#bsd oneshot

[usagi-chwan]

Chuuya x shy!Reader - Incomprehension (NSFW, Part 1)

I know: a NSFW post on my account, for the very first time. And who better to inaugurate this than our beloved Chuuya?

I would like to remind you that I do not write overly "risqué scenes", with a few exceptions (no requests, sorry!). So why today, then? Simply to thank you for reaching 100 subscribers, and I hope you enjoy this little something!

I hope you enjoy reading it ~

You were lying there, on the bed you shared with your partner, trying as best you could to catch your breath, soaked through and through after a session that was, to say the least, physical.

The sheets had not even been bothered to be removed, your bare back covered in sweat resting shamelessly on the bedspread.

Well, not quite.

You felt guilty about staining the exceptionally soft, but also terribly expensive sheets that your boyfriend had bought with his own money with your bodily fluids. He kept telling you that it only made you more desirable, but you found that hard to believe.

You waited patiently for him to return as he had promised, trying your best to keep your legs together to limit the damage, but you had the painful feeling that it was useless. You could feel your fluids and Chuuya's, the result of a particularly passionate sex session, running down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you even more.

Your boyfriend had indeed gone to get a clean towel to dry you off, but you felt like he was taking much longer than usual. And you did not have the courage to call out to him, shy as you were.

So you waited, clenching your thighs, biting your lips to keep the moans of embarrassment from escaping your kiss-reddened lips (and perhaps by something else, who knows?), your eyes tightly closed. What was he doing? Had someone from work called him on the way, had Chuuya forgotten his main objective?

Turning your head toward the nightstand, whose lamp was the only source of light in the room, casting a mysterious and soothing glow, you could not see from where you stood whether Chuuya's phone was still there or not.

Your cheeks red with embarrassment, you got up as best you could, moaning softly at the cool, damp feeling between your legs, not daring to look down at the sticky thread connecting your thighs, crawling slowly toward the nightstand, too weak to stand up entirely.

The phone was still there. So—

The bedroom door suddenly opened, much to your surprise. You let out a small cry of surprise, quickly turning your head to see who had entered. But who could it be, other than your boyfriend, you thought, admiring his red curls as he closed the door gently behind him, a towel in his hand.

“Sorry I'm late, I was just running a bath-”

Chuuya stopped dead in his tracks, almost dropping the towel he was holding in his arms.

You were on the bed, on all fours with your back to him, in order to check where Chuuya's phone was.

Which also meant that your vagina, shiny and dripping with your mixed fluids, was perfectly exposed.

And, needless to say, this sight did not leave him indifferent, as evidenced by the shiver of pleasure that ran down his spine and the painful contraction of his penis in his boxer shorts, still damp from your previous lovemaking.

Time seemed to stand still between the two of you, both blushing profusely. But for two very different reasons: for you, simply because you were completely exposed without shame in front of your boyfriend (who had already seen you like this many times before, but still...), and for Chuuya, because this situation was simply unthinkable and unprecedented.

You, his sweet and innocent girlfriend, brought to your elbows and knees, your buttocks pointing toward the door, completely naked, without him asking you anything? He could not believe it, and yet...

He finally let a predatory smile spread across his lips, which did nothing to hide the blush that covered his entire face and ears... Nor did it hide the increasingly painful erection he was experiencing.

"Ch-Chuuya...! It's not what you think, I-!" you tried to explain, perhaps in vain. "I was just trying to-"

Indeed, your explanations had fallen on deaf ears. All Chuuya could focus on at that moment was your embarrassed, blushing face, your buttocks that had once again come into contact with the bedspread, covering it with your shared semen, and your breasts that suddenly jiggled when you turned toward him, completely panicked.

But you had no reason to be, exquisite as you were at that moment. Chuuya, a lump in his boxers growing harder and more painful, climbed onto the bed, crawling toward you like a predator with its prey, never taking his eyes off you. You could see in his eyes how aroused he was, and how much he loved you, only making the situation worse.

You could not help moaning when you saw him approaching you like that, running his hands over your skin, still covered in half-dried sweat, your arms, your stomach, your breasts, then your face, while he kissed you greedily, drunk with desire, breathing heavily and very quickly.

And that was just from seeing you, which he described as an incredibly erotic view. Honestly, how did you manage to turn him on so much just by letting him see your body, without even touching him or letting him touch you? He would never understand.

But he was always ready to learn new things, after all, he thought, mixing his tongue with yours, eliciting a muffled moan of pleasure.

Here you go, and thank you again for the 100 subscribers! I hope you enjoyed this little something. I am really not used to writing things like this... So I hope it was not too awful 🤣 Let me know if you want me to write a sequel, I will try my best!

See you later~!

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ

feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love

in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.

DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.

in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.

"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."

you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.

dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."

you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."

completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.

"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.

you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.

"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.

you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.

"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.

dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"

CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.

as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.

however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"

chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."

now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.

"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."

undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"

chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."

the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.

FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.

as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.

you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"

fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.

however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.

fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.

he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.

with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.

"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.

the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"

fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."

you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.

as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.

there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"

a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.

"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."

ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[spades-n-diamonds]

BSD MEN x GN!reader + ADA!reader — Reader who is incredibly clumsy

CHARACTERS — Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo, Fukuzawa

GENRE — fluff — headcanons

A/N — first fanfic on this account! I hope this is enjoyable

KUNIKIDA:

When you first joined the Armed Detective Agency, he quickly picked up on how clumsy you were. Constantly dropping things or bumping into people

The sound of stationary hitting the ground was irritating at first, it was a distraction from his work

One day you bumped into him while he was carrying a stack of paperwork. He definitely got annoyed and snapped a little because tidying it up made him a few minutes behind schedule

He felt bad after though as it wasn't intentional

Commented on it less and helps you pick up the items you drop or cleans up any spilled drinks.

Also assists in treating any cuts or gashes you might get while lecturing you about being more careful

DAZAI:

On your first day you knocked over a vase

Dazai teased you a LOT that day

He teases you quite a bit about how clumsy you are, making comments about how he simply doesn't understand how it's possible to be so clumsy

He stifles laughter every time he hears your exasperated sighs after your clumsiness results in a commotion

I feel like he'd find it endearing. I think he'd find it cute and use it as a way to get closer to you

Would help you pick up any fallen paperwork, dramatically sighing as he complains about how strenuous it is picking up what you drop

Despite his complaints, he enjoys it.

If you go to pick up something, he sometimes "coincidentally" goes to grab it at the same time to end up touching your hand

RANPO:

Thinks it's funny. I think he might tease you a little for it. Although if he notices you get embarrassed or upset by it he would knock it off and stop commenting on it

Places objects on your desk in places he that thinks you would be less likely to knock them over

If he notices you placed your cup too close to the edge of your desk he moves it closer to the center to avoid any unnecessary spills

Covers the edges of your desk in edge protectors so that you don't hurt yourself

FUKUZAWA:

Definitely would not tease or mock you for it

He would either not acknowledge as not to embarrass you or assist you in picking anything fallen up quietly without commenting on it too much

Or if you bump into him, he might take the blame for it

Wants to avoid embarrassing you as much as possible

Might help give some advice to help you become less clumsy

[sushi-atsushilover]

— ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

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Synopsis: Dazai is sick and he just won't let anyone help him with it, even though he needs help.

Contains: Slightly angsty, usual Dazai stuff, delirious Dazai, very high fever, mentions of Oda's death, mentions of Ango's betrayal, stubborn Dazai, kind of obsessive Dazai, might be ooc, female reader, reader isn't in the ADA but is sort of like an ally, might be rushed at the end etc.

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Dazai couldn’t even think properly, that's how sick he was. Every part of him ached. It wasn't a sharp kind of pain, it was a dull ache which seemed to get worse and worse with time. Infact, where on earth was he!?

Was this really his room? His flat? Was he even supposed to be at his flat?

He tried to get up, but he just couldn't. He felt like he was pinned down by an anvil. He tried again, even harder, but the most he could do was slightly lift his head off the pillow. And that didn't really last long, he crashed back onto the bed before he could raise himself further.

"Quit struggling, you'll make it worse" a voice said shortly, making Dazai slowly turn, groaning as he did. And infront of him were you, holding a tray with a bowl full of water and a small washcloth. Was he hallucinating you too?

No, that can't be right— you were touching his forehead, and it just felt so real. Even if this was unreal. Why were you doing this?

"Belladonnaaaa" he whined deliriously.

"How could you kidnap an innocent, sickly man like meee. Free meee my opulent opal plum"

"Well I'm afraid you'll die if I free you, and we can't have that. Also, what on earth were you thinking when you went outside like that?" You replied, bored and unfazed.

"But plum blossom, I want to die! That's why I went outside! I was going to put myself out of this miserable fever by drowning myself in the cool, heavenly waters of-" he started poetically, remembering what had happened.

He was sick, so obviously he used this as an excuse to not go to work. However, as smart as he was, he wasn't smart enough to drag himself to a hospital or atleast a pharmacy. Instead, he was trying to drown himself, again. You had caught him in the middle of his 'asphyxiation', and dragged him back to your apartment, ignoring his feverish grumbling and faux sobbing.

You honestly wanted to tie him up to make sure he wouldn’t escape, but you didn’t. Why? Because he quite literally can't. He's too sick to even think straight.

"I'm afraid you can't die today Dazai, you'll have to survive" You cut him off, making him pout.

"How cruel you are, my thorny rose! To let me suffer like this!"

"I'm helping you with your suffering Dazai, the cruel thing to do would be to let you think you were drowning in a river when you were just hallucinating while splashing around in mud. Goodness it took forever to clean you up" you countered, taking the washcloth and soaking it in the water. You squeezed out the excess and gently wiped his face with it.

It wasn't dirty anymore; you had made sure to bathe him properly. He's already sick with high fever, and all that filth wouldn’t help him in anyway. As much as he tried to fight back, his body betrayed him. He found himself leaning into your gentle caressing. It just felt so nice, the pleasantly icy water a comforting contrast to his burning hot skin.

"I always lose the things I love the most"

And just like that, he used whatever strength he had left in him to scoot as far away from you as he possibly could.

"Careful, you'll fall over" you warn him, not really all that bothered.

"But why are you helping me my gracious Black Dahlia?" he suddenly slurs, making you raise your eyebrows. You could already tell before, but this just confirmed your assumptions. Dazai Osamu doesn't like being helped like this does he? He doesn’t want to get attached to someone, and he doesn’t want to get betrayed either.

"Evil expects evil from others"

True in some cases, but not all.

"I simply want to help" you answer shortly.

"But why do you want to help me?" he pushed further, trying to make himself look more threatening but failing.

"I simply do" You retort nonchalantly.

"I- That's not a valid answer!"

"Whether it's valid or not is an opinion; and it's still an answer"

"Touché" he grumbles irritably.

Suddenly you stood up, and began to leave making Dazai stare at you with subtle wistfulness. His mouth opened and closed, trying to think what he should say next but he couldn't. His head was aching.

"Where 're you going" he blurted out all of the sudden, making you mildly fazed for the first time within their interaction.

"Going to get you medicine" you answer promptly.

"But I don't wanna take medicine, it's bitterrr" he complained, making you deadpan at him.

"Don't leave meeeee" he garbled desperately, flapping his hands around. He was trying to somehow grab onto you, but to no avail. You were too far away.

So far away. And one day you'll be gone forever. And he'll have no one.

It doesn’t matter how well you're taking care of him, how lovingly you're stroking his face and humouring him. It doesn’t matter how you care enough to not let him die and feed him food and medicine. He'll lose you one day like everything else in the world. Just like Ango, you might have to betray him one day. Just like Oda, you will have to die one day.

Death is inevitable.

