#bsd akutagawa drabbles

[lynxxyyy]

Fanfic writers say “bad writing” and drops the most toe curling mouth watering shit ever

[luvseii]

godddd can you imagine a threesome between you, akutagawa, and atsushi?? atsushi trying so hard to please you from behind while akutagawa fists your hair and fucks you dumb, choking you on his cock??

and the whole time atsushi is asking you how you feel, if it’s good, forgetting that you have his rival’s cock stuffed deep down your throat, and being like “oh, right. uh, just, like… wiggle a little if it’s good..?” and anytime you try to reply, the vibration of your hum rips a groan from akutagawa and makes his tighten his grip on your hair.

“i told you to keep quiet, filthy slut,” akutagawa scolds, tapping your cheek with his palm to force your eyes back on him. “focus on me. that man-tiger fool will manage on his own.”

atsushi let’s out a pitchy whine and complain quietly to himself as he speeds up his movements, leaning forward to litter kisses along the curve of your spine as you try your best to stay quiet despite your pleasure…

… until atsushi’s index finger discovers your clit, rubbing quick circles as he breathes that he’s gonna cum. you try to pull off of akutagawa’s cock to warn him that you’re close, but he forces you further down by the back of your head, snapping his hips to meet the way your head bobs.

“not yet,” akutagawa coos when atsushi shudders behind you, his pretty moans blessing your ears as he grabs your hips to stabilize himself. the hot feel of his cum filling you nearly sends you over the edge, but you heed to akutagawa’s warning.

hollowing your cheeks, exhaustion making you slow, you jolt when atsushi attaches his lips around your clit. your thighs tremble violently, unable to fight back a sigh when the vibrations of him hum send you reeling.

thankfully, akutagawa seems to peak as well. his movement jerks, slows, stills, and he almost growls as he paints your mouth and throat white. you gulp it down, popping off his cock with a cry when you cum all over atsushi’s tongue.

your head feels heavy post-orgasm, and would have hung if not for akutagawa’s rough grip on your chin. he grins. “next time, i wanna see how long the fool lasts with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.”

“longer than you!” atsushi shouts, still breathless and leaning against the baseboard behind you.

“oh, yeah?” akutagawa mindlessly taps your cheek with his finger. “we’ll see about that.”

©luvseii, 2025 — do not copy, steal, translate, or use any of my works or pngs to train ai. all works and pngs/dividers on this account belong to me.

[moomuzan]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Add Up My Love

or ( hyper- ) specific romance imagines with dazai, chuuya, ranpo, akutagawa, fyodor

You had never seen Dazai so quiet. The late evening light painted the room in shades of amber, casting a golden halo around him as he sat at his desk, pen gliding smoothly over paper. His expression was unguarded, almost vulnerable, lips moving faintly as though he were whispering the words he was writing to the empty air. There was a stillness to him, an absence of his usual dramatics, that made you pause in the doorway, hesitant to disturb the rare peace. But curiosity, that insistent pull, eventually dragged you closer. “Dazai?” you called softly.

His hand stilled mid-word, shoulders stiffening as if caught in a secret. Slowly, he turned to face you, his usual grin making an appearance, but it lacked its usual spark. “Ah, bella,” he drawled lightly, “what impeccable timing. Caught me in the middle of my dull, bureaucratic duties.” But your eyes had already fallen to the letter on the desk, its ink still glistening, the words “To my dearest, whenever you find this,” staring back at you. As your chest tightened, and realization dawned, you reached for the paper. Surprisingly, he didn’t stop you, only sighed, and leaned back in his chair. “Just leaving something behind,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “For you. In case there’s ever a day I can’t say these things myself.”

dt siyun xo

Chuuya’s boots echoed through the hallway as he entered your apartment, his gaze immediately snapping to you, barely standing on your own. As you swayed slightly, the wine still clouding your mind, his expression darkened. “You’re a mess,” he grumbled, his voice sharp but laced with something that wasn’t quite anger. Without waiting for you to respond, he was already at your side, his hand steadying your waist with surprising firmness, his other arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward the bathroom. “C’mon, you’re not going to bed like this.”

You mumbled something incoherent, but he paid it no mind, already pulling a chair out in front of the mirror and gently sitting you down. His movements were surprisingly tender as he grabbed the makeup remover. There was no hurry in his hands as he carefully pressed the cotton pad to your skin, wiping away the smeared mascara with an attention to detail that caught you off guard. His eyes, though gruff, softened as they traced your face, erasing the evidence of your night out. “Can’t believe you let yourself get this bad,” he murmured, though there was no real bite behind the words. When Chuuya moved to your hair, his fingers slid through your tangles, gentle but insistent, working through each knot with a patience that felt almost reverent. “Don’t move.” With a touch softer than you had ever expected from him, he brushed your hair with careful strokes. “I’m staying with you until you have sobered up.”

Akutagawa lingered at the edge of the room, watching you with a quiet intensity. The dim glow of the streetlights outside bathed your form in a soft halo, your chest rising and falling in a gentle, almost hypnotic rhythm. Replaced by an unfamiliar stillness as he observed the delicate vulnerability you wore in your sleep, the cold edges of his usual demeanor melted away. Every line of tension in his body seemed to ease, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of the world felt distant. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as they traced the curve of your face, the way your hair fell carelessly around you. He found himself held captive by the simplicity of the moment, as if your presence alone grounded him.

You shifted in your sleep, muttering something barely audible, and Akutagawa froze. The sound of your voice, though muffled by sleep, stirred something deep inside him—a pull he couldn’t resist. His heart thudded a little louder, and before he could stop himself, a quiet, gruff sound slipped from his lips. “Tch, idiot,” he murmured, his tone betraying an uncharacteristic tenderness. He quickly turned away, a faint flush rising to his cheeks, his pulse quickening in a way that both startled and unsettled him. Gripping the doorframe to steady himself, as if the weight of this strange emotion might overwhelm him, he retreated into the shadows while his mind raced with feelings tangled into something more profound than he’d ever expected.

