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With You, Any Day

Synopsis: Winter has you down in the slumps. Memories of the past haunt you and slowly drain the life out of you. Dazai is determined to help. Or, try to help you. Maybe it’s because he cares, or maybe he’s just selfish. You don’t think you’ll ever know.  

Featuring: ADAReader x Osamu Dazai

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The streets are filled with people laughing and smiling as they play with the snow outside, the sound of boots crunching on the frozen ground of the streets of Yokohama. You see soft wool scarfs everywhere, hats and gloves warming them as they continue with their routines. Winter is a season that is loved by many people; they prefer the cold streets and warm drinks over the unforgiving sun and exposed beaches. 

You’re rubbing your hands together as you stare out the window from the agency. Work has been slow lately; it seems like crime drops drastically when Christmas is near. And you’re grateful for that; you’d rather stay inside, especially in these grey, chilly times. It makes you feel upset, downhearted at best.

Dazai had perceived the way you were acting lately. Across the office, his mind was working to figure out what exactly was making you act so…gloomy. He wasn’t the best person to run to for comfort; he knew that. And he definitely wasn’t a great example when it came to managing his own feelings or using the best coping mechanisms. Yet he figured he could do what he does best when people try to pry where they aren't welcome: divert their attention to something else. He tells himself that he is doing this for everyone in the agency. They all have noticed the way your voice was quieter or how you would get easily frustrated by anything or anyone. He nods, as he so obviously tries to convince himself that he is doing this for the greater good, instead of his own selfishness to have you back as your usual self. 

He makes his way to where you’re standing, gaze fixated somewhere where the birds fly. Dazai has a feeling that tells him you’re not here at all. Instead, he presumes that this attitude you’ve been having is caused by the change in season. Yet he still has to figure out if it’s only because it's winter or if winter has something to do with whatever it is that's making you act like this. He is almost completely sure that it’s the latter. If winter bothered you on a surface level, you wouldn’t be nearly as jumpy as you have been this past week. It’s almost as if you’re on alert for something…

He clears his throat. “I wonder what is so interesting that is able to make you stand here for hours, mhm?” You snap out of whatever trance you were in, brows furrowed as you look at him. Cute. Dazai thinks to himself as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t here for hours…Was I?” You mutter, then shake your head. “No, of course I wasn’t.”

A lazy smile finds its way into his features. “Enjoying the view?” He has to poke a bit where it hurts to come up with a solution, a fair price to pay, he thinks. It’s not like he wants to, but he’s accustomed to having to deal with what other people don't want to.

You don’t give him a good response to his question. You shrug, hesitant to answer. You tear your gaze away from his. Dazai doesn’t like that, he realises. You usually look into his eyes when talking to him, never breaking eye contact. You do that with most people you talk to, but he likes to think that you choose to gaze into his eyes. The same eyes that people used to—and still—avoid as if they were a disease. 

“It’s the same as always.” You whisper, but it’s more to yourself. Your eyes find his, and he could practically see all traces of life drain from your eyes. A humourless chuckle makes it past your throat, but it burns the same way whisky does. “I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s expression shifts when he hears you apologise. Something unreadable flickering across his face. “Why?” He gestures vaguely at the office. “Nobody has requested an apology, right?” He recovers fairly quickly, sighing dramatically as he casts his gaze out the window. You didn’t notice how it’s just you two here. “Yesterday I snapped at you.” You swallow with difficulty; guilt has been gnawing at you all night on top of all the memories that surface every cold season. 

Ah, Dazai thinks, he obviously didn't take to heart your outburst yesterday; he was at fault for sneaking up on you, causing the coffee on your hands to drop onto your reports. Which resulted in him being yelled at. Then you stormed off. He thinks you look quite adorable when asking for forgiveness like this, and he feels a bit guilty for it. “I didn’t realise you were thinking this much about me.” He clutches his chest theatrically. “Really, I figured you wouldn’t care with how much Kunikida has beaten me already.” 

You can’t help the way the corner of your lips curve upwards; a small, almost embarrassed smile forms on your face. And his own grows wider when seeing it. “He wouldn’t yell or beat you up if you behaved for once.” The light in your eyes has returned, and he mentally pats himself on the back; he has successfully directed your attention where he likes it most, on him. 