No matter how much he usually asks you to commit double suicide with him, he can't actually bear the thought of your death. He pretends to be sad that you don't accept his requests, but he's happier than ever that you're going to live one more day. If you said yes he would've switched the topic completely, kept a close eye on you, and never mention such a thing again. Never

"Don't go..."

"I'm here" you returned with the medicine, making Dazai flap his hands again.

"...I thought you were too tired to move"

"I ammm" Dazai whined, flapping his hands again.

"Then how are you moving your hands like that, and how are you still arguing" you deadpanned at him.

"I am nearing death, plum blossom. Death has granted me one final wish: to speak to you and express my fondness for you" he answered melodramatically.

"Well I'm afraid death will be driven away from you: I have medicine"

"I don't wanna take it, it tastes horribleee"

"Everything tastes horrible when you're ill Dazai"

"I don't careeee I don't wanna eat itttt"

"I'll make you crab afterwards"

"Can I get sake?"

"After you get better"

"Noooooooo"

One day you'll be gone. And you'll never come back. But for now...it won’t hurt to get a little attached right?

Right?

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[thesimpthatneverstopssimping]

Waking Up Next To You Is a Blessing and a Curse (Osamu Dazai)

Warnings: Talks about death

Genre: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, Dazai's lover

Requested By: N/A

Character: Osamu Dazai

     The sun peeks through the curtains shining onto Dazai's face causing him to stir. He opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling for a moment before looking in the direction of your still sleeping face.

     He shifts to lay on his side and stretches out a hand to stroke your cheek. He loves moments like this. Watching you sleep, so peacefully. "Just like how the dead look in coffins," those thoughts come in to ruin his serenity. "Why was he allowed to be happy when so many had been killed by his hands?" More come, "(Y/N) will end up dead and it will be all your fault."

     Dazai's fingers tense and he pulls his hand away. Just like clockwork, every time he feels at peace while you are asleep these thoughts flood his mind, clouding any sort of happiness or peace that had occurred.

     He rolls back onto his back to stare at the ceiling again. He knows it makes you worry when you wake up to him like this. Dazai knows it planted a seed of doubt since he is never affectionate in the mornings. He just can't bring himself to tell you why he is like this. To tell you why he is closed off by the time you wake.

      Dazai gets out of the bed and walks the the kitchen. He knows you're only in the next room, but it feels empty without you there. His calloused hand grabs a cup from the cupboard. The same hand that had held the guns that had killed too many people.

      Arms snake around his waist from behind and he instinctively tenses. He knows it's you, but it doesn't stop the reaction. He looks over his shoulder as you sleepily lean into him.

     "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" you ask.

     "I slept fine," he answers stiffly.

It wasn't a lie. He did. There were no dreams to torment him in the night and that is indeed "fine".

     "What are you making?" You ask after noticing the cup.

     "Coffee. Do you want anything?"

     "(Drink of your choice)," you answer.

    He nods, gets out of your hold, and goes to prepare the drink. He can already see the disappointment on your face after he pulled away without even needing to look. He knows it all too well. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't stand being loved and cared about when you know his past. It feel like you just slipped it under the rug. Don't you realize he is a murderer? That he touches you with bloodied hands?hands that may be the reason you-

     "Osamu? What's wrong?" You interrupted his thoughts.

     Dazai paused for a second before answering, "Nothing."

      "Please don't lie to me, Osamu."

      He turns and looks at you. The concern in your face. The way you still look disappointed, but you were more worried about him. What did he do to deserve your goodness, your worry, your compassion?

     "I can't help you if you close me off," you continue.

     He can't decide. Does he tell you and risk everything that comes with that or continue on like nothing happened and most likely make you worry more? He can't decide. Dazai doesn't know if he could let his guard down around you. He loves you, there is no doubt about that in his mind. He just isn't sure how to let someone truly in anymore, but the desperate, worried look in your eyes tells him everything.

     There was a slight shake in his hand as he puts the cup down and walks towards you. He cups your cheeks and looks into your eyes. The same eyes that hold worry for him when very few others did.

     "Every morning starts of peaceful," he starts. He could see the confusion in your eyes. "I watch your stunning face sleep after I wake up. Then... thoughts come. Thoughts i can not control no matter how hard I try."

      "Osamu-" you start but are cut off with his head slowly shaking. You stop talking.

      "I am scared I will lose you. That my past will come back for me and you will get caught in the crossfire."

"That wont happen. I'm not helpless-"

"I know. You're very capable, but... these worries are not driven by logic. I'm not sure if it would be better or worse if they were."

You hug him. He was surprised for a moment but quickly wraps his arms around you to return the hug.

"Just be okay. I wouldn't be able to handle you being just another person underground becauseof me," he requested quietly.

You just nod. That seemed to be enough for him. The two of you hold each other 'til one of your "get ready" alarms goes of.

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This was originally supposed to be about Chuuya instead of Dazai but after the second paragraph I realized it fit Dazai more.

[iheartz4starzz]

NEVER THERE 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

husband!chuuya x f.reader

SYNOPSIS: you only get to see your husband, chuuya, once a day, which is late at night when you're about to go to sleep. the next morning, you always wake up to him gone.

TW: slight angst, but dw, it'll be fluff at the end, might be a few grammar mistakes

NOTES: fun fact: a lot of these oneshots are based on my c.ai chats <3

Btw I never specified if the reader was taller or shorter than Chuuya, so you can just imagine it urself. ^^

You heard the door unlock, revealing a redhead mafioso, who peaked his head into the room. He let out a sigh and stepped through the door, running a hand through his hair as he set his hat onto his nightstand.

"Doll, did you wait f'me again?" Chuuya asked and crossed his arms.

There you were, sitting on your guys shared bed with your phone in hand. You were playing mobile games while waiting for your beloved to return home after a long days worth of work.

"Yeah. It doesn't feel the same when you're not here next to me when I sleep." You replied, averting your gaze with a slight pout.

Chuuya let out another sigh, but couldn't help but chuckle and smile warmly at how cute his wife was. He quickly showered and changed into his bedtime clothes before getting into the sheets next to you.

Resting your cheek on your husbands toned chest, you let out a breath of contentment before closing your eyes. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms was soothing for you, which was perfect to help you sleep.

"How was work today?" You asked with a yawn, trying to keep yourself awake.

"Fine. I had to fix a smuggling deal that one of my stupid subordinates messed up." Chuuya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You laughed, then snuggling closer to the redhead. You let out another yawn, to which Chuuya noticed and ran his fingers through you (h/c) hair. "You're tired, doll. Go to sleep now."

You shook your head in protest, blinking your eyes. "Nuh-uh! I want to spend more time with you, so I need to stay awake."

Chuuya shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. "Sleep now."

"But I-"

"No buts."

You sighed, closing your eyes to let your sleepiness consume you. Before you could final succumb to your slumber, you looked up at Chuuya with tired eyes.

"Will you be here next to me when I wake up?"

Chuuya could only bite the inside of his cheek and shake his head. "No doll, I'm sorry. I have work tomorrow."

You nodded and closed your eyes. "I love you, Chuuya."

"I love you to, (Name)."

The next morning, you woke up per usual to Chuuya not next to you. You let out a sigh of disappointment and stretched, then moving your feet to over the edge of the bed. You unplugged your phone from your charger and noticed a note and a red rose sitting on your nighstand.

You took the letter and read it, smiling in the end. The letter said:

'Dear (Name),

I'm sorry I can't be there to greet you in the morning. I promise I'll make it up to you next time with a bunch of presents, love, and kisses.

I love you.

Your husband, Chuuya.'

Though the letter was sweet, you couldn't help but frown in disappointment. That's what he would always say when you brought up the fact that he was never there for you. Pushing the thoughts down, you got up from bed and headed to your office to start working.

Usually you stayed home, due to the fact you were a stay-at-home wife, and partially of the fact you also worked from home. It was only those one times you went outside if you wanted to go shopping.

One work was finished, you went to the kitchen to make dinner and clean up around the penthouse. Once again, you ate dinner alone and left leftovers for Chuuya to eat once he got home. You then got ready for bed and got under the covers, bringing out your phone and began to wait till Chuuya came home.

Another hour passed, and Chuuya was still not home. You let out a sigh and laid sprawled out on the bed, starfish style. Bringing your arm up into the air, you stared at the hand with a ring wrapped around your ring finger. You chewed the inside of your cheek and rested that hand on your chest. You yearned for Chuuya's love, and missed him dearly.

Just then, the door to the bedroom unlocked, revealing the redhead who walked inside with a tired expression.

"Hey, Doll. I'm back." He greeted you with a smile.

"Welcome home." You replied and sat up.

After Chuuya was done with getting ready for bed, he got under the covers with you. Chuuya let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"I missed you." Chuuya told you.

You stayed quiet for a moment before responding. "I missed you to. But, you're not going to be here next to me when I wake up..."

Chuuya frowned. He felt a twinge of guilt in his heart and began to rub your back apologetically. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, (Name). You know how my boss is."

Suddenly, Chuuya heard sniffling. He watched you sit up from his arms and bury your face into your hands, beginning to cry. Chuuya felt his heart shatter to see you sobbing because of him. Chuuya sat up quickly and rubbed your back.

"(Name)?" He mumbled quietly, his soft voice laced with concern and worry. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-I'm sorry. It's just that— I miss you so much, Chuuya. I only see you one time a day because you always come late from work." You sobbed and wiped your tears. "But every time I stare at my ring, I have to keep reminding myself that I have a husband! But it feels like I don't, because you're never here!"

Chuuya didn't know how to reply, and only felt his guilt increase from hearing your pain and yearn for his love. Chuuya cupped your cheek, turning you face towards him. "(Name), I—"

"Am I pushing you away? Am I to clingy? Is that why you're spending so much time at work instead of at home with me? Your wife?" You interrupted Chuuya, sniffling again. "Is your job really more important than your wife? Do you still love me?"

Chuuya's eyes widened when he heard that last question. He quickly brought you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "No, I still love you! And you're not pushing me away, (Name)—"

Chuuya took a deep breath before continuing. "You're not pushing me away, love. I would never allow that to happen, because you're the most important woman in my life. I love you far to much to ever let you go. It's just... it's my job."

"But wouldn't Mori understand that you have a wife at home? You're not just some mindless pawn for his use! You're your own person, Chuuya!" You argued, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-No, I'm sorry. I understand that you're doing this for the both of us. I understand that you're working really hard to have a roof over our heads..."

"(N-Name), don't just brush if off like that," Chuuya stammered, cupping both of your cheeks. He let out a sigh before pressing a kiss against your lips. "I'll see what I can do, alright? Just... please don't cry. I can't bare to see you like this."

You nodded and laid back down in bed with Chuuya, wrapped in his arms. You sniffled again and wiped the left tears on your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red. "I'm sorry, Chuuya. I just don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I know, Doll. I understand where your pain is coming from, I really want to do something about it." Chuuya replied and brought your closer to him, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "I love you, (Name). Don't think to much about it, okay?"

You nodded once more. "I love you to, Chuuya."

The next morning, you stirred from your sleep, blinking your eyes awake and looked to your side. Frowning to see that Chuuya wasn't there, you got up and ran a hand over your face.

'Don't be such a bad wife, (Name). Chuuya is doing this for both you and him. At least appreciate what he's doing.' You told yourself and got up from bed, making your way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As soon as you left the bedroom, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, tingling your taste buds. You breathed in the smell, licking your lips as you approached the kitchen. You peaked around the corner, your eyes widening to see Chuuya standing at the stove with a apron that said 'Kiss The Cook.'

"Chuuya?"

Chuuya jolted and turned around, quickly turning off the stove and smiled at you warmly. "Morning, Doll."

You teared up, smiling as you ran towards Chuuya, crushing in a hug. "Agh! W-Why are you crying?" Chuuya frantically asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"N-No, it's happy tears, Chuuya! Happy tears!" You repeated, laughing at his misconception.