Dim lights of the room flickered as soft piano notes drifted through the air, barely audible, as if the music itself were hesitant to interrupt the silence between you. Fyodor stood before you, his presence commanding, even in the stillness. His hands hovered near your waist, their tension palpable, a silent request for you to take control. There was no impatience in his gaze, only a quiet insistence, a rare vulnerability from the man who always held everything so tightly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours, waiting—no words, just a soft, unspoken command that he would follow you, if only you dared. A test? Yeah, definitely.

As you took the first step, his hand settled against your back, fingers brushing against the fabric of your clothes with surprising tenderness. The faintest tremor of control still lingered in his touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you lead with quiet confidence, as if testing the limits of his restraint. The stillness between your movements was thrilling, charged with an electricity neither of you dared to acknowledge. Steady yet barely noticeable, his breath became the only sound that mattered to you as you swayed together, the dance becoming something far more intimate, a shared language only the two of you understood. Although the tension in his body was almost imperceptible,you felt it—his willingness to surrender, if only for this moment.

The quiet morning wrapping you in a serene haze, you woke up slowly, but it was the weight of Ranpo’s arm around you that pulled you fully from sleep. Though, the moment he felt your gentle movements under his touch, he instinctively drew you closer, his form curling tighter against yours as though the intimacy was a need he couldn’t deny. Completely unaware of how tightly he was holding you, his lips buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. He was deep in sleep, yet his grip continued to tighten, as though afraid of losing the radiating warmth of your presence. His legs were tangled with yours, and his hand rested possessively but gently on your waist, each little movement of his body a subconscious plea to stay as close as possible.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he clung to you, his face peaceful and unaware of the vulnerability he was showing. It was a side of him you rarely saw—the brilliant, always composed detective reduced to nothing more than a boy seeking comfort in the quiet security of your arms. Even if he didn’t realize it, his soft sighs and the faint tugging at your shirt as he shifted closer made your heart swell. Before giving it much thought, you gently brushed his hair back, savoring the stillness, content to let him rest. For now, you simply stayed still, lost in the intimacy of that moment—where Ranpo, so often the one with all the answers, was nothing more than a quietly clinging soul seeking warmth.

dt dorothea

a/n: oh alright, need me a chuuya to brush my hair. can yall see the vision? it’s a physical need atp.

xoxo

[theangeltopaz]

Would you write headcannons for Akutagawa, Chuuya and Mori falling in love with an ADA member male!reader?

“I CAN���T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU.”

SYNOPSIS. Various Port Mafia members fall in love with ADA male reader. WC. 1.2k

CONTENT. Contains headcanons for Mori, Chuuya, and Akutagawa, written with male reader in mind but gender isn’t mentioned much, mention of being a yandere and murder in Mori’s section, gets a bit angsty in Ryu and Chūya’s sections, Mori’s a bit arrogant because of course

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Yay!!! Thank you nonnie!! First ask that I’m actually writing something for!!! I’m not a Mori fan by any means, but I’m not going to turn down a request! Anon didn’t specify if they wanted sfw or nsfw, so I just went with sfw. Also my cat was sitting on my lap whilst I was writing this and I was just thinking about how she reminded me of Chūya cause she’s a small redhead. And also I’m sad now cause I can’t seem to put color gradient text on responses to asks.

RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA.

Ryu might fall in love with you and maybe would respect you, if you were good friends with Dazai, so let’s go with that.

He would fall in love with you during a confrontation between the ADA and the Port Mafia.

You were calm and strong and you knew your way around a fight, all traits he admired.

He would definitely deny his feelings at first, saying that he only admires your technique or something like that.

And if someone points out that Ryu got distracted during a fight? He would just pass it off as attempting to gauge your next move.

You would have to make the first move, as he’s definitely not going to.

It definitely catches Ryu off guard when you confess, and he would probably end up in a coughing fit out of surprise (poor bby 😭).

Once he calms down, he’d begrudgingly say yes. (Begrudgingly because he’s in the Port Mafia and you’re in the ADA)

Your first date together would be somewhere public and simple, maybe a walk in the park or a nice dinner?

It’s hard for him to accept that you actually love him due to his past and his own philosophies.

Since you’re good friends with Dazai, he might view you as better than him, so you’d have to get him out of that inferiority complex he has.

It takes a while to build up to your first kiss, because he’d want to trust and be sure in your affections.

It would also be very difficult to get Ryu to trust you. 

The difference in organizations wouldn’t help at all. He might end up thinking that you’re using him for information. 

Kind of like trying to coax a starving stray cat into your protection.

However, with enough love and care, you can get Ryu to accept your feelings and trust you.

Ryu wouldn’t talk about your relationship to anyone except Gin.

Cuddle sessions. CUDDLE SESSIONS. CUDDLE SESSIONS!!!!!

Seriously, give this man a hug. And some praise. And really listen to him when he starts opening up to you. And also be nice to Gin.

Ryu’s heart was already yours in the first place, but that’s how you fully win him over.

CHŪYA NAKAHARA.

Chūya might be the easiest one to have a relationship with out of all 3. He genuinely would not care about the difference in organizations.

He would fall in love with you during some sort of job that the ADA and Port Mafia had to work together for.

Your quick wit and casual bantering enrapture Chūya immediately. Also, if you managed to entertain him and not push his buttons, he likes that.

He wouldn’t necessarily deny his feelings to other people, but I don’t think he’d talk about in general cause he didn’t think people would need to know.

If someone teased Chūya about it though? He’s denying that immediately, just cause he’d get flustered.

He’d probably make the first move, unless you confessed fast.

I feel like Chūya wouldn’t be very serious during his confession? Like he wouldn’t be the “you’re the absolute loml, Juliet to my Romeo” he would be “you’re hot, wanna date?”

Don’t get me wrong, he can be serious, I just don’t think his confession would be.

If you confess first, he might get a bit flustered, but he’d definitely say yes. Maybe gets jokingly frustrated that you confessed first instead of him.

