figure on the couch.

“Finally! Took you long enough.” He teased between wincing as he moved to sit up.

She was silent as she moved to his side and opened the pack of bandages.

“I got it!” reaching the bandages in her hand before pausing at the pointed look he got. If he wasn’t in such piss-poor shape already, he’s sure she would’ve slapped his hand away at the attempt. The unharmed wing on his back twitched slightly; this silence was weird even for her. No sarcastic quip or punny nickname crossed her lips. Just silence as she set to work wrapping the injured wing. She wore the same concentrated scowl she has when working on one of her projects. While he usually knew not to disturb her when she was this focused, he was never very comfortable with silence and the serious atmosphere was hurting him more his injuries. “Soooo... you can guess how my day was. How was your day?”

“Fine.”

He winced at that... If he wasn’t sure if she was mad at him before, he’s positive now. He had two options: either sit in this suffocating silence and wait for her to calm down on her own, or try and coax a reason for the clipped responses from her at risk of making her more upset.

“You gonna tell me what’s got your feather ruffled, sweet pea? Or are we in for a rousing game of 20 questions?”

“I’m fine.” She robotically recited. Not looking up from her first aid.

He’s not particularly surprised she pulled that one out. She’ll urge him to talk about his problems constantly but never seemed willing let him return the favor. That was one of the few things they had in common. Another was her stubbornness, which he could easily match if the situation demanded it.

“Hmm. Don’t remember asking you how you looked. But, yes, you are very fine.” He didn’t miss the quick pause in her movements or the smile she was trying (and failing to hide). Both telltale signs she was flustered by his casual flirtation.

It was short-lived however, as she huffed out of her nose and refocused on wrapping. He knew the task would’ve been done already if he had gone to a hospital but considering the damage from the building collapse and the increase in villain activity in general, the hospitals in the area would be busy enough without another patient. He’s felt worse after all...

“You don’t have on off switch, do you wing-nut?” She muttered. At this point she was just fiddling with a loose fallen feather to avoid his sharp eyes. He was surprised there were any left after today’s incident. “I’ll have to readjust this tomorrow when your feathers grow back...” he was aware this was more a mental-note to herself than a statement directed at him but, as per usual, he chimed in anyway.

“Guess I’ll have to spend the night again huh? I have to report all this but it shouldn’t take long. And two movie nights this week instead of just one sounds heavenly. What are we ordering?” He reclined back again favoring his “good side” as to not compromise her work.

For the first time since she had returned from the store she looked at him, seeming to debate on whether to say something or not. “Never told me what you’re so upset about...” she moved to get up but, he anticipated her avoidance, and grabbed her hand. “Nope. I’m not letting you go that easily.” She focuses her gaze on her feet as he softened his tone. “Just tell me... ok? I can’t help if you don’t-“

“Why are you here?” She suddenly asked, clenching her free hand.

“You mean like, philosophically or...?”

“This isn’t a joke!” She snapped making him fall silent. “Why are you here instead of, I don’t know, a hospital? A vet? Where ever you go to take care of... this!” She gestures to his sorry state on her couch. “What is with you and your refusal to take care of yourself! You work yourself half to death, you barely eat and when you do it’s junk, you have one of the most stressful and dangerous jobs out there. People depend on you! I don’t know whether to be mad at you for being reckless or at myself for caring so much while letting you do this to yourself!”

A long silence follows as she looks to the floor again. He had to admit he was thrown off by this outburst for many reasons. He liked that she tended to keep her cool in most situations (particularly because it was amusing trying to rouse a flustered response out of her). This meant this had been troubling her for a while.

What they were didn’t have a name, friends but that seemed like an understatement. Keigo didn’t make a habit of getting close to people for several reasons. And he guessed that being alone came with a certain amount of freedom: freedom to do what he wants, when he wants, as much as his job allowed. And what he wanted was to protect those who needed him, regardless of what happened to him...

But then she came along and piqued his curiosity. This wasn’t supposed to turn into... whatever “this” is. It wasn’t supposed to become movie nights and good morning texts and lunch dates and him half dead on her doorstep cause he wanted- no- needed her right now.

By now she had softly sat next to him giving him space that he didn’t ask for or want. He sighed, and scratched his head. He was drawing a blank on what to say not because he didn’t know what to say but because what he had to say was one step deeper into whatever they’ve fallen into. He glanced up at her, their eyes met briefly and he knew he didn’t want to do this without her. In his life he didn’t get to want things... but he wanted her by his side through all “this”.