Chuuya smiled and cupped your cheeks, giving you a morning kiss. "You're such a crybaby." He teased and flicked your forehead.

You whined and held your forehead, pouting as you looked up at Chuuya. The two of you laughed it off in the end. Chuuya wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The two of you connected lips, the kiss strong, passionate, yet gentle at the same time.

After a few moments, the couple broke the kiss and smiled at each other. You rested your forehead against Chuuya's, eyes closed as the two of your soaked in the moment.

"I love you, Chuuya." You whispered.

"I love you to, (Name)." He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Soo... Kiss the Cook, eh?"

"Shut up!"

ENDING NOTE: i didn't want to make readers wife role seem to clingy, or to unappreciative. i hope i didn't make anybody upset with reader, tho.

luv u all! <3

-mai

[aureatchi]

⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SANTA TELL ME IF HE REALLY CARES ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, sigma

the pm is hosting a christmas party for yokohama! everyone is encouraged to bring a gift for the people they love…so what do the bsd men get you?

info. fem!reader. sm fluff. profanities from chuuya ofc LOL, them trying to outdo each other for you. pm hq has a rooftop floor here. implied reader is in the ada. wc. 3.1k

You walked inside the lavish lobby of the port mafia headquarters to be greeted by DAZAI, who immediately embraced you in his arms.

“Bella! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you in. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up, relieving you of the chilly weather outside.

“Of course, Osamu,” you giggled. “Wouldn’t want to miss something super special as this.”

Still trapping you in his hug, he led you down the hallway, one hand moving to playfully pat your head. Security guards parted to let the two of you through, entering the room where everyone was.

“So many people!” you exclaimed when you entered the headquarters’ formal dining hall decorated in Christmas festivities. Everyone was either chatting about or gathering by a table to get sweet desserts or hot chocolate.

“Want some hot chocolate to warm up, angel?” Dazai asked, looking towards the line.

“No thanks,” you replied. “You’ve warmed my heart up already.”

He gave you a smug smile in response, but you didn’t miss the light pink that also flushed his cheeks.

“Come over here.”

You followed Dazai as he made his way to a different table filled with wrapped presents and bags alike.

Dazai took one of them—the gift bag in your favorite color and handed it to you.

“For the gift exchange,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, bella. I hope you like it.”

Your eyes lit up in joy, grateful and excited to see what he had gotten you. “Thank you!”

The first thing you pulled out of the bag was a custom heart pendant in your preferred metal—Dazai knew whether you liked silver or gold better. When you unclasped the locket, you saw matching pictures of you and Dazai inside, both bundled up in the snow. It was a good memory to look back at.

“This is so cute, Osamu.” You closed the locket and let the brunette place the jewelry around your neck.

“It looks even better on you.”

The second thing inside the bag was a box. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a Lego flower set.

“As much as you love flowers, they don’t last forever. However, these do!” You grinned widely at the thought and matching gift—Dazai always easily recalled your favorite things.

“We can build them together, too,” he continued, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love them. You’re amazing at getting gifts.”

“I wouldn’t expect that at all.” Your attention was brought to the ginger-haired who had his arms crossed beside the both of you, a cheeky grin on his face. CHUUYA had a mug of eggnog in his hand, though you knew for sure he’d rather have a glass of red wine reserved for the evening party instead.

“Chuuya!”

“What’s up, doll?” he smiled, a different, sweeter tone entirely, as he strode towards you.

“What do you mean by that?” Dazai asked, referring to Chuuya’s earlier comment.

“Thought your taste in gifts would be shitty, just like you,” he chuckled as you greeted him with a hug.

“Hey, that’s a bit rude,” you whispered.

“Oh really?” Dazai responded with his own sarcastic laugh. “I’m not sure you could do any better.”

“You really underestimate me! Come with me, baby…we’re going to prove to the-thing-that-comes-with-the-discounted-bandages who really knows what to get a lady for Christmas!”

Dazai stood, jaw dropped, dramatically offended as Chuuya pulled you away.

You two walked to the other side of the room, where there were even more gifts under one of the many Christmas trees in the hall.

“Bastard,” Chuuya sulked under a scowl, picking up a box wrapped in crimson red, his statement color.

You chuckled in amusement. He riled up so easily, over something so trivial. “Don’t worry about him, Chuu. I already know I’m going to like what you got.”

“Ya better,” he replied, but cheered up from your words. “Are you able to hold it?”

He handed you the box, hovering his arms below for support in case you dropped it. Though it was a larger package, it was still a bit heavier than you expected.

“Yeah, I got it.” You then raised an eyebrow. What could be inside this gift?

You set it down on the nearest table, undoing the pretty bow of ribbon and wrapping paper that kept the mystery intact.

Inside, you were received with a record player.

“Oh, wow!”

You loved music, and you’d always wanted to start collecting vinyls as it looked cool, but everyone knew it was an expensive hobby.

Not only had Chuuya gotten that—a very nice one, too—he also got the records of your top ten favorite albums.

You looked through the covers, smiling with each new one you saw.

Chuuya explained a few things—how he was setting you up for good because he made sure you got a turntable player instead of a suitcase one, how you should replace the black slip mat with the white one he bought instead so your vinyls look prettier, how to not damage the records…you could hardly pay attention to him though because you were overjoyed at how thoughtful he was for that.

“You seem passionate. Do you collect them too?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to research to find something good enough for you.”

You could feel your heart melt. He had really spent time picking this out after you’d only mentioned you finding record players vintage and cool twice, and you’d never even pointed out you’d want it as a gift.

“Thank you, Chuuya,” you said, leaning towards him, burying your face in his neck. “I love it…especially how you recall my favorite albums, too.”

“Of course doll,” he replied, running his hands through your hair. “Merry Christmas.”

You could’ve stayed like that, but your little moment with the port mafia executive was ruined when Chuuya glanced over at one of the snack tables to find all the food had just disappeared.

“Now what the fuck?”

You followed, looking at what he was looking at. Then, you realized the man standing by the table with a piece of cake—the last piece of cake.

RANPO caught your gaze and jumped, hyper from all the sugar he consumed. “There you are!” He ran towards you and shoved you on the ground, away from Chuuya.

“Hey man, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted in annoyance.

Ranpo acknowledged the ginger-haired only then, looking up from where he had you suffocating in his arms. “Huh? Oh, sorry, didn’t see ya there.”

Chuuya grew even more infuriated at the provoke.

“You tryna pick a fight?”

“You still want to after knowing how last time turned out?”

Ranpo was referring to their last encounter, where Chuuya had embarrassingly lost against him from a single blow. But you didn’t need to know that.

So, Chuuya used all his willpower to keep silent under an outraged glare as he watched Ranpo drag you away to make sure he didn’t bring up any details about it.

“I got you a gift too!” Ranpo exclaimed as you walked back towards where the other agency members were hanging out. “Wanna guess what it is?”

“Hm…some sort of treat, that’s for sure,” you replied.

“Partly correct!” he replied. “That’s not all that I got you though.”

“Oh? How generous!”

“No!” his response was stern. “A princess like you deserves more…as the world’s greatest detective, noone would know that better than me.”

You smiled. “You’re right, Ranpo.”

With that, he handed you one of the cutest gift baskets you’ve seen. The actual basket was snowman-themed, and inside was everything you wanted that could fit in it—that pajama set you had in your online shopping cart, the new skincare products you’ve wanted to try, your favorite candle—you hadn’t even ever mentioned it to him before. And, of course, a lot of chocolate. Of course, Ranpo would also be the best gift-buyer, using his knowledge to his advantage.

The one thing that really stood out to you, though, was a jar of Hershey kisses, with a note on it that said:

KISSES WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.

It even had a chibi-fied face of the cute brunette on it.

“This is my favorite thing in this gift,” you said.

“Of course, because I know you always miss me when I’m not there to kiss,” Ranpo confidently stated. “Which is why I came up with a solution! They’ll never be as sweet as me, but it works.”

You laughed in delight. It was a very creative idea. “This is amazing; thank you, Ranpo!”

Never knowing how to respond to thankfulness directly, he answered it with something else. “Hey, there’s something on your nose.”

“Really?” You moved a hand to feel what was on there, but Ranpo grabbed your wrist to prevent you. Instead, he bopped your nose with his lips.

“There was frosting,” he said, probably from when he excitedly greeted you earlier.

“You enjoyed those desserts, huh?” you asked, glancing at the depleted table once again.

“Yup! It was just lying there, and noone said anything about how much you could take, so…!” He paused, trying to remember something.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

…

You chatted with agency and port mafia members alike a while after. Everyone was having a good time, even when Chuuya started bickering with Dazai and challenged him to a duel.

“Shithead!

“Mackerel!”

“How about you talk once you grow another two inches?”

As everyone was being entertained by Chuuya breaking an entire wall by throwing Dazai through it, your eyes were distracted by an elaborate bouquet of roses and baby breaths that you hadn’t noticed before.

Curious because it wasn’t by any other gifts, you left the crowd to inspect it.

You were surprised when you picked the arrangement up and saw that it was addressed to your name on a note. However, there was no name to say who it was from.

You looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could’ve placed the flowers there. But everyone else was watching the fight.

You flipped the note over, seeing a sketch of an elevator and a four-number code on the back.

An elevator?

You scanned the hall once again. The only elevator there was the one at the corner, restricted to the port mafia. The guests weren’t allowed to use it, and a security pad was guarding it.

You hesitated but then decided to approach the door. If someone gave you the code they wanted and were permitting you to use it, right?

Once again, no one protested because they were all distracted watching Chuuya on the ceiling, making sure Dazai couldn’t touch him. You pressed the four numbers into the pinpad and were congratulated with a correct ding! sound and the elevator sliding open.

You stepped inside and realized there was only one button—to go up. You pressed it, and the doors closed, moving you up.

Luxurious as always, the elevator had a glass window, the entire city of Yokohama coming into view as you went higher. A few seconds in, you realized that the elevator wasn’t going to stop until you reached the top.

You still weren’t sure who had mysteriously invited you to meet them. You hoped it wasn’t the boss—the doctor in charge creeped you out, if you were being honest. But you figured it couldn’t be him because he was also downstairs, chilling with the agency’s president.

Your heartbeat raced as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, adrenaline surging in anticipation of the surprise, coupling with the chilly breeze outside. You had reached the rooftop.

“You’re so easy to tempt; those flowers drew you in faster than a blind mouse to a piece of cheese laid in a trap.”

You smiled as you heard the foreign accent of the person near the edge riddle you while admiring the entire city below. “Hi, Fedya.”

FYODOR turned around, violet eyes meeting yours.

“I should’ve known.” Of course, the enigma was him—conundra was the Russian’s signature.

“How in the world did you even get here?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He always had his ways to infiltrate anywhere—through deception, through hacking, anything goes.

“I invited ourselves,” he smirked, and only then did you notice his two subordinates on the other side, one in fear as the other tried to trip him over the ledge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the gift-giving either.”

Fyodor took out a jewelry box. “I hardly get to see you. So I thought to get you something that you could wear everyday.

“And this one is special, to remind you of my presence even more.” He opened it, revealing a bracelet, and like Dazai, he also knew what color jewelry suited you best. It was nothing too showy—it was simple, but it was classy, timeless, just like him.

And you noticed what made it special. There was no clasp. It was made to be welded on the person’s wrist—a forever bracelet.

“Choose wisely,” Fyodor said as you looked in awe. “Which wrist, milaya?”

You quickly contemplated and held out one of your wrists towards him as he took out tweezers and a small laser. You watched as he delicately fastened the bracelet around your arm, making sure it sat on your wrist perfectly.