But hear me out: ANGRY RAIN LOVE CONFESSION. For some reason you’re mad at each other, maybe something to do with work, and boom! He confesses in the heat of the moment. (I’m a romance lover at heart yall.)

Your first date is at the most expensive restaurant in Yokohama. You both get glasses of some fancy wine and you enjoy a romantic dinner. 

Afterwards, you go on a motorcycle ride back to Chūya apartment. (Please do not drive drunk. 😭) 

You guys drink more wine, get drunk that night, and that’s when you have your first kiss together.

He’d simultaneously think he’s deserving and undeserving of your love.

You might have to reassure Chūya that he is human and that he’s worthy of your adoration.

However, just loving you makes him feel more human, and your returned affections further that.

You may also end up in arguments because of his tendency towards arrogance and having to convince him that he’s human. 

Kōyō is for sure the first one to know about the relationship. If you ever end up in a fight, Chūya goes to her first.

You would go on so many romantic dates and trips together. You might have to remind Chūya that he doesn’t have to give everything in a relationship, even if he is rich.

Type of guy to bring you lunch at work, if he doesn’t steal you away from the ADA to go on a date during your lunch breaks. 10/10 boyfriend.

ŌGAI MORI.

For the sake of my sanity and also this ask, Elise is like a daughter to Mori.

I cannot promise Mori wouldn’t try to kidnap you or convince Fukuzawa to send you to him for some sort of aid.

He would fall in love with you after a show of intellect or strength or if you have a really strong ability.

It wouldn’t start as love for Mori, more so just a desire to get you into the Port Mafia.

He wouldn’t talk about his affections for you unless it benefited him in some way, especially since you’re an ADA member.

If someone noticed his sudden focus on a certain ADA member? No, they did not.

I think he wouldn’t actively pursue you unless he was sure he could recruit you.

He would make the first move. It’s not optional, he just would. 

If you SOMEHOW managed to confess first, firstly he would be flattered. Then he would accept.

Your first date would also be in the most expensive restaurant in all of Yokohama, but he would have rented the entire restaurant out just for you two. 

Your first kiss would be a few dates in, probably after he asks you to officially be his boyfriend.

Type of person to have a photo of you together with Elise on his desk, but facing him so nobody asks about it. 

Speaking of which, if you’re kind to Elise, or even act fatherly to her, that just makes him fall even harder.

He’s very sure of your love. Unlike the last two, he’s not the type to view you as greater than him.

In fact, in the beginning, he may view you as inferior or just a pawn in a much greater game, but as your relationship progresses that view changes.

Whilst you’re still in the ADA, he may also just try to get you to get Dazai back in the Port Mafia. Sorry, it’s just a fact.

I feel like he has the capability to be a yandere. He would kill for you or have someone killed for you if he was devoted enough, as long as it would end up benefiting him too.

He’s very much a romantic. I'm talking candlelit dinners, waltzing, giving you gifts, the shebang.

Speaking of being a romantic, I kinda feel like he would give you the prince treatment. You would take ballroom dancing classes together.

Hear me out, playing with his (greasy) hair whilst he does paperwork. Just a thing y'all might do on a quiet week night.

[sushi-atsushilover]

hiii, i was wondering if you could write drabbles for dazai and akutagawa reacting to their s/o panicking because she killed one person, considering they had killed lots of people in their lives

Dazai and Akutagawa reacting to s/o panicking because she killed someone

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Dividers by @cursed-carmine

Characters: Dazai and Akutagawa

Synopsis: Dazai and Akutagawa react to their respectable partners's anguish at having killed someone. Ironically, both of these men have probably killed more than they could count.

Tw: Mild angst, very subtle mention of Dazai's past, reader is implied to be crying, mentions of blood and bloodshed, mentions of death, comfort, mild fluff? I think that's about it.

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Osamu Dazai:

“Bellaaaa” Dazai whined.

When you wouldn't answer, and continued to hide under your blanket, he finally asked about it. 

“Are you upset because of what happened in the mission?” he softly asked, making you stiffen. He approached you and gently pulled down the blanket, revealing your tear-stained face.

“I'll take that as a yes. Everyone knows that was an accident; mistakes happen, my beloved blue hydrangea” he gently comforted, caressing your face and wiping your tears.

“Furthermore, there are people who have done worse than you have” he muttered. 

But nobody heard it. After all, no one ever heard him.

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Ryuunosuke Akutagawa:

You were Akutagawa's s/o, and as much as it sounded nice, it had its drawbacks. He worked for the mafia, and had enemies. This meant that they would target you, which would result in bloodshed.

“I know you find killing…illicit.” Akutagawa quietly mumbled, sitting down next to you.

“But what you did had to be done. That scum had tried to kill you. You simply defended yourself against him.” he continued, gently putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“Your intentions weren't to murder him, but to incapacitate him. It resulted in his death, and that’s…okay.”

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[mncxbe]

Imagine walking in on BSD men masturbating...

Or the other way around oh my lord

nonnie😳😳 i'm having so many thoughts about this.

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 would be just a tiny bit flustered, but he'd take full advantage of the situation. I mean, your hand feels better than his anyway

"Come on, princess don't just stand there. Give me a hand, will you? Good girl, I'll make sure to return the favour"

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 would pretend not to notice you're there and keep stroking his dick. but he'd moan your name louder just to get you riled up. he wants you to know how much he wishes it were your snug walls wrapped around him instead of his hand.

"Shit– Y/N... miss you so much baby ugh need you so bad"

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚- SHY BOY OMG. he'd cover himself up with the closest blanket or cloth and yell at you to get out. but if you tease him any further about it he will drag you to bed and put you back in your place

"Think you're so smart to make fun of me like that? Fuuck Y/N– look who's dumb on my cock now, dirty girl. You're squeezing me so much"

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 would be so damn shameless. if anything he'd be amused and happy that you walked in on him. 100% sure he asks you to masturbate with him

"Oh, my dove, you came just at the right time. I was just thinking about you... will you strip for me, please? I wanna see that pretty body of yours."

𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚's reaction depends on how close you are. if you're in a relationship he'd ask you to join him, but if you're just colleagues he'd blush. like. crazy. and fumble with his clothes. but after that he'd pretend nothing happened and hope you forget about it.

[soukokuforthesoul]

it’s weird to see akutagawa so soft and gentle. he’s quiet, endearingly so, and he blinks several times, teeth digging into his lip to suppress a yawn. his hands shift, pushing the blanket off of himself. he stares, dazed, at the wall for a moment, then turns to look beside him. atsushi’s still laying down, arms pillowing his head, but he’s gazing at akutagawa with a kind of curious awe. when he’s caught, he smiles guiltily, starting to turn away. but akutagawa, inexplicably, returns the smile with one of his own. it’s a small quirk of his lips, not smug, not mocking, but genuine and subtle. it’s the way he catches himself, eyes blinking wider awake, his cheeks flushing a dusty pink that proves it was involuntary—something even more precious, and has atsushi suppressing his own, widening grin.

“what, jinko?” akutagawa bites out, but it lacks its usual anger, coming out more defensive than anything. he seems to realize this and, in revenge, snatches atsushi’s blanket off of him as he leaves the bed.

“hey!” atsushi yelps, but makes no move to retrieve it, only watching as akutagawa rummages the closet for his usual clothes. this is definitely something he wants to wake up to everyday. (both of them do. it’s hard not to love mornings like this).

[rshoumon]

HOW BSD BOYS KISS YOU

࿐ྂ how surreal it feels … with your lips pressed against mine

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a mention of near death-experience, but nothing explicit. otherwise, enjoy the fluff ;)

𝐀/𝐍: back after a forever of being on hiatus lol! i hope you all enjoy <3

DAZAI:

when he kisses you, the man has not the slightest ping of shame. be it in the armed detective agency office building or on the street, he’ll grab you by the waist when you least expect it and go in for the kiss. it’s starts out sweet … always. you savor the moment of peace with his lips lingering over your own as a soft act of affection. sometimes it’ll end that way, but there are the exceptions when he’s either feeling touch starved or jealous. that’s when he’ll hold onto you for a second longer and deepen your kiss with an overwhelming hunger.

CHUUYA:

he’s always been a gentleman to you, and that doesn’t change whenever he feels the sudden urge to kiss you. it’ll always start with a light tap on your shoulder to grab your attention before he places his lips over your own. he generally likes to keep these acts of affection in the privacy of your home and out of the eyes of his colleagues, but there are moments when he’ll slip in a kiss when he thinks no one is looking. his kisses are always soft, you might even say hesitant, as if he’s scared you’ll pull away. of course, every time you return the kiss, he’s reassured of your love and will continue on.

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜:

atsushi kisses you like you’re the most precious thing in the world … because to him, there isn’t anything more he could imagine that matters more than you. his hands will softly grasp your bicep as he presses his lips against your temple, then your cheek, and finally your lips. the look in his honeycomb eyes are as calming as the midnight glow of the moon, casting its protective light against you. you can’t help but ask for more, leaning in to steal an innocent kiss of your own before backing away with a playful laugh. no matter how flustered he is because of this, he can’t help but laugh as well.

𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔:

his kisses are hesitant and cautious, as if anything more would startle, and ultimately cause you to flee. he would initiate most kisses on your forehead. simple, but effective. the more comfortable he became with the action, the more bold he would become. eventually, after a particularly grueling mission that resulted in your near-death experience, you’d find akutagawa’s lips pressed against yours. frustrated at your stubbornness to stay by his side … but also grateful, a message exchanged through the fiercest kisses you’ve ever experienced. both your lips crashing against each other to express your overwhelming emotions.

[kamapon]

And then his knight in the dark armour came to the rescue

[foundedroses]

BSD Multi NSFW Headcanons: Ass, Tits or Thighs?

Featuring: Dazai, Fyodor, Akutagawa, Poe, Jouno, Mori, Sigma.

W/C: 0.1k

C/W: mentions of sex, cursing, just gen smut

A/N: eeek ive never done multi headcanons before!! kinda excittttinnnggggg! I kind of just wrote some rando characters i think would be fun to write some small nsfw hcs for.

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OSAMU DAZAI: Ass - this little fucker just looks like he is the type to slap your ass every chance he gets.

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY: Thighs - Just loves the way your legs wrap around his waist when he fucks into you, also kills to see his markings against the flesh of your inner thigh.

RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA: Tits - Whether youre riding him or just on top of him in general, he can't help but gawk at the way your tits bounce with your each and every movemnt.

EDGAR ALLAN POE: Thighs - This man internally (and externally) has a brain haemorrhage every time you wear thigh highs or show off your thighs in any sort of way.

JOUNO SAIGIKU: Tits - Bro can get pretty rough in bed, so squeezing your tits and just absolutely abusing them gets him pretty motivated.

MORI OGAI: Ass - Whenever youre on top, he loves to grab and squeeze your ass.

SIGMA: Thighs - Lil bro is sooo gently in bed. I just cant see him being rough- but loves to gently dig his nails into the soft flesh of your thighs, especially when your sitting upon his lap.

[mytragedyperson]

The first time he sees it, Dazai almost brushes it off. Almost.

He's once again out with Kyouka, Atsushi and Kunikida, investigating another group of Gifted trying to take over Yokohama's underworld.

It should be easy. Dazai's done his research. He knows every member of this group, who has abilities and who doesn't, what those abilities are. He knows everything there is to know about them.

And he's planned for this. He put everything in place for his colleagues to put the pieces together. Everything was going as planned.

And then it happened. In the corner of his eye he saw orange. Only for a second, but he knew what he saw. For a second, he almost thought Chuuya was there. Then he turned his head. There was nothing. Nothing that could be that orange. No Chuuya. No person. No fire. Nothing.

He didn't think much of it. It could've been an ability. Not of someone in this group. None of them had an ability that could explain them being there one second and gone the next, and on top of that, whatever, or whoever it was, didn't hurt him or even try to. It- or they- were just... there one second then gone the next.

With anyone else, he'd assume it was a trick of the mind, their eyes playing tricks on him, but not him. His eyes and mind were too well trained for that.