“Well,” he drawls, pretending to consider your advice. “But where is the fun in that? Everything is way more interesting when there’s a bit of danger.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. You can't help but find him endearing despite everything. “Of course, how inconsiderate of me, huh.”

“Ah, it’s quite alright,” He hums, his wide smile turning into a sly one. “You could always make it up to me by inviting me for some drinks. What do you say?” You blink at him, caught off guard. “Huh? Drinks?”

He nods. “You see, I know this bar, it’s pretty quiet and has the perfect—” You cut him off. “Today?” You sound almost eager, yet he sees a bit of doubt in the way your eyes narrow at him a bit. Dazai decides to take his chances, even when he knows you’re far too good for him. He’s a selfish man, after all. “It’s a date. Tonight at eight?” 

For a moment he thinks that you might refuse, but then he sees your cheeks flush slightly. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “Let’s meet in front of the Uzumaki cafe...”

He’s studying your reaction, eyes softer now. “Well, then, see you there.” He winks at you before turning around, going god-knows-where, and leaving you dumbfounded for a while. Once you’ve processed everything, your mind starts racing with all the outfits you have in mind for tonight, and, as you finish your work, you can’t help but think that maybe, slowly, you can start creating new memories to remember for every cold winter.

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With You, Any Day

Synopsis: Winter has you down in the slumps. Memories of the past haunt you and slowly drain the life out of you. Dazai is determined to help. Or, try to help you. Maybe it’s because he cares, or maybe he’s just selfish. You don’t think you’ll ever know.  

Featuring: ADAReader x Osamu Dazai

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The streets are filled with people laughing and smiling as they play with the snow outside, the sound of boots crunching on the frozen ground of the streets of Yokohama. You see soft wool scarfs everywhere, hats and gloves warming them as they continue with their routines. Winter is a season that is loved by many people; they prefer the cold streets and warm drinks over the unforgiving sun and exposed beaches. 

You’re rubbing your hands together as you stare out the window from the agency. Work has been slow lately; it seems like crime drops drastically when Christmas is near. And you’re grateful for that; you’d rather stay inside, especially in these grey, chilly times. It makes you feel upset, downhearted at best.

Dazai had perceived the way you were acting lately. Across the office, his mind was working to figure out what exactly was making you act so…gloomy. He wasn’t the best person to run to for comfort; he knew that. And he definitely wasn’t a great example when it came to managing his own feelings or using the best coping mechanisms. Yet he figured he could do what he does best when people try to pry where they aren't welcome: divert their attention to something else. He tells himself that he is doing this for everyone in the agency. They all have noticed the way your voice was quieter or how you would get easily frustrated by anything or anyone. He nods, as he so obviously tries to convince himself that he is doing this for the greater good, instead of his own selfishness to have you back as your usual self. 

He makes his way to where you’re standing, gaze fixated somewhere where the birds fly. Dazai has a feeling that tells him you’re not here at all. Instead, he presumes that this attitude you’ve been having is caused by the change in season. Yet he still has to figure out if it’s only because it's winter or if winter has something to do with whatever it is that's making you act like this. He is almost completely sure that it’s the latter. If winter bothered you on a surface level, you wouldn’t be nearly as jumpy as you have been this past week. It’s almost as if you’re on alert for something…

He clears his throat. “I wonder what is so interesting that is able to make you stand here for hours, mhm?” You snap out of whatever trance you were in, brows furrowed as you look at him. Cute. Dazai thinks to himself as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t here for hours…Was I?” You mutter, then shake your head. “No, of course I wasn’t.”

A lazy smile finds its way into his features. “Enjoying the view?” He has to poke a bit where it hurts to come up with a solution, a fair price to pay, he thinks. It’s not like he wants to, but he’s accustomed to having to deal with what other people don't want to.

You don’t give him a good response to his question. You shrug, hesitant to answer. You tear your gaze away from his. Dazai doesn’t like that, he realises. You usually look into his eyes when talking to him, never breaking eye contact. You do that with most people you talk to, but he likes to think that you choose to gaze into his eyes. The same eyes that people used to—and still—avoid as if they were a disease. 