“Finished, fine with it?” he asked when he was done, and you lifted your hand toward the horizon.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you responded candidly. Then, Fyodor lifted up his own sleeve under his coat, revealing a matching one. You were almost stunned, because you didn’t think he would be the type to wear anything other than a necklace.

“Merry Christmas, dorogaya,” he softly said, pressing you against his chest in a hug.

“WAIT, WAIT! Dove, there’s still me! Don’t seal away your heart just yet!”

“Huh?” You both turned towards NIKOLAI, who kindly but quickly moved Fyodor away from you.

The next thing you knew, there were foil snowman and reindeer balloons in your hand, white confetti popped over you, acting as snow, and the jester standing in front of you presenting a large gift.

“To be honest, I’m scared,” you admitted, knowing his chaotic, playful nature.

“Why?” he giggled. “Think I’m going to scare ya, baby? You can take my word, there’s no jumpscares in this one.”

“You better not be lying,” you said and removed the lid of the black box that reminded you of a magician’s top hat.

And he was being truthful because you were greeted with the exact opposite of remarkable. He had gifted you plain, white socks.

“Wow, Kolya. I never even knew you were capable of being mundane.”

He laughed once again as he just set the box in front of you, not saying anything more as you stared at him in confusion.

You took the socks out. Surely, there was a catch. He was acting too suspicious. And the entire gift was odd. You found nothing tampered with on the socks, though. And there was nothing else in the box. So why was it so big? And why did it look deeper than where the bottom stopped?

You nervously looked at Nikolai before sticking both hands in. You felt your way around the level until you realized the entire package floor felt like paper machete, something used in piñatas and things like that.

By instinct, you lifted a fist and punched through the box. You immediately punctured through the false bottom, uncovering your true gift.

He celebrated. “Smart girl!”

There was an assortment of plushies—many of them. You always asked Nikolai to help you get some whenever you found claw machines at amusement parks, so he knew you loved stuffed animals.

Then, there was a large, fluffy throw blanket, perfect for winter.

“I got that because I know you’re probably so cold when I’m not hugging you.” True. Nikolai encapsulated you like a blanket whenever he came over.

“The thought of having this didn’t even cross my mind,” you said. “Well, that goes for everything you do,” you chuckled.

“That was really creative; I love it, thank you!”

Nikolai popped more confetti, this time in pink hearts. “She loves it! Happy, happy Christmas!”

He swung you off the ground, spinning you with ease until your own head started spinning the opposite way.

“Gogol! I think she’s dizzy!”

The two-tone-haired casino owner had a concerned look on his face, and you couldn’t tell if it was because your eyes were unfocusing or because Nikolai was throwing you around so easily. Strong guy.

Nikolai stopped, realizing he had gotten too excited. “Sorry, dove! Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you responded, unable to keep your balance as you tripped over yourself. You landed on SIGMA’s torso, and he helped guide you to stand up properly again.

“Thanks, Sigma,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, now that I get to see you again.” He lightly blushed, breaking eye contact as you smiled. “I’m glad to see you too.”

“I got you something as well,” he replied, showing his own present. “I’m not sure what the people downstairs got you, and mine isn’t as fancy as Dostoevsky’s nor as extraordinary as Gogol’s, but I hope you like it.”

You felt warm, even in the icy weather. “Awh, just hearing that you got something for me is more than enough,” you replied. “I am so grateful no matter what.”

You took the present and opened it, first greeted by a new set of poker cards. However, this one was different because when you sifted through them, you realized it was the Decay of Angel’s custom set. You had been wowed by Nikolai’s Joker and Fyodor’s Jack when you first saw them, always using the set when you played a game with others.

But there was also a new addition to this stack. You were on it, taking your place as the queen.

“What? Sigma, this is so cool!”

There was one more thing inside. Your favorite lipstick in your favorite shade.

Sigma loved the color and even more how it looked on you. He loved how his cheeks would stain whenever you kissed him there—the pigmented contrast to his paler skin. You hardly needed restocking as you loved the lipstick yourself, but it was always good to have another extra.

“Merry Christmas,” Sigma said as you opened the container and swatched it on your face. You looked as beautiful as ever.

“Merry Christmas, Sigma,” you responded, kissing his forehead. Then, you pulled a cookie wrapped in a napkin from inside your coat and placed it in his mouth.

“Saved it for you,” you giggled. “There’s a lot downstairs. Maybe they’ll let you guys in if I say I invited you. Well, at least you.”

i heard if u rb, u will receive x2 gifts this xmas from ur favs! reblogs are appreciated; they are your christmas gift to me! <3

tags : @kissesmellow21

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[sume3luvv]

Echoes of a Nonexistent Heart.

⟢ borders belong to @kodaswrld, @ianrkives, and @carnage-cathedral

synopsis: once, then again.

☄. *. ⋆ o.dazai x fem!reader

story starts at 15!zai and goes to 22!zai later on.

Osamu Dazai does not feel.

A cavity—in which his heart should be—is instead filled with an unyielding emptiness, a void that swallows every flicker of warmth before it can take root.

To him, a heart is too beautiful for such a horrible and cold person such as himself. A feeling too pure for his unforgivable nature.

Rain poured onto Yokohama, the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the pavement echoing through its quiet streets.

Wet hair clinging to his cheekbones, trickling down his pale skin like unspoken tears, and mixing with the puddles while his soaked clothes sent shivers down his spine. Dazai had a habit of walking by himself in empty street, especially when it's raining. It made him feel something besides empty—he wouldn't know how to put it into words.

A faint meow, nearly drowned by the rain, echoes from a threshold of an alleyway, distant street lamps providing a viewpoint for the young man.

Dazai slowed his steps, tilting his head toward the small feline that huddled in the corner of a beat up box, shivering from its dampened fur. He then crouched down next to the frail and skinny cat, causing it to flinch in fear.

Huh. Dazai wondered if the cat was even more lost than he is. Extending his hand, the cat hesitated for a moment before creeping forward, rubbing its body against Dazai's hand while its tail perked up. Dazai slowly scooped the cat into his arms, his drenched clothing only offering a little warmth.

"Hah... you're a mess." Dazai murmured, though his words lacked any real bite. "Guess we're both strays tonight."

And, for a moment, Dazai just crouched there, letting the pouring rain wash over them both.

Just then, Dazai blinked when he suddenly felt the rain stop. He tilted his chin up to find an umbrella over his head, shielding him from the rain. Dazai turned his head back to meet the gaze of a girl with (e/c) eyes.

"You're wet. You can catch a cold." The girl spoke up, clearly stating the obvious.

Dazai didn't reply, turning his attention back onto the cat in his arms. The girl continued to stand in the same position, holding the umbrella over Dazai's head patiently, as if waiting for him to get up.

"Hah... how generous. Do you always stop for strays?" Dazai asked suddenly, now standing up and turning to the stranger to observe her.

She was an inch or two shorter than him, (h/c) hair, a little bit dampened from the rain, capturing (e/c) eyes, and a school uniform that told Dazai that she's just any average, normal girl.

"Are you not going to say anything?" he mused, the corners of his lips turning into a small smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. "How disappointing. I thought people who did good deeds would at least wanted a thank you."

The stranger stared at Dazai plainly and offered a small shrug. "Not really. I thought you were some hobo on the sidewalk."

Dazai's his eye twitch at the strangers comment. First, she was trying to save some stray kid and an half-dead cat like it's the most normal thing in the world, and now she's calling him a hobo.

"How hurtful." Dazai said, his lips falling slightly. "Are you just a soul who thinks they can fix people wherever they go? I hate to burst your bubble, but—" He let out a breathy chuckle. "Some thing are beyond saving."

The girl stayed quiet, neither flinching or caught off guard by Dazai's statement. She was calm, and it irritated the brunette because she wouldn't go away. Instead, she adjusted her grip on the umbrella, continuing to hold it over the two of them.

The girls glanced at cat curled in Dazai's arms, then met his empty gaze again. "Then why are you still holding it?" she inquired curiously.

Unconsciously, Dazai's fingers tightened slightly around the dampened fur. He could've simply walked away from the cat, ignoring its helpless sounds and left it to freeze in the cold rain—but he didn't.

Dazai let out a forced chuckle, shaking his head. "Hah, you got me there."

Judging by her unimpressed expression, Dazai could tell that the girl isn't humored. He clicked his tongue before speaking again. "And what now? Gonna offer me a warm meal next? A bed? Perhaps a reason to live?" he let out a mock gasp. "How scandalous, we only just met."

"No," The stranger simple said, shaking their head. "But I do know a place nearby where you can dry off."

Dazai blinked.

That was it? No pitied, sentimental statement—just a quiet offer, one that Dazai can take or leave. An offer without expectations.

How stranger.

How... inconvenient.

"Making me choose, are we?" he sighed, holding the cat closer. "I suppose I can't leave this poor cat out here by itself to freeze in the rain."

The stranger nodded in response. She wasn't expectant of him.

Dazai couldn't help but chuckle, not realizing how an amused smirk crept onto his lips—one that actually seemed genuine. He stepped closer under the umbrella.

"Lead the way, then."

And, for the first time in his life, Dazai walked towards something instead of running away.

Dazai never saw the girl again after that day. The memory of their fleeting encounter faded like a dream, overshadowed by the next seven years of Dazai's life. Odasaku's death and joining the Armed Detective Agency left no room for anything—or anyone—else.

But, at times when Dazai is by himself, deep in thought—his mind would trail back their encounter. He wondered where that girl is now. Perhaps she went on with her life and studied in college, had a family, or is living peacefully in her own presence.

It's crazy an experience so simple is something Dazai's brain found worth remembering, or maybe it's the unintentional lesson taught to him that there's good people in the world willing to help him. He always believed people like those were a dream, but oh boy was he wrong.

Now, twenty-two year old Osamu Dazai walked through the streets of Yokohama, an umbrella hanging over his head to protect him from the pouring rain.

He stopped in his tracks when noticing a lone figure sitting at a bench in a park, her head hanging low. The outline of her figure was somewhat familiar. She seemed to be lost in thought, the air around her filled with a quiet, calm melancholy.

The brunette felt himself draw closer, his curiosity taking over his movements. Dazai stepped in front of her and angled the umbrella to be sheltering both their heads.

For a moment, Dazai thought the woman didn't notice him until she looks up, her (e/c) meeting Dazai's brown ones.

And then it hit him, like a bolt of lightning.

It was her.

"You're going to get drenched sitting out here like this, y'know."

"No shit." Dazai couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's blunt response.

"That's not a very kind thing to say to a stranger who willingly shared their umbrella with you, is it?" he teased, cocking an eyebrow.

The woman didn't reply, seemingly lost in Dazai's eyes. He knew that she found him familiar, almost recognizable.

"What's your name?" Dazai inquired.

The woman paused for a moment. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

It had been seven years since the two had seen each other on that faithful day, and now the tables had turned. But yet, the two were in the same situation, under an umbrella together. He didn't even ask for her name on the day he met her. How silly was his fifteen year old self?

Dazai's lips turned into a small, amused smirk. She no longer wore her school uniform, now a matured woman. Oh, how time flew by quickly.

He also couldn't help but notice how pretty she became over the years.

"Pretty name for a very pretty lady," Dazai flirted casually.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, causing Dazai to chuckle.

He didn't know why, but the feeling of something beating inside of his chest began to speed up. It was though his heart, once detached and dormant, had suddenly remembered how to feel—how to hurt, how to yearn. Each beat was erratic, almost out of control compared to the calm, controlled mask he wore.

All he knew that the ache in his chest was unfamiliar. Though, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling. He wasn't sure if it should stop, or whether he should be terrified or relieved.

No. It shouldn't stop. He didn't want to let go of this feeling just yet.

A person who made his nonexistent heart echo, filling the empty spaces he hadn’t even known were there, as if with each beat, something he thought was lost was slowly coming back to life.