So Dazai assumed it was an ability user who just got caught in the crossfire and wanted to escape. Again, he knew it wasn't anyone from the group they were after, so he decided to ignore it. Go on with his life. Whoever it was didn't seem to want to hurt him or the Armed Detective Agency, and they didn't seem to be involved. He could look into it after their job here was done.

And so he returned to his job.

He didn't forget about it but, upon looking up the various people with Abilities in Yokohama and seeing none that matched that flicker of orange, he decided it didn't matter. If they dd intend to cause harm he'd stop them, and if they didn't, it wasn't worth thinking about.

The second time it happens, the situation is... arguably worse. Some ability user has managed to not only force Atsushi to take on his tiger form, but also lose all the control working under Fukuzawa had given him. And Dazai can't get to him because he's too busy trying to fight off the big burly guy with the Ability user. This guy unfortunately doesn't have any abilities and is just really big and really strong. Dazai uses his speed and agility to avoid getting beaten up too bad, but the point remains that he can't get to Atsushi's tiger form, as it rampages through Yokohama.

Dazai is sent to the floor with a blow and is getting up when he sees it again, a flicker of orange. It looks like hair. This time it's there longer. Dazai doesn't get to look properly as suddenly the tiger is there, growling, ears flat, teeth bared, tail swishing. At first Dazai thinks the tiger is growling at him, thinks he's sensed the book and wants it back. But the tiger isn't growling at Dazai, but something next to him... right about where the glimpse or orange is. Dazai turns his head to look.

Nothing. Just empty space. Which is extra weird because he knows he saw orange there not even a second ago.

He reaches out a hand. If it's an ability like invisibility or messing with light or something, this should nullify it.

Nothing happens. Dazai considers that it could be speed.

But the tiger is still growling at something in that same spot.

So Dazai reaches out to the tiger instead. No Longer Human lights up the night. The tiger turns back into Atsushi, who immediately passes out. Dazai looks once more to that spot. Still nothing.

Dazai can't let it go. He starts to research more. Different abilities. He knows it can't be anything that would just stop them from being seen, as No Longer Human would've nullified it.

And yet the tiger acted as if whatever it was was still there, still a threat.

There was one other thing to consider, but... Dazai wanted to hold off on just branding it something supernatural in and of itself. Sure, he knew the supernatural still existed. Gods existed. People could be brought back from the dead. Abilities themselves could be considered supernatural, especially ones like Bram Stoker's Vampirism Ability. Hell, he and Chuuya had fought whatever the hell Lovecraft was, because he definitely wasn't using and ability or the product of an ability.

But most of the things he'd encountered that seemed supernatural had instead been the result of an Ability. Not all, but most. It had made Dazai somewhat sceptical of actually supernatural concepts. He'd seen proof of Gods and whatever Lovecraft. Anything else? Not so much.

Even if the supernatural did exist, not just as the result of someone's Ability but in their own right, Dazai wanted to be sure this wasn't some Ability user fucking with him and Atsushi. And right now, he wasn't sure of that. He didn't know what their motive would be.

The third time he saw them, all doubt of this being genuinely supernatural was thrown out of his mind. It was another meeting between the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency to discuss the terms of Fukuzawa and Mori's deal, that someone from the Armed Detective Agency would be joining the Port Mafia.

At first, they'd assumed Mori would want Dazai or Yosano back. Mori had surprised them all by instead asking for Junichiro. Apparently Kouyou had told him of Junichiro's assassination attempt during the whole Cannibalism incident, and he was impressed and wanted to see what he'd be capable of with real training.

Naturally, Junichiro himself wasn't a fan of this idea. Even less happy with this was Naomi, who didn't like the idea of her brother/lover working with the Port Mafia, especially since she couldn't be there to make sure he was safe.

Suffice to say, the meetings and negotiations were not going well and kept getting derailed by arguments. This wasn't helped by Dazai himself and Chuuya, who kept bickering. This lead to Kunikida scolding Dazai for not taking this seriously, which led to Dazai and Kunikida bickering. It also wasn't helped by Atsushi and Akutagawa arguing, which in turn wasn't helped by Higuchi jumping in to yell at Atsushi, which caused Kyouka to jump in to defend Atsushi. Ranpo kept making snarky comments, Yosano kept glaring at Mori and threatening him. The whole thing was a mess with only Hirotsu and Kouyou staying on track, but even they had given up and resorted to drinking their tea and making fun of the people around them.

Dazai had seen that flicker of orange again. And he's not talking about Chuuya's hair. Or Junichiro's hair. He tried to ignore it. He'd tried to catch a glimpse of who or what it was, but every time he looked properly, the orange flicker disappeared.

Dazai was alternating between bickering with Kunikida and bickering with Chuuya when suddenly he heard a confused, unfamiliar voice. "Is this some weird way of flirting or something?" It came from where the flicker of orange was.

Dazai scoffed. "Why would this ever be flirting?" He turned towards the orange with thinking. This time it didn't disappear. Dazai finally saw what- who- had been behind all this. It was a man, maybe only a year or two older than Dazai himself. He indeed had orange hair, but it wasn't the same shade as Chuuya's like Dazai had always thought when he caught glimpses of it, it was slightly darker, only a shade or two but enough to be notice able when he looked at him. His hair was shorter that Chuuya's though and messier.

All conversations stop immediately, all eyes on Dazai. He notices, he always does. But it's the least of his concerns.

"You can hear me?" The man asks. He sounds amazed.

Dazai can't look away from his eyes, widened as they are in shock. But that's not what catches Dazai's attention. His eyes are bright green. It's perhaps the brightest eye colour he's ever seen. They almost look like they're glowing they're so bright.

"You can see me..." It's not a question, but his voice is still amazed.

Dazai doesn't get it at first. Why would he not be able to see him? He looks at him closer and he knows. His skin, which is fairly tanned looks... weird. He can't figure out why at first.

Until he realises he can see through the man. Suddenly he gets it. The realisation hits him just as Kyouka speaks up.