“It’s the same as always.” You whisper, but it’s more to yourself. Your eyes find his, and he could practically see all traces of life drain from your eyes. A humourless chuckle makes it past your throat, but it burns the same way whisky does. “I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s expression shifts when he hears you apologise. Something unreadable flickering across his face. “Why?” He gestures vaguely at the office. “Nobody has requested an apology, right?” He recovers fairly quickly, sighing dramatically as he casts his gaze out the window. You didn’t notice how it’s just you two here. “Yesterday I snapped at you.” You swallow with difficulty; guilt has been gnawing at you all night on top of all the memories that surface every cold season. 

Ah, Dazai thinks, he obviously didn't take to heart your outburst yesterday; he was at fault for sneaking up on you, causing the coffee on your hands to drop onto your reports. Which resulted in him being yelled at. Then you stormed off. He thinks you look quite adorable when asking for forgiveness like this, and he feels a bit guilty for it. “I didn’t realise you were thinking this much about me.” He clutches his chest theatrically. “Really, I figured you wouldn’t care with how much Kunikida has beaten me already.” 

You can’t help the way the corner of your lips curve upwards; a small, almost embarrassed smile forms on your face. And his own grows wider when seeing it. “He wouldn’t yell or beat you up if you behaved for once.” The light in your eyes has returned, and he mentally pats himself on the back; he has successfully directed your attention where he likes it most, on him. 

“Well,” he drawls, pretending to consider your advice. “But where is the fun in that? Everything is way more interesting when there’s a bit of danger.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. You can't help but find him endearing despite everything. “Of course, how inconsiderate of me, huh.”

“Ah, it’s quite alright,” He hums, his wide smile turning into a sly one. “You could always make it up to me by inviting me for some drinks. What do you say?” You blink at him, caught off guard. “Huh? Drinks?”

He nods. “You see, I know this bar, it’s pretty quiet and has the perfect—” You cut him off. “Today?” You sound almost eager, yet he sees a bit of doubt in the way your eyes narrow at him a bit. Dazai decides to take his chances, even when he knows you’re far too good for him. He’s a selfish man, after all. “It’s a date. Tonight at eight?” 

For a moment he thinks that you might refuse, but then he sees your cheeks flush slightly. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “Let’s meet in front of the Uzumaki cafe...”

He’s studying your reaction, eyes softer now. “Well, then, see you there.” He winks at you before turning around, going god-knows-where, and leaving you dumbfounded for a while. Once you’ve processed everything, your mind starts racing with all the outfits you have in mind for tonight, and, as you finish your work, you can’t help but think that maybe, slowly, you can start creating new memories to remember for every cold winter.

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With You, Any Day

Synopsis: Winter has you down in the slumps. Memories of the past haunt you and slowly drain the life out of you. Dazai is determined to help. Or, try to help you. Maybe it’s because he cares, or maybe he’s just selfish. You don’t think you’ll ever know.  

Featuring: ADAReader x Osamu Dazai

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The streets are filled with people laughing and smiling as they play with the snow outside, the sound of boots crunching on the frozen ground of the streets of Yokohama. You see soft wool scarfs everywhere, hats and gloves warming them as they continue with their routines. Winter is a season that is loved by many people; they prefer the cold streets and warm drinks over the unforgiving sun and exposed beaches. 

You’re rubbing your hands together as you stare out the window from the agency. Work has been slow lately; it seems like crime drops drastically when Christmas is near. And you’re grateful for that; you’d rather stay inside, especially in these grey, chilly times. It makes you feel upset, downhearted at best.

Dazai had perceived the way you were acting lately. Across the office, his mind was working to figure out what exactly was making you act so…gloomy. He wasn’t the best person to run to for comfort; he knew that. And he definitely wasn’t a great example when it came to managing his own feelings or using the best coping mechanisms. Yet he figured he could do what he does best when people try to pry where they aren't welcome: divert their attention to something else. He tells himself that he is doing this for everyone in the agency. They all have noticed the way your voice was quieter or how you would get easily frustrated by anything or anyone. He nods, as he so obviously tries to convince himself that he is doing this for the greater good, instead of his own selfishness to have you back as your usual self. 