Deep breath.

He squeezed her hand gently to get her attention. “I didn’t know you cared so much...” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant, probing to see any hint that she felt the same way. This wasn’t his decision alone after all...

“Kei, of course I care...” she let out a shaky breath. She was back to not looking at him. “ but I want you to care about yourself though. That’s more important.”

“I think... that’s why I came to you.” While he was used to speaking his mind this felt different some how like he had to inch across a frozen pond to get to his point. To get to her. “You care, a lot. I know a lot of people but I trust you the most because you care...”

She looked up at him, his eyes were focused on something in the distance. She knew whatever he was seeing wasn’t something she could see but she let him take his time.

“I don’t know how to explain it but... I feel at home with you... I know this is a bit much but... today was a lot... And I just wanted to see you...”

Again, silence. His hands shook as he waited for an answer. A look. Anything.

She sighed and squeezed his hand back as he had done to get his attention. She was trying to hide it but she has a small sad smile on her face. “The last time I checked, indestructible was not a part of your quirk.” She playfully scolded. “ I’m sorry for blowing up at you... just... try to be more careful, ok? Ideally, you’d do that for you, but until you realize you’re more than ‘Winged Hero Hawks’, just do that for the people you protect...” she opened her mouth as to add something but stopped herself.

He held up a fist, awaiting a bump from her but after looking at his hand with an unfamiliar look in her eyes, she pulled him into a tight hug. He half chuckled, half winced at this, causing her shoot away from him and stutter out an apology. He laughed again gently pulling her closer with his good arm and sliding his hand into hers. She leaned lightly into him tilting her head slightly towards him as he squeezed her hand again.

Hawks didn’t know what “this” was: the feeling in his chest, the soaring of his heart, how his stomach felt like it was doing barrel rolls, but he knew he’d never want to let it go.

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Me @ me: make actual content please

Me: more memes

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Let Go

Watched a bit more of season 7. Made myself sad. This happened. Bon appetite.

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One of the good things about the city was the number of large books stores and libraries around. It would take a normal person months just to go through one street’s collection novels.

Or if you’re an anxious bunny, it would take about a week.

Lua snapped the book she had just finished closed and tossed it to the other side of the bed. The story had started out cheerful but became more complicated and dark as she read on. “And of course it left off on a cliffhanger. Ugh...” she scoffed to no one. She was currently sharing a room with Qrow but he was out for who knows how long...

She hadn’t seen or spoken to him in days, a huge change from how much they talked before coming to Atlas. It made sense: when she wasn’t in her room reading, she had taken to busying herself with the many missions available in the city. And these days Qrow was usually off with... someone else.

That thought sparked something in her... something unfamiliar. She shook her head, and leaped off her bunk. Her mind started racing, she could see if any of the kids were training maybe so she could give them pointers. Or! She could see if any of the staff needed an extra hand! Maybe ask Blake if she had any book recommendations, or sit outside and draw. She hadn’t done that in a whi-

Lost in thought she ran straight into someone in the hallway.

“Sorry” she murmured, stumbling backwards.

The person chuckled. “Would you look at that, right on que!”

The voice made Lua stiffen. She didn’t have to look to know she had bumped into Clover or that if he was here then-

“Hey, Lu. Lucky to we ran into you.” Qrow walked into view. He looked lighter, more relaxed. She knew why. Envying Ren’s semblance, she tried to shrink in on herself.

Yeah. “Lucky”...

“We were just heading out to grab a bite and Qrow wanted to see if you wanted to tag along?” Clover continued, gently nudging the other’s man’s shoulder.

They’re really good for each other...

“No I’m fine. You two have fun though.” Throwing on a small smile she returned his look. She found herself wishing there was something in his eyes. Some hidden malice, something to validate this feeling she had when she was around him. But his eyes, the way he carried himself, his smile; they all projected well-earned confidence. Like looking at the sun.

Qrow needs someone like that...

She focused downward again and turned, tempted to run. She might’ve if a hand hadn’t caught her shoulder.

Qrow lightly squeezed her shoulder. “Lu, we’ve barely spoken since we got here... I miss you” He muttered that last part and Lua felt sick to her stomach.