"I know a place where you can dry off." Dazai mentioned and nodded his head in a different direction.

"Lead the way, then."

n/a: I wrote this while listening to the Final Duet.

[sapphic-serenade]

Selfish

pairing: Atsushi x AFAB!cat!reader plot: You ask Atsushi to leave work early to help satiate your heat, and he does just that. word count: 2.2k contains: Reader has a cat ability similar to Atsushi's, reader and Atsushi are both in heat, reader and Atsushi are both using their abilities, established relationship, missionary, mating press, biting, tit sucking, unprotected sex, possessiveness, breeding kink, probably a lot of inaccuracies (virgin moment, sry), lmk if I missed anything a/n: Well well well my first one! I hope you guys enjoy it~ feedback is appreciated and encouraged!

Atsushi would never want to admit this, just because of how terrible it sounded, but he was being selfish. So, so selfish, but also so selfless at once.

He did what he always did when he had to leave for work before you'd woken up- plant a small kiss on your forehead, leave a small note on the table, grab his pre-packed lunch that you'd prepared the previous night and leave. Yet, he felt off. Everything at the Agency was business as usual too—his coworkers, the clients, even down to the workload—still, he couldn't shake off the physical discomfort he was experiencing.

Atsushi knew it probably wasn't the best idea to try and go to work during his heat, especially since you were also going through it at the same time, but neglecting what he considered to be one of his moral duties just felt scummy, especially for the sake of his own lust.

Still, he was having a hard time. Though he knew that his job was an important one that absolutely demanded his full attention, the memory of your sleeping figure lingered in the back of his mind. The sweet scent that hung around your almost-nude, warm body, plastered in a thin sheen of sweat...the simple thought was enough to make him hard within seconds. He'd barely even held back from waking you up to have a quick round of morning sex before work.

He thought it would be best for the both of you if he tried to stave off his urges until he got home, difficult as it may have been. Unfortunately, nature doesn't quite like when you go against it so brazenly.

At home, you were curled up in bed, feeling lonely as ever. Your libido was through the roof, and yet you couldn't do a single thing about it. Your fingers, while being an adequate option at any other time of the month, certainly wouldn't be able to get you through your heat. You needed your partner; needed him to plunge his cock as deep into you as it could go and fuck you senseless until you were full with his seed. Atsushi's scent hung on the sheets on his side of the bed, and you rolled over to cuddle his pillow. You were hot, unbearably so, and all you could think about was Atsushi. You felt like you'd die if you weren't stuffed with his cum soon.

Panting heavily, eyes tearing up, you reached over to grab your phone from your bedside table, your clammy hand almost dropping it on the ground. Clenching your teeth, you opened messages and scrolled to Atsushi's contact.

You almost hesitated to text him. Would making him leave work just to come and fuck you be selfish? At the very least, anybody else would deem it unnecessary. But they weren't writhing in their beds, naked and yet sweltering, feeling like they could burst at any moment. They didn't have any abilities that only exacerbated the discomfort, making them even more sensitive to sound and touch. They didn't know what Atsushi was capable of.

Biting your lip, you clumsily typed in three simple words and pressed 'send'.

Atsushi, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, pulled it out and saw the singular notification.

i need you

Atsushi, in what would have certainly been considered unusual by everyone else, stood up without a word and made his way to the door, taking nothing and nobody else with him. It was as if he couldn't hear the objections of everyone else, or even the simple 'Where are you going's.

He was probably gonna get in trouble for it, but he'd long since tuned out any common sense by that point in favour of thinking about you and you alone.

This was selfish of him. Though he knew that coming home and having sex with you would undeniably make you feel better, it was ultimately for himself that he'd left work that day. He craved the feeling of your welcoming, wet pussy far too much, wanting nothing more than to completely fill you to the brim. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

The trip wasn't far, thank god. Atsushi didn't even take the time to remove his shoes when he got home, instead pulling them off haphazardly on the way to your shared bedroom.

When he soon burst through the door and laid eyes on you, he could have came right then and there.

You were stark naked in bed, desperately rutting against his pillow as soft whimpers left your mouth. Your feline ears and tail were on full display, twitching as if you were about to explode from the discomfort. Your red face was half buried in the blanket, your fangs sinking into the material like a teething toy as your catlike eyes were slightly glazed over beneath furrowed brows. When they saw him, you lifted your head and let out a small mewl.

"Atsushi..." you wailed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I'm sorry-"

"Y/N," he choked out, before shaking his head and approaching you. "Don't be sorry."

"I just...ngh-"

"I'm here, baby," he huffed as he yanked at his tie, climbing onto the bed. "I'm here now."

"'Sushi..." you whined, rolling over and exposing your sore, swollen tits to him. “I need you…”

"I- god, I need you too-" Atsushi hurriedly replied, crawling so that he was hovering over you. He immediately smashed his lips onto yours and your arms wrapped around his neck, effectively keeping your faces trapped together. You quickly parted your lips, allowing his tongue inside your mouth, and already you felt as if you could cum from his hungry, possessive kisses.

Atsushi finally pulled off his tie, and the pair of you hastily unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, pulling them all off until he was only clad in his underwear. His erection wasn't at all hidden, especially not when Atsushi grinded it against your wet cunt as he kissed you. The friction of the now-wet fabric made you whine into the kiss.

"C'mon, Atsushi..." you murmured, reaching down to grab the waistband of his underwear. "Please fuck me."

When you opened your eyes, you were met with Atsushi's golden, tiger ones staring back at you. His ears, tail, claws and fangs had appeared too, making him appear larger as he hovered above you. Atsushi obliged, helping you pull down his underwear so his cock sprung free, before tossing them somewhere across the room. You took his already-leaking dick in your hand, earning a hiss from your partner, and pumped it a couple of times. The tip was red and would have been very sensitive, but you didn't have time to tease him today. You just wanted him inside you as soon as possible.

Atsushi pulled back so that he was perched in between your thighs, and lined up his cock with your entrance. He prodded your pussy with his tip, gathering some of your slick, before looking into your eyes.

"Are you ready?" His grip on your hips tightened slightly.

"Yeah," you nodded, swallowing. "Please..."

You both let out loud moans as he finally sank into you, your wetness acting as a more-than-adequate lubricant. Atsushi did his best to savour the moment, slowly pushing his cock deeper, but the feeling of your pussy clenching him was too much to bear. You wailed as he bottomed out, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins and leaving you shaky already.

Atsushi wasted no time, pulling all except his tip out and then slamming back into you. Your apartment wasn't a big and nice one, so your walls weren't exactly soundproof, but your judgement was too clouded to worry about the repercussions of your loud, borderline pornographic screams.

It was messy. Your kisses were sloppy, sweaty bodies colliding against each other in the most passionate round of sex the two of you had had in a long time. It was always like that during your heats. Your claws dug into Atsushi's back, scratching at his skin, struggling to keep a steady hold. His hands had an iron grip on your waist, leaving little red marks in your soft skin.

"'Sushi- shit-" you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillow, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Ah, so good!"

"Yeah? You—fuck—you like that, beautiful?" He breathed, his eyes locked on your gratified, fucked-out face.

"Please, more!" You managed to gasp in response. "Want more...!"

Atsushi's mouth made its way down your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses and love bites all across your collarbones and shoulders. He focused especially on your sensitive areas, fangs grazing over your sweet spots before burying into your skin. You moaned and whimpered with each new marking he gave you, making his dick twitch inside of you.

"Mm, so fuckin' gorgeous, baby..." he muttered against your skin, "Gorgeous, and all mine, yeah?"

Usually Atsushi didn't talk like this, his tone being more gentle and less vulgar, but he simply couldn't help himself. Not as he watched the bites that he gave you blossom into pretty little hickeys, marks that indicated that you were his, and he was yours. He increased his speed.

"Yeah- ah- all yours, babe-" you were interrupted by another bite, which made you cry out in pain and pleasure. The combination of feelings felt amazing, and you found it getting increasingly harder to talk properly. You reached a hand up behind one of his tiger ears, dragging your claws over the area. You felt Atsushi's body tremble above you for barely a second before he hissed.

"Fuck, Atsushi, give it all to me," you moaned through his thrusts, "Gimme a whole litter, c'mon..."

It was as if something inside him snapped. It wasn't that he didn't like the idea, but rather that he might have liked it a little too much.

Before you knew it, your body was folded in half as Atsushi's cock prodded against your cervix, making you see stars. He was so deep, hitting all of the most pleasurable spots that nobody else would ever reach. His clawed hands pinned your ankles next to your head as he thrusted at an inhumane speed, courtesy of his ability. You couldn't contain your wails, barely able to form any coherent thoughts let alone speak.

"'Sushi-!" you babbled over and over in unison with the headboard slamming against the wall. Atsushi leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it. The pleasure was almost too much for your body to handle, and you could feel yourself getting close. "Right fucking there, yes...!"

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he lifted his head, his lips connected to your breast with a thin string of saliva. "Gonna fill you with my cubs, make us a family..."

You merely moaned in response, as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tightening further and further, until it finally snapped.

You didn't breathe for a moment as your orgasm washed over your entire being, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think you'd ever felt so good before. From your cunt all the way to your fingertips and toes, the electric feeling rushed through you, making you writhe and gasp in pure satisfaction. Atsushi continued to relentlessly pound into you, and you could tell as you rode through your high that he was getting close too.

A few intense seconds passed by before he let out a guttural grunt and you felt his warm load shoot deep into you, painting your walls white. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, buried as far as it could fit, and he let out a raspy moan at the sensation.

"Ah, god, Y/N..." he whispered, as he slowly thrusted a couple more times, shooting out more cum before calming down from his own high. "Did so good f'me, baby..."

"Mmh..." Atsushi slowly helped you lower down your legs, but not before pressing a few sneaky kisses to your calves. He didn't pull out, not wanting his cum to spill out of your hole, but instead tilted his head back and let out a long sigh.

"Gonna stay inside, okay?" He asked, and you nodded. With the little strength you had left, you reached up and caressed his jaw with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry I made you leave work early."

"Hm?" He glanced down at you, taking your hand in his own. "Don't be- this was so worth leaving work for."

You chuckled at his words.

"Thanks, Atsushi, for this. I love you so much, you know that?"

With a smile, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. His fingers softly brushed over your stomach.

"I love you too." Atsushi breathed, his voice lighter than air. Feeling his breath fan against your swollen lips, you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

"Do you..." you paused for a moment. "Do you actually think that it took, just now?" Atsushi raised an eyebrow at your question, before his lip curled up.

"I don't know. Maybe, just in case..." he cut himself off by kissing you again, and you then noticed his cock inside of you, hardening once more. You smiled into the kiss, knowing that the two of you were gonna be there for a while.

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[remikuii]

I'm not sure if I can request, happy new year btw! I hope your new year goes so well, wishing you happiness.

About my request, if you are okay with it ofc I would like to request Reader who is really similar to Fyodor (Like smart, lonely and quiet most of the time etc) x Fyodor. I really wonder how Fyodor would act towards her! (You don't have to do this :), you can just share your ideas too if you don't feel like making this!!)

15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds

( ᪥ ) : i’m back y’all, i’m gone for days since i’ve been busy with studies lately. soo, another request !! i can’t mention you so i’ll reply to this one :>

characters : fyodor dostoevsky x reader

synopsis : oh, to be one of fyodor's enemies, he definitely cares about the written threats he will send you. well, fyodor's busy with writing something for his beloved enemy—Dazai, that he even threw multiple drafts to perfect his 'kanji". It goes on for exactly 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds while not giving you anything even a spare glance. Jealous for a certain piece of paper tainted with ink, you decided to challenge him on a one-on-one chess match.

warnings : nope because i said no HAHA

Looking around the lounge, you spotted the usual workaholic short raven hair, busy nipping on his fingers—must be having a hard time writing in kanji. You took the opportunity to invite him for a friendly chess match with you, which he couldn't easily decline.