"Who are you talking to, Dazai-san?"

--

Welcome to my first tumblr-exclusive drabble. I probably will continue this but it will just be me writing what I want for this AU/fic, which does mean the scenes may be out of order. You can make requests, either in the comments or in my asks

You can also make requests for other drabbles. To see what I'll write, check out my pinned posts. Requests don't need to include OCs and can be canon character x canon character or a crossover

If the request is related to this or another existing work (as I plan to do more), make that obvious so that I don't do it as a separate standalone thing.

If you read and enjoyed this, thank you. That means a lot. If you thought this was out of character, you're probably right. We'll chalk it up to being an AU. even though that actually has nothing to do with it. This is just how I wanted to write about it.

Also, a little something about No Longer Human for this AU. I’m pretty sure Dazai can control how much of an ability he nullifies, since the first time he nullifies Atsushi’s tiger, he leaves one of his arms a tiger paw as evidence for when he wakes up, so I’m running on the assumption that No Longer Human has something of an on/off switch and Dazai can choose if, when and how much of an ability will be nullified. If that's not canon, it is now.

[samutoru]

jealous boyfriend!akutagawa who finds out that you're going on a mission with tachihara as a fake couple. he can't help but let his emotions control him (especially when it comes to you with another guy,"

he goes to gin about it and then goes to mori about it, asking him why he chose tachihara instead of him. "she's my girlfriend! y/n is my girlfriend, i don't understand why you chose that bastard tachihara to go with her instead of me! me, her actual boyfriend!" akutagawa yelled.

"akutagawa. you don't know how to control your emotion over y/n. as i predicted, and the way your acting right now, you will toss aside the mission and protect y/n. besides your going as backup so you will watch everything that they are going to be doing."

jealous boyfriend!akutagawa who sitting on your bed watching you get ready for your undercover fake date with tachihara. "i'm sorry ryu, i was going to tell you earlier but mori threatened me- It was something about trying to break you or something if i refused to go so i had no choice but to."

"whatever," Whatever was all akutagawa would say, but he was watching how the silk tight dress was kissing your body and was thinking about the only hands that were going to be all over you were tachihara's. you watched akutagawa get up through your mirror and he grabbed your jaw and attached his lips on your neck, trying to leave a hickey on your neck to show tachihara what's his.

jealous boyfriend! akutagawa who pins you up against the wall as you get back from the mission, you were definitely ready to tell akutagawa that your mission was successful but, he had other plans tonight. he uses rashomoun to take off your dress (most likely to cut your dress) and see what you had planned for him underneath.

— nsfw under the cut! minors pls dni :3 (warnings??: choking, slut shaming, jealousy/rage sex, pet names, bondage, p in v seggs, creampie)

"ry-ryuunosuke!" You stuttered, you were basically in your underwear at this point. You looked up to meet his eyes and there was nothing but more than darkness and lust in them.

"y/n,"

"ryu, why are you looking at me like that?" You asked innocently as you tried to keep your dress cut in half onto your body.

he was standing infront of you and he put his hands on your waist, gripping them before sliding them up and down against your body.

he threw you onto the hotel bed and was hovering over you with his knee pressing firmly, teasing you by putting pressure against your pussy. "f-fuck," you lowly moaned.

"i'll continue only if you want it," he said as he pressed hissed on your cheeks before continuing, he waited for your response and once you finally nodded in response, he continued what he was doing.

"you fucking whore," He groaned as he began to leave kisses and hickeys on your neck. "you were dressed up all pretty for tachihara you slut,"

he pulled out handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed both your arms together. "if you touch me it'll be only worse for not me, but for you," He huffed as he began to undress himself, tossing every piece of clothing to the side of the bed.

he positioned himself below you in between your thighs and slapped your panties that was already leaking of your juices. "i barely touched you and yet your already this wet for me?" He laughed before taking your panties off and began to eat you out.

"ngh~! f-fuck— ryu—" You moaned as you tried not to close your legs on him, he had his hands pressing your thighs down as you struggled to not close them on him.

he positioned his lengthy and thick cock at your enterance and slipped it in without letting you know not giving you enough time to adjust to his size.

"ngph~ ryuu~~!!"

he was now fucking you at a merciless pace. your cries, lewd slapping against skin, and his groans were filling up the sound of the room. your eyes were filled with tears and you couldn't feel nothing but the pleasure he was giving you.

"fuck! ryu!"

akutagawa was basically drilling the shape of his cock into your pussy and that was the only thing you could focus on right now. rashoumon was basically keeping your thighs open for akutagawa as his hands were focused on your throat and your waist.

"you just love making me crazy don't you? you fucking slut," He groaned, thursting in faster in you and his grip around your throat tightened as he felt your pussy throbbing and squeezing against him

"whose pussy is this? whose cum are you taking in tonight?" He loosened his grip on your throat so that you would be able to catch up on your breath and tightened it once again.

"huh? who's pussy is this?" He asked as he made you make eye contact with him, as he fastened his pace and his hand reaching down to play with your clit.

you weren't able to draw out the words out of your mouth. all you knew what to do was to moan out his name.

"fuck! it's yours ryu! yours!" You moaned.

"who's?"

"ngh~! yours!" You moaned again.

"please! please, ryuunosuke, i need your cum, please—" You begged, he licked your neck and fastened his pace.

"that's right you fucking slut, now beg for it." he was basically drilling, pushing, and fucking his cock into you. he was making you remember the shape of his tip and every single vein on his pretty pink cock.

your back arched as you came instantly and you felt akutagawa's seed filling you up. he continued to thrust into you slowly riding out both of your guys' high. he pulled out and uncuffed your hands, his body falling right beside yours.

"you know, you're hot when your jealous—" You paused as you turned to him and cupped his face.

"i might have to do it often." You giggled.

"do it again and you'll see what happens to you. i might not let you cum next time."

[ilovechuuy4]

HEY ITS 🧛 ANON!!!