“There’s a great place not too far from here, lively atmosphere, not to pricey, and the food is amazing! From what Qrow has mentioned about you, Lu, I’m sure you’d-“

She suddenly shook off Qrow’s hand and rounded on the Ace-Op. “Don’t Call Me That!” She spat at him, practically snarling.

The hallway’s silence became deafening as what she had just done hit her. Clover looked rightfully taken aback. She didn’t dare look at Qrow.

Before anyone else could move, Lua spun around and ran.

Childish. So childish.

She berated herself. She should be happy for them, she should be glad things are turning out well for her friend. She was in the wrong here.

Her eyes stung as she ran, the base suddenly feeling too cramped. She burst out of the building, the cold air making her throat feel raw. Eventually, she flopped down on a bench, out of breath. Her head in her hands, she closed her eyes and tried her best to breathe and force down whatever this feeling was. Things were complicated enough without her pettiness. She didn’t need to feel this way. She didn’t want to feel this.

So why...

She ignored the rushed foot steps approaching her until they stopped right behind her. She cursed her intuition, as if her knowing who had followed her out here would change anything...

“What was that about?” Qrow barked. He was also out of breath, as if he’d run after her...

Why..?

She was reminded of their school days. When she’d run away after helping him with how clumsy he could be (which she now knew was mostly his semblance’s doing).

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to chase white rabbits?” She quoted herself from back then. It was just an old wives tale but she couldn’t but chuckle at the irony of it.

“What’s wrong, Lu? Tell me.” He pleaded. “You’re the one who always said we need to communicate if we want this friendship to work.” He took a step closer reaching a hand out.

She recalled many people describing Qrow Branwen as cold and sarcastic. Nothing but trouble. She was one of those people with once. She now knew she had been ill-informed... he was one of the sweetest people she’d ever met. She valued their talks and his dumb jokes and how much he cared. That was the real Qrow. She was honored she got to know that side of him.

He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves so much better than you.

As she stared at his outstretched arm, she was reminded of something one of the other Ace Ops had said. About hunters and friendship. About keeping work and emotions separate.

It was for the best. You’re holding him back.

Lua’s throat burned as she forced herself to say what she knew she had to.

“We’re not friends, Branwen. We’re teammates. Fellow hunters. That’s it.” She met his pleading stare with her cold one. She spared him a small smile as she watched his emotions shift from confusion to sadness and finally to anger. He turned from her, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched. She watched him go, the burning in her throat fiercely blazing as she fought down the urge to run to him. To apologize. But instead, she closed her eyes and breathed.

This was for his own good.

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Ok sooooo uhhhhhhhh I maybe have two separate branches of what happens when Yen goes to Yokohama. One she joins the ADA and one she’s forced to work working at the Special Abilities Department (place where Ango works). This fic is set in the latter. (I’m gonna have to wxplain all this eventually are I? uwu);;;;;;;)

Anyway, This is what happens when you talk too much to @blackquills-wife aka Mary “I love Ango hhhh” Sakaguchi. :| 

In which Ango worries a lot and Yen and Dazai are obnoxiously unaware of how in love they are.

Ango Sakaguchi did not get his job by being careless. The success of his work was very much dependent on him being in top of things. He had to manage all those under him and did so professionally and efficiently.

This is why he had made a habit of checking on Yen as often as he does. A few times a week, he’d walk her out of their shared work building, chat with her over lunch, always asking about how she was and how she was adjusting to her fairly new life in Yokohama.

Yen herself was oddly perfect for her job: she followed orders to a tee, never talked back and was always reliable. It helped she was very polite to most. She never questioned his interest in her and always greeted him with a “hello” when they did talk. He’d never heard her complain about the wild goose chases that the department made her do. The most abnormal thing about her were the circumstances that lead her to work for the government agency. The fact she was under surveillance by the very agency she worked for just meant she tended to get the jobs no one wanted. But all in all, Yen tried her best in her shitty situation and Ango couldn’t help but admire her for it...

No... Yen wasn’t what had him chatting with her as the two headed out of work for the night. The Reason in question was where he always was when Yen left work, reclined on a nearby bench, ignoring the occasional confused glances he received from those passing by.

The Reason’s name was Dazai, and he had a habit of making anything he was involved with “complicated”.