"Please do enlighten me to why I should play chess with you, myshka." Fyodor simply took his eyes off the screen and ran his calloused yet delicate fingers on your cheeks.

Living with Fyodor, two years later after the orphanage incident, is filled with intellectual arguments. Not the actual fights like shouting, harming—but rather, a battle of minds. You considered the tragedy in the orphanage as a blessing in disguise. If that didn't happen, maybe you're still being shout at by one of your so-called 'masters'.

"First of all, you're doing that usual habit of yours which sometimes bothered me, it's almost bleeding! Second, I would like to know if I am really not clever enough just like what you told me two years ago."

Putting up the pieces, Fyodor watched your hands, swiftly gliding through the pieces. He smiled in defeat, he knows to himself that he couldn't win against your lovely invitation.

"Chess, like life, demands sacrifice."

"But not all sacrifices lead to victory...Fyodor, dear." You shrugged, moving a knight to challenge Fyodor's position.

"In literature and chess, foresight is the key," He remarked, sacrificing a bishop to open an attacking path.

"Yet, in every move, there lies a story..."

In the endgame, Fyodor, with a cunning smile moved the piece and turned his attention back to you.

"Checkmate, where every move is a sentence in the narrative of defeat."

You sighed in defeat, letting Fyodor's pride to enlarge. You never won, but you can buy some time—you're not running out of ideas to throw against him, which surprisingly, amazed Fyodor.

He caressed your cheeks with his cold pale hands. His calloused hands itches your skin but you don't mind.

"You're still not clever enough, myshka..But I think, that's enough to entertain me." Fyodor stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead while softly caressing your hair. He tried to move away after the kiss but you pulled him soon after.

"Letting yourself stress over writing kanji merely for that bandaged man and not even sparing me an hour? You've spent a total of 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds only for that letter..." You huffed and pulled out a book out of his random piles.

"Nietzsche's 'Beyond Good and Evil'...Hm, interesting choice you have there...Please do enlighten me about this book, Mister Dostoevsky." Fyodor's sharp and alluring gaze pierced your soul in somehow—a good way.

"Take my hand then, my love. I truly grieved for that 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds I spent not to you."

"But to my next 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds, I shall please my queen with these hands which I used to writing kanji and maybe, explore each and every part of her."

and yeahh, it took me a month to finish this one. damn school works :< but dw, it's hereee. i'm actually planning to post scaramouche x reader huhu

[usagi-chwan]

Here are all the links to each of my currently published writings on Bungou Stray Dogs (basically, a summary) :

One-shots & Two-shots :

ADA!Dazai x PM!Reader - See you, I love you

Dazai x Reader - Broken Memories

Dazai x Reader - The evils of my soul

Dazai x Reader - A second chance

Dazai x Reader - The truth, only the truth (part 1/2)

Dazai x Reader - The truth, only the truth (part 2/2)

Chuuya x Reader - A new world (part 1/2)

Chuuya x Reader - A new world (part 2/2)

Chuuya x Reader - A choice without regrets (part 1/3)

Chuuya x Reader - A choice without regrets (part 2/3)

Chuuya x Reader - A choice without regrets (part 3/3)

Chuuya x Reader - Change of Plans

Chuuya x shy!Reader - Incomprehension (NSFW, Part 1/2)

Chuuya x shy!Reader - Incomprehension (NSFW, Part 2/2)

Atsushi x Reader - Nine Roses

Atsushi x Reader - True hapiness

Kyôka x Reader - For a better future

Dazai & Oda - Funeral Melody

Akutagawa x Reader - Love and Duty

Fukuzawa x Reader - Where I belong

Ranpo x Reader - Dreams of greatness (part 1/2)

Ranpo x Reader - Dreams of greatness (part 2/2)

Ranpo x Reader - One Step Ahead

Kunikida x Reader - The most beautiful gift

Poe x Reader - This voice of yours

Fyodor x Reader - Black Sun

ADA x Reader - Revenge is a dish best served cold

ADA x Reader - A well deserved rest

Oda x Pregnant!Reader - A piece of hapiness

Oda x Reader - Love always finds its way

Tachihara x Reader - Everything for your smile

Elise x Reader - In your child's eyes

Mori x Reader - What is part of me

Mori x Reader - Cursed

Headcanons x Reader :

Do you know Candy Crush? (Ranpo, Kunikida, Kenji, Oda, Akutagawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Chuuya & Dazai)

... Can you repeat what you just said? (Part 1 - Dazai, Kunikida, Chuuya, Ranpo, Oda, Ango, Atsushi, Sigma & Fukuzawa)

At the haunted house with BSD's characters (Part 1 - Ranpo, Kunikida, Yosano, Akutagawa & Oda)

At the haunted house with BSD's characters (Part 2 - Kenji, Chuuya, Atsushi & Dazai)

Who's doing the dishes today? (Kunikida, Francis, Ranpo, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ango, Tachihara, Fyodor & Dazai)

Is this little one yours? (Part 1 - Ranpo, Oda, Atsushi & Sigma)

Is this little one yours? (Part 2 - Dazai, Kunikida, Chuuya, Ango & Fukuzawa)

Feel tired all of a sudden? (Kunikida, Oda, Chuuya & Yumeno)

Yes, I do (Part 1 - Kunikida, Atsushi, Oda, Chuuya & ADA!Dazai)

Yes, I do (Part 2 - PM!Dazai, Ango, Ranpo & Yosano)

Alright. What else is new? (Kôyô, Mori & Chuuya)

The enemy nobody wants to have (Part 1 - Kôyô & Mori)

The enemy nobody wants to have (Part 2 - Akutagawa & Chuuya)

Jealousy is a bad habit (ADA!Dazai, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Atsushi, Yosano, Oda, Tecchou & Lucy)

Single life is no longer for me (Oda, Fukuzawa, Chuuya, PM!Dazai & ADA!Dazai)

Nice to meet you! (Oda, Kunikida & Fukuchi)

First meal with the in-laws, it goes wrong? (Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi & Oda)

I'm not your father... Or your mother, for that matter (Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Oda, Fukuzawa & Sigma)

I have no regrets (Dazai & Chuuya)

I didn't see anything, I swear! (Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Atsushi, Oda & Poe)

Period, the devil's invention (Kunikida, Chuuya, Ranpo, Sigma & Fyodor)

If only I'd known... (Chuuya, Mori, Fukuzawa & Kunikida)

I remember (Part 1 - Dazai & Kôyô)

I remember (Part 2 - Mori & Fukuzawa)

Will you marry me? (Part 1 - Dazai & Chuuya)

Will you marry me ? (Part 2 - Oda)

Oops, I misspoke (Atsushi, Ango, Oda, Chuuya & Dazai)

Can I do anything else for you while I'm at it??? (Dazai, Chuuya, Fukuzawa, Oda & Mori)

That's not what I meant! (Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi, Sigma, Tecchou, Fukuzawa, Oda & Fyodor)

Have kids, they said... (Part 1 - Chuuya, Fukuzawa, Oda & Dazai)

Have kids, they said... (Part 2 - Fyodor, Sigma, Jounou & Poe)

Reflex ! (Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya & Kunikida)

... Can you repeat what you just said? (Part 2 - Mori, Hirotsu & Kôyô)

Enough is enough! (Kunikida, Hirotsu, Fukuzawa & Mori)

There's no doubt about it: you're gorgeous (Mori, Fukuzawa, Chuuya & Dazai)

A flood of good news (Oda, Kunikida, Chuuya & Dazai)

Headcanons :

You're under arrest! (Kenji, Yosano, Kunikida, Chuuya, Atsushi, Dazai, Kyôka, Tanizaki, Kajii, Ango, Mori & little bonus)

To cook or not to cook, that is the question (Dazai, Ango, Oda, Kunikida, Atsushi, Kyôka, Sigma, Chuuya, Ranpo & Fyodor)

I won't do it again, I promise... (Fukuzawa, Chuuya, Dazai, Yosano & Kôyô)

Ouch!! It stings!! (Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai & Poe)

Do you want something else? (Chuuya, Yosano, Dazai, Kunikida, Oda, Nikolai & Fyodor)

A sweet tooth? (Kunikida, Ranpo, Dazai, Yosano, Fukuzawa, Kyôka, Atsushi, Kenji & Tanizaki)

[chuuyrr]

KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US — DAZAI OSAMU

⊹ CW(s): f! reader, suggestive (kissing, touching, and making out in the office), dazai being a menace, established relationship, mentions of marriage, lovesick! dazai

⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which he wants you, and for you two to get caught

inspired by: agora hills by doja cat !

dazai osamu could never keep his hands to himself. he was dazai for goodness sake, and he has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

he enjoys being near to you at work just as much as he enjoys being with you in private. so, dazai takes every opportunity to be with you, whether it's holding your hand or twirling a strand of your hair in his hand while you work on reports, subtly leaning his head against your shoulder, or secretly squeezing your thigh, and he always loves the pink blush that spreads on your cheeks as you whisper yell him about pda.

but that's what makes it so difficult for him; dazai loves you too much to keep you a secret. you were his, and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, as well as who he belongs to.

you were about halfway through the papers given to you by the president when dazai slides next to you in his swivel chair, whining as he clings to your arm, "belladonna!~"

"osamu, i'm busy," you smile and giggle, but you quickly switch up, changing your tone as you sigh and flick his forehead, prompting a tiny scream and pout from him, "busy doing the papers you should be doing, mister."

"oh, come on! everyone has already gone out for lunch, and we're the only ones left here!" dazai grumbles as he wraps his arms around you after rubbing his forehead.

"and you insisted on staying with me! ugh, well maybe if you helped me, we can both get some lunch like the oth—" your eyes widen as dazai snatches the papers from your desk, putting them out of your reach and even causing some of the notepads and pens you had on your desk to roll off.

you gasp sharply, opening your mouth to scold him, but he slams his lips against yours, earning you a groan from him.

dazai's hands reach for your waist as he feverishly kisses you, his warm lips pressing deeply yet eagerly against yours.

you turn your face away, attempting to avoid his kiss as you let out a soft whine, trying to tell him off, "not now, osamu!"

but, alas, he closes the gap between you once more, this time much closer as his hands tenderly slide down and hold your hips to pull you into his lap.

dazai feels you squirm on his lap and finds himself chuckling in between the kisses, but he simply holds you firmly, one hand tenderly carressing your hip and the other now on the back of your neck to hold you in place.

how could he resist such a work of art as you? the way the sunlight from the window delicately highlights your face just for him to admire as your hair frames everything perfectly like icing on a cake, and don't even get him started on how you always smell so sweet like vanilla with your perfume.

dazai loves every single part of you and feels the need to be always closer to you, so he has his attention on you like a moth to a flame as you were a temptation for him.

you're so warm and plush in his embrace, and you can feel his warmth seeping through your clothes as much as his hands tenderly hold you in place on his lap.

"m-mmh, osamu. please—" you try to speak again, but he shuts you up with his lips once more, his kiss a demand as well as a declaration of love and desire.

"hush for a second, pretty girl," dazai's breath tickles your lips as he pulls away just a fraction before his lips were on yours again.

"then stop eating my face," you whine softly, grabbing his shoulders and successfully yanking your face away from him.

"aww, and why should i?" dazai says, smirking as he caresses your hip with one hand while the other glides from the back of your neck to your cheek to cup it, "you're just so tempting my dear."

"w-we're at work!" you stammer, squirming on his lap once more, "now put me down or else we might get caught, osamu!"

"too bad," dazai rolls his eyes at you, pinching your cheek before pulling you by the chin, so you were now nose-to-nose with each other.

you feel blood rush into your cheeks at his proximity, and even more so when he says the following words to you.