I had this scenario in my head where we take care of [insert character] after a long hard and stressful day at work and then we take care of them. Like here are a few examples; Taking a nice hot bath together, extra cuddling with them while watching a movie or anything else you can think of! I was wondering if you can write that about Akutagawa? Just a thought I had in mind!! Also if you can, can you make it male reader?

Take your time!

—🧛 anon

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Recurring Visions of Such Sweet Days♡

Akutagawa x m!reader

A/n; SO SO SORRY I HADN'T GOTTEN TO THIS REQUEST SOONER!! HRU ANON? I wasn't sure if you wanted aku and reader to be in a relationship so I just presumed it to be a relationship! Hope you enjoy>w<

Pampering baths

As of for a while, your boyfriend had been walking through the door of your shared apartment late. Recently, he's been sent off on tiring missions that's always led to him coming straight home and passing out on the couch. You stood, leaned against the bar in the kitchen, eyes fixated on the door that was sure to open soon. A smile spread across your lips as you listened to the soft jiggling of the door knob before watching it slowly open. Your e/c eyes rests on the tired, slumped figure in the door way hand over his mouth, thick painful coughs coming from within his throat as he walked over to the kitchen, taking his shoes off while walking.

As he entered the kitchen, his head came down, resting against your shoulder as his sleeved arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "Mhmp." He groaned quietly, his hand slipping down to rub your hip bone slowly between his fingers. "Do you want to go take a quick bath? You don't smell the prettiest." You teased lightly causing the black haired man to groan once more. "I'll go set the water." You said as you turned around pressing a soft kiss directly under the others closed eyes.

A frown formed on your lovers face as he watched you walk away but he almost immediately followed behind like a lost puppy. He never enjoyed being disrobed of his clothing, it made him felt vulnerable, he didn't have his ability if he took off his coat. But with you, there was a sense of safety, he trusted you. You bend down, turning on the faucet as you watched the depth of the bathtub fill with steamy water. Shivers run up your spine as you felt Akutagawa's slim fingers slip under your shirt, rubbing your spine.

"The water looks really hot." He murmurs, slipping his coat off his shoulders before setting it on the bathroom counter. You skitter over to him, fingers reaching for the buttons of his white shirt before unbuttoning them, working your way down. A smile spread across his pale face as he looked down at his boyfriend that he loved dearly. "Okay, there you go." You hummed, pulling away before disrobing yourself from your clothing. You couldn't help but grin as you saw the rose tint that painted the others face.

"Cmon, let's get it." You hummed, taking Akutagawa's hand pulling him near the bathtub. The two of you slowly step in, your legs straddling his lap, bodies flush together. Your hand going up the cup his pale face, thumb rubbing his jaw line soothingly. "You're so pale." You cooed, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it between your hands. Your soapy fingers thread through Akutagawa's hair, cleaning it from all the sweat and any stink that lingered. You nails scrubbing in the shampoo thoroughly.

"Mhm, that feels nice." He said with a satisfied hum, allowing you to wash his hair, he hated how you pampered him and he never had the time to pamper you, but as long as he could love you that's all he cared for. His hands gently rest under the water, on your hips as you wash out the shampoo from his short, black and dirty white hair, sure not to get any in his dark eyes that looked into your own so lovingly. He smiled down at you, slowly pressing a kiss to your jaw line as he follows your hands as you grab the conditioner. "Last thing before we get out, mkay?" You said softly squirting a small around into the palm of your hand.

You quickly condition, making sure to let it set so it could soak into your boyfriend's hair. Meanwhile, while it was soaking you had your head rested on Akutagawa's chest, humming softly. His hand on your back as he looks at the one he knows he didn't deserve, but he loved you as much as he could, as your boyfriend. "Okay I think it set enough, Hun." Akutagawa whispered in your ear making you sit up with a nod, taking a cup of water and slowly washing away the conditioner. "All done! Cmon let's get all cozy and warm now." You say, a playful tone underlying your words.

Yall slowly shift around, the water sloshing around before standing up, stepping on the bath mat before helping your boyfriend out. His slender body trembling from the cool air that drifter throughout the apartment. "It's cold." The black haired man murmured, covering his mouth to let out a cough before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's bare waist. You hum contently, slowly wrapping a towel around the both of you.

"All better, yea?" You said, your fingers running through Akutagawa's hair as he pulls you closer, pressing his lips to yours, fingers rubbing your ribs before pulling away. "Yea, it's better. I love you," he murmurs with a soft sigh, his words continuing. "You do so much for me, I really appreciate it, my sweet."

A/n; IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT TO DO FOR MY 200 FOLLOWER SPECIAL AHHH（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

[sushi-atsushilover]

Akutagawa would probably be rather stiff when cuddling, as he's not really used to it. Infact, how did you even get him in bed with you.

It's quite much canon he sleeps with his eyes open so don't freak out when you see him like that. After some time he might eventually sleep with his eyes closed, but that would definitely take a long time. Like forever.

He'll be awkward and confused when cuddling, but when you two get a bit sleepy he'll probably end up spooning you. Also, there's no way in hell he's gonna ask for cuddles. You're going to have to gain telepathic abilities, figure out when he wants cuddles, and then ask him to cuddle with you. He'll huff and act like it's annoying but he actually wants it.

I actually disagree with the headcanon of him not liking physical touch as a love language. He'll obviously be awkward and blunt in the beginning with his s/o, but I feel like when he gets comfy he'd actually be really into it. Except not it public, he's supposed to be spooky (get the reference? Ifykyk).

And if you give him enough time, he might even let you spoon him aswell. It'll be pretty rare, but sometimes he'll just walk upto you, stuff his face in your chest or tummy, and wait for you to ask about his day. Then he'll start sleepily grumbling about the 'weretiger' and some idiots at work who nearly mess up his missions. Oh yeah, even though usually he'll be too awkward to ask for cuddles, during some rare moments he might just randomly start cuddling you because, well, yes. Just give him cuddles, his sickly Victorian orphan ahh deserves them💔🥀.