Ango knew Dazai was a brilliant detective and very capable. Since joining the armed detective agency, he was a little more well behaved than he had been in the past. He even seemed happier. While Ango considered the detective as a friend, Ango couldn’t help but worry about Dazai’s intentions with his newest subordinate. The fact that this friendship was Very one sided and Dazai only came to Ango when he wanted something, only made Ango more wary of this unlikely friendship between Yen and Dazai... And he hates not knowing...

“Another night on the town?” He questioned, holding the door open as Yen exited the building. She glanced at him confused before noticing Dazai, who had now sat up on the bench and waved towards her with a cheesy grin on his face.

“I guess that’s a yes.” She chuckled, waving shyly towards the brunette as they approached him. “These are often spur of the moment things with him it seems.” She sighed and if it hadn’t been for the small smile on her face, one would’ve thought she was annoyed.

Dazai has stood up by now, hands casually in his pockets still grinning towards Ango’s coworker. “Fancy seeing you here, little mouse~” The nickname only confused Ango even more... when did that start?

Even more confusing was how Yen barely acknowledged it, simply rolling her eyes at tall man. “You know I work here, Mr. Detective.” She brought her hand to her face, pretending to consider something, “Though this is much nicer than how we usually run into each other.”

“You have to admit, I make your work days a lot more interesting though.”

“Yes, because getting soaking wet while fishing you out a river is the definition of ‘fun’. Though you seem to love playing the Damesel In Distress.”

“Only when you’re the one saving me, my dear.” By the time Dazai winked, Ango’s head was spinning after witnessing this extremely casual conversation. Yen glared at the ground while Dazai chuckled at her reaction.

Having about enough of this, whatever this was, Ango cleared his throat loudly. In the blink of an eye, the mood changed, with Yen, remembering that her boss was in earshot of this conversation, looking like she was about to turn tail and run. Dazai’s eyes flashed a cold look towards his old drinking buddy before remembering Yen’s presence and plastering on a too-wide smile.

“Good evening Dazai.” Ango tried, standing his ground against the all too familiar fake smile his friend was giving him.

“Ango.” Dazai responded, his smile not reaching his eyes.

A chill passed through the bespectacled Agent. It’s times like these that remind Ango that detective in front of him and “The Demonic Prodigy” were one in same.

Dazai could make anyone’s life a living hell if provoked.

Yen, either sensing the tension or just discomforted by the silence, lightly bumped her shoulder against the Detective’s side. Dazai seamlessly relaxed and focused on his new drinking buddy, looking fondly down at her and launched in theatrics.

“Well, shall we, belladonna? The night is young and ours for the taking!” He announced, waving his arms dramatically.

“Do you have more of what Yokohama has to offer to show me?” Yen crosses her arms at his dramatic flourish.

“My dear, we have barely scratched the surface! Come along! There’s so much to see and so little time.” He spun around and paused smiling back at Ango. “Bye, Ango, hope you get hit by a bus.” With that, Dazai walked away, humming a little tune to himself.

Between the whiplash from the change in tone and Dazai’s parting words to him, Ango barely managed to stop Yen from hurrying after the dramatic detective. She looked back at him, obviously confused at the abrupt action.

“Yen...”

“Yes Mr. Sakaguchi?”

He knew telling Yen what he knew about Dazai, who he was before this, was not his place. But apart of him, the part of him that wasn’t just a government agent, needed to warn her about what she was getting herself into.

He focused on staring her in the eyes, choosing his next words carefully and hoping she understood he only had good intentions.

“Be careful.”

Yen gave him a confused look and started to ask something but was interrupted by Dazai calling her from down the sidewalk. Instead she smile at him and bid her Superior goodnight before hurrying and the brunette, playfully bumping her hip into his side, telling him about her day.

Ango watched as the two walked off. Ango doubted that Dazai would hurt Yen on purpose. This “New Dazai” was a lot of things but he seemed firmly against hurting the innocent. And whatever the nature of his and Yen’s relationship, he seemed very fond of her.

He sighed and pushed up his glasses. Dazai never made things simple. There was a small part of him, that noted that Dazai hadn’t once tried to convince Yen to quit her job at the department. Through all the empty threats and glares, Dazai still trusted Ango with someone who seemed important to him...

This small hope of trust and even possible reconciliation was enough to ease his worries a little.