"i want us to get caught."

at this point, your face was on fire. in fact, the room—no, everything becomes too hot all of a sudden, prompting you to raise your voice out of surprise, "w-what? are you crazy?!"

"crazy in love with you, that is," dazai winks at you before tracing your cheek with his nose, trailing it down as his breath tickles your neck this time, and his breathy voice sends tingles up and down your spine, making you unable to sit still on his lap, "and you have no idea just how far a crazy man would go for his darling angel."

"your hips are an altar i would worship anytime of the day, my love," he whispers as his hands sensually trail from your neck and waist to your hips, squeezing them as he kisses your neck.

as one of his hands began to slip under your shirt, your breaths hitch and you couldn't help but let out a soft whine, and dazai revels in the feel of your skin as he kisses your neck, writing his love on it with marks and soft groans.

"and i know heaven is a thing because i go there whenever i touch you, and whenever i'm with you, baby," he groans with indulgence as his lips continue to kiss and bite at your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt now, caressing your side, the spot just under your chest.

dazai's emotions were all over the place, but it was desire mixed with exasperation. he immerses himself in the sensation of your lips and body during the heated moment, closing the gap between you with undeniable intimacy.

"fuck, i wanna tie the knot," he says in hushed mumbles, completely in love with you.

dazai lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead against yours tenderly, his hands now cupping your face at a daydream of you that he has now engraved in his mind, "i wanna see my pretty girl in a wedding dress, walking up to me to be with me til' death do us part."

"and i just wanna show her off. tell everyone she's mine and no one else's," a soft, low growl escapes his breath as he claims your lips one more time with a feverish deep kiss to mark his territory, but this time it comes with a hint of tenderness as he strokes your cheek.

"osamu, we're gonna get caught," you say softly, your breath shaky, your hands still gripping his shoulders as he continues his assault of kisses.

"then let them catch us, sweetheart. you're mine to brag about," you feel dazai's smirk against your lips, and his hands on your hips again, but this time they're sliding down to squeeze your thighs in a firm grasp that causes you to squirm on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

dazai then purposefully but playfully bounces you on his lap, causing you to let out a sharp gasp mixed with a whine. suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the office door just as his hands begin to slip further past, and your eyes widen. it was as if he knew your coworkers were about to return from their lunch break, and he did know that.

your heart rate increases with strange excitement and fear. you squirm and try to pull yourself up and away from his lap, but he simply holds you tighter against him, his arms now locking around your waist to keep you in place.

"h-hey, now! let me go!" you whisper yell.

"oh, no. you stay right where you are, my pretty girl. i'm not letting you go," dazai says with a grin, finding amusement in your panic, "nope."

"what are we gonna tell them if they see us like this?! kunikida is gonna scold us!"

"heh, tell em' that we were kissing and hoping they caught us~"

"OSAMU!"

⊹ A.N: happy halloween! ok, but like, after re-reading this and stuff, this was waaaay better in my head ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა ՞ˎˊ˗

[1-800reki]

stop imagine packing a lunch for ranpo. putting a cute sticky note like ‘good luck my little genius ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ’ and he probably says something snarky like “the #1 detective doesn’t need luck… but thank you, i appreciate it nonetheless” cause he’s a little shit head who doesn’t know how to react to your love and affection. you just know he shows off like that one kid in elementary school who’s mom packed him mc donald’s or something. “look at what i get for being the smartest detective in the world” and it’s just like a bento with snacks and a candy or two. showing his shit off like he doesn’t even care that he’s flexing on an orphan. okay maybe he feels a little bad about atsushi but he loves when dazai pouts about how he wishes he had a lover who would pack him food with little notes although the moment dazai even suggests you make one for him too, ranpo shuts it down immediately. especially if that suggestion leads to anything remotely close to a double suicide request.

I love this so much so I'm turning it into a oneshot!

Thank you for the skibidi idea random person!

❝Lunch Notes!❞

summary: Oneshot with Ranpo!

Pairings: Ranpo Edogawa x GN Reader!

a/n: I saw this in my inbox and I loved it so much ❤

Whenever Ranpo goes to work you always pack him a lunch with notes! For example 'Good luck my little genius ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ'! Though whenever he reads them at work he acts like the notes are nothing but he cherishes every single one of them! They make his lunch taste a bit better than they already do! Whenever he goes home and you ask him if he liked that note he would say 'I don't need those notes... but it was okay I guess..'

On somedays you give him a little candy or two in the lunch. Whenever he sees them he proudly shows it off. "Look what I got for being the smartest detective!" He would say showing the agency. He loves it when Dazai whines about not having a lover like his. "I wish I had a partner who makes me lunches!" Dazai whined. Ranpo only snickered and said "Well my partner is the best! They even got me a lollipop!"

Today you visited Ranpo because he forgot his lunch. When you got there he went and greeted you immediately. "What are you doing here?" Ranpo asked you with a tilt of his head. "You forgot your lunch so I brought it!" You answer with a smile. He grinned before coughing into his fist. "You didn't need to do that... but thanks I guess.." He spluttered with flushed cheeks.

Dazai was near and took this as his chance! "Y/n-Chan! I've heard from Ranpo-Kun over here that you make him lunches and notes! Would you be able to do that for me too!" Dazai asked happily with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. Before you could say anything Ranpo spoke up. "No way! They're my partner not yours! Get your own Dazai!" Ranpo retorted back to Dazai's suggestion.

He knew that it would end up in him asking you for a double suicide and he would not let that happen. You laugh and pat Ranpo's head. "I'll be on my way now. Be sure to eat your lunch. Bye!" You say handing him his bento before leaving the agency. Ranpo smiled and hummed happily to himself walking over to his desk. Dazai sulked over being 'rejected' once again.

Despite what Ranpo says he loves the lunch notes you give him. His lunch notes.

[tinkerleaf]

Monday Migraines

a/n: I have migraines every now and then that are so debilitating it pisses me off. I had one Monday, and it ruined my day. Writing this made me feel better. Keep in mind that this is how my migraines are. I know everyone is different and deals with it differently, this is just how it usually is for me. w/c: 0.7k pairing: ADA/reader genre: comfort, fluff warnings: mention of sickness/vomiting m.list: here

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

It hit you like a freight train going 738 miles per hour, carrying nothing but nails and elephants. You knew you should have taken some medicine earlier, but you figured it would get better after eating or getting some caffeine. Yet, here you are, head down on the desk. The pain is ripping through your head, and not even closing your eyes is soothing the dull ache in your skull.

In the corner of the room, Ranpo is yapping about some case he was working on last week that you can’t bring yourself to care about at the moment. Usually, you don’t mind, but right now, his voice feels like a hammer going through your head.

There’s a light tap on your desk. It makes you cringe. “Hey, you doing alright?” Atsushi quietly asks.

The noise that comes from your mouth is pitiful, and you begrudgingly raise your head. “I got a migraine…” You grab your bag from the back of your chair and dig through it, quietly whining in the process. As you look for some pain relievers, you unfortunately realize you’re all out.

“I have some ibuprofen if you need it,” Kunikida says without looking up from his computer. He opens the door to his desk diagonal to you, and hands you the bottle.

“Yeah, I gotta take something. Than-” You feel yourself gag, and you know you have to run fast before you throw up in front of the entire office. You slap a hand over your mouth and quickly jog towards the door. However, you don’t make it far before you have to grab the trashcan next to Dazai’s desk and just absolutely hurl.

Yosano quickly runs to check on you, while Dazai gently grabs your hair from behind you. He looks a little grossed out, but you can’t blame him. Kenji brings you your water bottle, which you were grateful for.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I really tried to-” Your head hurts so bad that you barely move from the floor.

“Dude, don’t apologize for being sick…” Tanizaki comments.

“I need to take something but I don’t know if I can keep it down right now.”

Yosano guides you by the arm, “Here, I’ll give you something for the nausea and you can lay down in the infirmary.”

You can’t even deny her, you feel terrible. So you follow her, and she closes the door to keep the room quiet. She turns a fan on to cool you off, as well as give you a constant sound to focus on. When you lay down, you melt into the bed. She brings some extra-strength painkillers and then places an anti-nausea tab underneath your tongue to help keep it down.

After profusely thanking her, you try to fall asleep through labored breaths. She leaves the room, telling you to let her know if you need anything. Staying as still as possible, you eventually fall asleep.

After about an hour and a half, you begin to stir to the sound of Yosano and Fukuzawa quietly talking. You raise your head, feeling a lot better.

“I apologize for waking you,” his deep voice fills the room. “Has the pain subsided any?”

You nod, “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about your assignments, they’ve already been taken care of.”

This makes you feel guilty since you would have been willing to stay behind and finish everything. “I’m sorry sir. Thank you.”

“Please don’t apologize, we’re just happy you’re doing better.” He lays a hand on your shoulder. “Go ahead and go home for the day.”

“I appreciate that, but I can do more, I promise!” “Absolutely not. Just go home and take care of yourself, alright?” He smiles.

You go back into the office to retrieve your things to leave. The others are happy to see you back in order. “You here to vomit in my trashcan again?” Dazai teases, clearly able to tell you’re well enough to bully you a little.

“Classless idiot,” Kunikda mutters behind his monitor. “Why don’t you give them a break for one day?”

“I’m kidding!”

You shake your head at their bickering, a small smile forming on your face. You pick up your things and head out of the office, happy to have such a caring group of coworkers.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

[thesimpthatneverstopssimping]

Drawing the Prettiest Boy (Chuuya Nakahara)

Warnings: OOC?, None?

Genre: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, constantly refers to Chuuya as pretty, artist, likes Chuuya

Requested By: N/A

Character: Chuuya Nakahara

     Something irritating had been happening to Chuuya. After Ace had died you had taken his place as an Executive. Before hand you were already just about as powerful and respected as one just without the offical authority. He knew of you but never needed to interact with you.

     He noticed how during meetings or when the two of you had to work together you would just stare at him. It unnerved him. The way your eyes would look him over as if you were studying him.

     Eventually he snapped at you, "Why do you keep staring at me like a creep!"

     "Just staring at the prettiest boy in the Mafia," you said casually as if the two of you were talking about the weather.

     He was pissed at the comment. Less about the "pretty" part and more the "boy". He was not a boy. He was a grown man, no matter what his height indicated. Though, he couldn't explain the feeling in his chest and the heat that rose to his cheeks.

     Chuuya started to get more snappy and tell you to stop staring and you would always respond by saying you were only looking at the pretty Executive. It would get on his nerves every time and make that same feeling come over him again. What was your obsession with calling him "pretty" and staring at him?

     One day he saw you what looked like to be writing during a meeting. No. That couldn't be right. The way your pencil was moving wasn't like you were writing. Then what were you doing?

     Chuuya noticed you doing this often. Sometimes you would glance at him while you were doing whatever you were doing. He couldn't understand your fixation on him. Didn't you have better things to do?

     One day he had to drop something off at your desk. Light flooded the room through the windows. When he walked to your desk he happened to see a bunch of scattered papers across your desk. He couldn't help but take a glance at what they were. He saw that they were mostly sketches and mostly of him.

     Chuuya picked one of the sketches of him up. It felt odd to look at these papers. He could see how you saw him through them. He could even see why you always referred to him as "pretty".

     "They're good, don't you think?" asked a voice from behind him.

He jumped and turned to face the speaker. He saw Kouyou holding a small paper bag with something.

     "They took quite the interest in you. I've even heard them refer to you as 'the perfect model'," the older woman continued.

     "What are you doing here?" Chuuya asked her.

     "Ah. (Y/N) saw something I had for lunch a while ago and asked about it. I told them that I'd bring them their own when I had the chance."

   Chuuya glanced to the bag and then back to the sketch in his hand, "You knew that they drew me?"