[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: pwp, needy/pervy? men, backseat activities, creampie, pet names, not proofread

the 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 who watch you from the distance, not daring to interact with you in any way. their life is messy, dangerous– violence and death leaving no space for love. and even if he could afford such mundane affections, an angel like you would never turn their gaze on them, right?

well, that's what he thought until you hit him up. walking up behind him and tapping his shoulder with the most innocent smile plastered on your pretty face. "Hey there, stranger. You look a little lost" it's all you say, your voice barely audible over the loud music and chatter in the bar. he thinks you look prettier up close and finds himself unable to reply with any witty or flirty remark. "Not really, it's just not a place I usually go to".

'stupid idiot–' it's all he can say to himself, the fear of coming across as uninterested and pushing you away rooted deep in his bones. but his comment only makes your smile widen. you lean in and he feels his cock straining his pants when you brush your fingertips against his thigh, moving them upwards, tempting him "Then why don't we go somewhere more comfortable for both of us?"

That's how you ended up in the backseat of his car with his hand cupping your panty clad ass "Please baby take 'em off for me, will you?" he pleads and you indulge him, sliding off the lace trimmed panties to grant him access to your cunt before climbing back on his lap.

It feels good, too good, the way you grind on his hand– his fingertips shoved snugly against your sweet spot, causing moans and mewls to spill from your glossy lips as your hands find his belt, skillfully unbuckling it. his cock slides inside you easily, stretching your gummy walls and fuck– you feel just like he imagined.

it doesn't take too long for the windows to fog up– not when he's messily bucking his hips to meet your grinds, panting like he'd just run a marathon. "that's it pretty girl just keep bouncing on me ah fuck— feels too good. y'er sqeezing me so tight–" he whines between shallow breaths, completely lost in the feeling of your walls clamping down on him. he never thought a man like him would ever reach heaven but there he is, buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.

he's not used to the pleasure, really, so it doesn't take him long to reach his high. an unfamiliar warmth pools in his core, making him feel dizzy. he closes his eyes and doesn't even realize that his hands are fiercely squeezing your hips– keeping you nice and steady as he ruts inside you, his leaking tip hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "fuck, fuck, fuck baby 'm close" he groans and it's like music to your ears.

the feeling is overwhelming, so many emotions swirling inside him all at once– it's like you dug deep inside his soul and opened Pandora's box. guilt, need, shame, bliss, adoration. if it weren't for the tears spilling from his eyes you wouldn't be aware of the effect you had on him.

you smile and gently wipe his tears away, placing little kisses on his cheeks as you cup his face with your hands, encouraging him to keep going "make yourself feel good for me, okay? you deserve it you're doing good. c'mon cum for me, handsome"

and he does— and it feels like heaven. his vision blurs as his cum spurts inside you, painting your gummy walls white. it takes him a while to regain his breath and composure, but even when his calm-and-collected mask is back on the grip on your hips doesn't falter. he keeps himself sheathed inside you as you lean against him, your combined juices leaking down to his base.

"so..." you eventually speak up, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "you feeling better now?" he only hums for lack of a better response, kissing the crown of your head and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you flush against his chest. he can't bring himself to tell you he's afraid to let you go, that he wants to stay like this for one more minute– to indulge himself the pleasure and comfort of normality and intimacy. because in the end he's still a stranger to you. still... things may change between you and this luxury he rarely affords could become part of his routine– if you want that too. for now he can only hope for something more and let the rough edges of his soul soften up in your embrace.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈, 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎, 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐈, (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫) 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄 ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

[soukokuforthesoul]

akutagawa has only ever looked at chuuya with respect, acknowledging him as a superior, always addressing him properly. even when chuuya insisted they were close friends, even when he encouraged akutagawa to drop the honorifics, akutagawa wasn’t looking for the friendship (though he might’ve silently admitted he enjoyed chuuya's presence at times). yet now, akutagawa was going against all the rules he'd set for himself; all the denial he'd spent on chuuya. but how could he help it… shit.

yes, akutagawa had worked so hard to view chuuya simply as his colleague. but now he was gazing at him, eyes wide, somehow just now witnessing the beauty that chuuya was.

and, no, he had always heard people compliment chuuya, had always known chuuya was quite attractive. still, he’d never paid as much attention as he was now—and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

he forced his eyes away, guiltily staring at the ground, hoping chuuya hadn’t noticed (knowing he probably had). it was hard to say what had caught his attention, what was so special about this moment that had him in awe of his superior’s… no, he should stop thinking about it.

his eyes flicked to the side, glancing at chuuya. maybe it was because he was being so quiet, as opposed to his usual energy. he was constantly moving, always up and ready for anything. the shock of calmness could’ve awakened something in akutagawa. or maybe it was the lighting, how the setting sun dipped over the planes of chuuya’s face and had his hair alight in a bright orange. how his eyes glinted and his smile softened. how he gazed back at akutagawa, like he was someone— beautiful.

oh. he had seen.

cheeks dusting a flushed pink, akutagawa fidgeted, clearing his throat. chuuya hummed, tilting his head up, his smile growing to something teasing and all too knowing.

“do you need something, ryuunosuke?” he prompted. he’d used akutagawa’s given name before, mostly to prove that they were close, and that akutagawa could call him chuuya, but it still had him sucking in a breath.

covering up with a cough, akutagawa looked away, unwilling to give into the strange, fluttery ache in his chest. “no, chuuya-san. thank you for the concern,” he muttered.

chuuya laughed his loud, freeing laugh, and it ignited something in akutagawa that had him ducking further away.

“okay, sure,” he chirped, and dropped a hand on akutagawa’s shoulder, trailing down to his hand as he stepped before him. their fingers intertwined before akutagawa had even realized what was happening, and chuuya pulled him forward, face alight with a sunset-painted smile. “c’mon, akutagawa—also, it’s chuuya, ‘kay? remember that.”

oh, how could he forget.

tucking his head down, trying to hide his smile, akutagawa stumbled after chuuya. “yes, chuuya-san,” he said anyway, earning himself an exasperated laugh.

he had not meant for this to happen. but things were often out of his control and, for once, he thought he didn’t mind.

chuuya was beautiful.