     "Yes. They gave me a drawing of theirs a while ago after I commented on liking it. I had seen a drawing of you that they were making while handing it to me. It was absolutely adorable. I think it was that one there," she pointed to a sketch of Chuuya when he took a nap at his desk once.

     His face flushed. Embarrassment washed over him. You had drawn him while he was asleep. Not only that, Kouyou had seen the image as well.

     The door creeked open and you walked inside. Chuuya turned to you, his face bright red. You looked between the two executives confused until you saw what Chuuya was holding and you instantly grew embarrassed as well.

     You quickly rush to them, grab the paper, and hurriedly sweep the rest into your arms, "What are you two doing here?"

     "I brought you a snack," Kouyou responded while holding up the small bag.

     "I was bringing documents, stalker," Chuuya said flustered.

     "Thank you Kouyou. And Chuuya, it's rude to snoop through people's things!" You lecrured.

     "And it's creepy to have so many damn drawings of one person!" Chuuya shot back.

     "You knew already! I draw you all the time. It's not like I'm subtle about it. I have seen you watching me."

     "What do you mean-" he stopped talking abruptly when he realized that the weird thing you would do during meetings and such. You had been drawing him this whole time.

     His face flushed again. How didn't he realize it before? Maybe he didn't expect you to have a hobby like that? His fists clench. He wasn't sure if he was angry or not. Even if he was who was it towards? You for drawing him or himself for being so dense?

     "How long?" He asked lowly.

     "For what?" You asked back and put the papers back on your desk.

     "How long have you been doing this?"

     "... since I met you," you said sheepishly.

     "... so only a few months?" He asked. It wasn't that bad.

     "... a couple of years," you corrected.

     "WHAT?!"

     You winced when he yelled. Chuuya looked to be both upset and bewildered. Years? The two of you only had met a few moments ago after you had become an Executive, right? Kouyou places the bag on your desk before walking out of the room so Chuuya and you could talk alone.

     "When did we meet? I don't remember meeting you," He finally asked.

     "I had recently joined the Mafia," you look away as you start to explain, "I was assigned to raid an enemy base with a group. You had joined near the end... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

     "... you couldn't?"

     "Yeah. You were so pretty, cool, powerful, radiant-" you cut yourself off before you could go into a rant about how amazing you found him and possibly let slip your actual feelings about him.

     Red crept up his cheeks. Had you truly thought that about him? Why was his heart beating faster? He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way.

     "You think that way about me and have for years?"

     "How could I not? Everything about you is amazing! I just want to be able to capture your essence in my drawings," you take a step towards him, "I want to get to know you better. Be more than just another co-worker."

     "Do you even know what you're saying!?" He yelled, mostly out of shock from your confession.

     You realized what came out of your mouth and became embarrassed. You took a few steps back from Chuuya. In your excitement you had spilled the secret you were trying to avoid having him know.

     "I- um... I need to go," you said before trying to run past him and out of your office.

     "No you don't!" Chuuya grabbed your arm and pulled you back, "We are not done here."

     "I'm sure I hear the boss calling for me," you said nervously while avoiding eye contact with him.

     "Mori is in a meeting right now," Chuuya stated.

     "Oh..."

     "Yeah. 'Oh'. Now why in the world would you say that? And what do you mean 'more than just another co-worker'?" He interrogated.

     You were too surprised and anxious to speak. Chuuya's hand was still tightly holding your arm. The look in his eyes were intense as he looked at you. As your eyes looked over his face, you could see not just irritation in his eyes, but intrigue as well, and something you couldn't identify since you'd never seen that look on him before.

     "Say something, damn it!" Chuuya yelled.

     "I like you," you blurted out.

     It was dead silent in the office. Neither of you moved. You wanted to hide and never be found again and Chuuya was processing what he heard.

     He let go of you and took a step back. Panic rose within you. How was he going to react? Was this a good time to take the opportunity to flee?

Chuuya leaned against your desk and crossed his arms. He didn't look upset. If anything he looked embarrassed. His eyes avoided yours and looked at the carpet instead.

"It was so obvious. How hadn't I noticed?," he internationally scolded himself.

He looked back at you to see the anxiety writen on your face. Leaving someone who just confessed in silence probably wasn't the best thing to do, Chuuya realized.

Chuuya cleared his throat before speaking stiffly, "Thank you for finally giving me information on why you were behaving that way."

He knew that wasn't the right way to respond, but he wasn't sure how else to. A lump formed in your throat. It felt like a rejection without him rejecting you.

The next few weeks were awkward between the two of you. Most could tell but none had either the courage or cared enough to ask.

You were at you desk filling out reports. The rain outside was a soothing sound especially in contrast to the storm of thoughts that clouded your mind. The door to your office slammed open. You looked up to see who barged into your office only to be met with a frazzled Chuuya.

He stormed over to your desk and slammed his hands apon it. His eyes stared directly into yours intensely despite his tired appearance.

"I figured it out," he stated.

"Figured what out?" You hesitantly asked.

"How I felt- no, feel about you. Why your absence bothered me so much."

His hands clench then leave the desk. He walks around to your side, turns your chair to face him, then cages you in your chair between him and your desk. You grew nervous from the proximity and the way he was looking at you.

"I feel so stupid for not realizing it sooner. I like you too (y/n). I can't believe I only realized it after overhearing a conversation about a damn crush."

Hope bloomed in your chest. If you didn't know better you would have thought this was a dream.

"The distance between us now has been torture," his jaw clenched. He couldn't admit how he was starting to miss your comments and how you would look at him, especially now that he knew how you felt.

Your eyes quickly darted to his lips. The ones that were pressed together tightly. The ones that had just confessed his feelings to you.

When you looked back up at him his eyes looked almost desperate. Almost pleading you to respond. Did you loose interest within the past few weeks after your confession?

Without thinking you pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened and he stayed frozen for a second. Right before you were about to pull away he kissed you back. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't need to be.

After pulling away Chuuya smirked, his normal self back on display. The desperation that was there moments before was gone and replaced with satisfaction.

"A simple verbal answer would have been enough, but I'm not complaining. Though, I'll have to make it up to you later with a better one," he said.

You couldn't help the laugh that left your lips. It was more out of relief than humor. Chuuya's smirk softened slightly at the sound.

The two of you would have to figure out whether to inform Mori or to keep it a secret, but that could be done later.

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This took me too long to write but I am happy with how it came out. This is almost 2000 words long. I hope you all enjoyed it.

[iheartz4starzz]

EMBARRASSMENT 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

dazai osamu x f.reader (gakuen au)

SYNOPSIS: reader is sitting alone at lunch, a certain bandage for brains decides to sit with them.

NOTE: so like... i'm back <3

Embarrassment is always a feeling that would kick you in the backside every time it got the chance to, which is probably most frequently.

Take class today, for example. Your classroom was taking a 'surprise' quiz from your teacher which, by the way, you are totally going to fail because you didn't understand half the shit the questions said. You didn't know why, but the melody from 'Symphony' kept ringing through your brain. This resulted in you having to read the questions over and over again.

Before you knew it, half the class was already finished with their quiz. And on top of that, you were hungry as hell. Probably to the point where you could eat your test paper. While trying to focus on your test, your stomach began to grumble loudly. It sounded as if a battle horn was being played. And get this, the whole class was quiet! Everybody turned to you with a questionable look, while some people giggled or snickered.

Sinking into your seat, your face began to heat up from embarrassment. That is, until you were saved by the loud ringing of the bell. Students fled from the classroom with their friends to their well-deserved lunch break.

You let out a sigh of relief and sat up from your desk, grabbed your bento box, and made your way to your normal, lonely bench for lunch.

You're used to sitting by yourself at lunch for the most part. People come and go from your table, yet you remain the only one that stayed. You sat down, opened your bento box, whispered a quick prayer before beginning to dig into your meal. God, how you've been waiting for this the whole day.

But before you could even take even a bite from a piece of food, a voice interrupted your peace. "Hey, you're (Name), right?"

An irk mark appeared on your forehead as closed your eyes in annoyance. You were about to eat, and someone interrupted you before you could even take a bite! Man, how disrespectful people can be.

You turned the voice and was in the process to give them a piece of your mind before your eyes widened to see none other than one of the most popular kids, Dazai Osamu. He's loud, sociable, and most definitely handsome. He's also often described as the class clown and player in your grade.

You looked around, wondering if he was talking to somebody else who's named (Name). There had to be someone else in this school name (Name), right?

"Me. You're talking to me?" You asked, pointing at yourself as you stared at brunette, dumbfounded.

Dazai could only laugh at your clueless expression, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. "I think so. Unless your name isn't Mai."

"Nope, yeah! That's me! Sorry. It's not everyday when the one of the popular kids at this school talks to me, y'know?" (Name) chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment about the stupid mistake she made. Of course he was talking to you! His gaze was literally directed onto you. This was your one chance to make a good expression, and you already blew it.

Dazai raised an eyebrow before snickering, then letting out a laugh. "You're funny! Mind if I sit here?"

You motioned to the spot beside you. Dazai scooted next to you, causing you to blush at the close proximity he created. You cleared your throat and stuck your hand out for Dazai to shake.

"I'm (Name), by the way. Though, you already know that because..." You stopped halfway before you could say anything else in attempt to save yourself from embarrassment. You expectantly failed and cursed under your breath.

Dazai smiled at your flustered and embarrassed expression. He found it cute. He noticed the hand you pulled away and grabbed it, pulling it back and shaking your hand firmly.

"No need to stop! I appreciate the reintroduction." Dazai chuckled and let go of your hand.

"R-Right."

"Anyways, about the quiz today." Dazai started and rested his cheek in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped onto the table. "You seemed to be having trouble on it. It's pretty easy, to."

"I'm just a bit... distracted." You replied, looking away from Dazai. You didn't want him to think you were stupid because the melody of 'Symphony' was one of the many things that lived in your mind rent free.

"You must've been hungry by how loud your stomach growled in class." He added.

"Don't even start with that!" You wailed, burying your red face into your hands.

Dazai laughed. "We have those times, don't sweat it. Plus, I'm pretty sure everybody was feeling the same way to." You still were embarrassed from the situation, though you picked your face up from your palms and continued to eat your lunch.

You and Dazai continued to chat through the lunch period, laughter filling the area as he told jokes and teased you. Though it embarrassed you mostly, you couldn't help but laugh along to it.

"Hey Dazai, how come you decided to sit with me?" (Name) asked and closed her bento box.

"Hm? Why did I?" Dazai recalled and cupped his chin with his point and thumb finger, thinking. He then smirked and leaned closer to you. "You looked lonely, after all. Plus, I thought you look pretty cute all flustered."

You blushed at Dazai calling you cute and how close he was to you, which caused you to smile in a giddy way. Just then, your guys conversation was interrupted by the school bell, informing everyone to get back to class. You sighed and stood up, smiling at Dazai.

"Thanks for sitting with me." You thanked the brunette, and to which he nodded in response.

A silence engulfed the conversation. Beginning to rock your heels back and forth, your lips pursed as you then muster up the courage to say the next thing. "Would it be crazy if we maybe hang out after school sometime? Maybe go to the arcade and get some ice cream?"

Dazai blinked his eyes, registering the information. A small blush dusted across his cheeks as he then smiled. "Yeah, sure. How about this weekend?"

"Cool, cool, yeah of course." You replied in a chill tone, but your inner self was actually screaming and jumping up and down with excitement. "Uhm, I'll catch you later, then!"

You backed away, bumping into a trash in the process. You quickly caught the bin before it could topple over, and smiled awkwardly at Dazai before running off.

The brunette held his hand to say something else, but it was to late. He let out a sigh and chuckled, shaking his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets before approaching the same door you went through.

'Silly girl. Doesn't she remember we're in the same class?' He thought to himself and walked inside the building.