He makes his way to where you’re standing, gaze fixated somewhere where the birds fly. Dazai has a feeling that tells him you’re not here at all. Instead, he presumes that this attitude you’ve been having is caused by the change in season. Yet he still has to figure out if it’s only because it's winter or if winter has something to do with whatever it is that's making you act like this. He is almost completely sure that it’s the latter. If winter bothered you on a surface level, you wouldn’t be nearly as jumpy as you have been this past week. It’s almost as if you’re on alert for something…

He clears his throat. “I wonder what is so interesting that is able to make you stand here for hours, mhm?” You snap out of whatever trance you were in, brows furrowed as you look at him. Cute. Dazai thinks to himself as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t here for hours…Was I?” You mutter, then shake your head. “No, of course I wasn’t.”

A lazy smile finds its way into his features. “Enjoying the view?” He has to poke a bit where it hurts to come up with a solution, a fair price to pay, he thinks. It’s not like he wants to, but he’s accustomed to having to deal with what other people don't want to.

You don’t give him a good response to his question. You shrug, hesitant to answer. You tear your gaze away from his. Dazai doesn’t like that, he realises. You usually look into his eyes when talking to him, never breaking eye contact. You do that with most people you talk to, but he likes to think that you choose to gaze into his eyes. The same eyes that people used to—and still—avoid as if they were a disease. 

“It’s the same as always.” You whisper, but it’s more to yourself. Your eyes find his, and he could practically see all traces of life drain from your eyes. A humourless chuckle makes it past your throat, but it burns the same way whisky does. “I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s expression shifts when he hears you apologise. Something unreadable flickering across his face. “Why?” He gestures vaguely at the office. “Nobody has requested an apology, right?” He recovers fairly quickly, sighing dramatically as he casts his gaze out the window. You didn’t notice how it’s just you two here. “Yesterday I snapped at you.” You swallow with difficulty; guilt has been gnawing at you all night on top of all the memories that surface every cold season. 

Ah, Dazai thinks, he obviously didn't take to heart your outburst yesterday; he was at fault for sneaking up on you, causing the coffee on your hands to drop onto your reports. Which resulted in him being yelled at. Then you stormed off. He thinks you look quite adorable when asking for forgiveness like this, and he feels a bit guilty for it. “I didn’t realise you were thinking this much about me.” He clutches his chest theatrically. “Really, I figured you wouldn’t care with how much Kunikida has beaten me already.” 

You can’t help the way the corner of your lips curve upwards; a small, almost embarrassed smile forms on your face. And his own grows wider when seeing it. “He wouldn’t yell or beat you up if you behaved for once.” The light in your eyes has returned, and he mentally pats himself on the back; he has successfully directed your attention where he likes it most, on him. 

“Well,” he drawls, pretending to consider your advice. “But where is the fun in that? Everything is way more interesting when there’s a bit of danger.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. You can't help but find him endearing despite everything. “Of course, how inconsiderate of me, huh.”

“Ah, it’s quite alright,” He hums, his wide smile turning into a sly one. “You could always make it up to me by inviting me for some drinks. What do you say?” You blink at him, caught off guard. “Huh? Drinks?”

He nods. “You see, I know this bar, it’s pretty quiet and has the perfect—” You cut him off. “Today?” You sound almost eager, yet he sees a bit of doubt in the way your eyes narrow at him a bit. Dazai decides to take his chances, even when he knows you’re far too good for him. He’s a selfish man, after all. “It’s a date. Tonight at eight?” 

For a moment he thinks that you might refuse, but then he sees your cheeks flush slightly. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “Let’s meet in front of the Uzumaki cafe...”

He’s studying your reaction, eyes softer now. “Well, then, see you there.” He winks at you before turning around, going god-knows-where, and leaving you dumbfounded for a while. Once you’ve processed everything, your mind starts racing with all the outfits you have in mind for tonight, and, as you finish your work, you can’t help but think that maybe, slowly, you can start creating new memories to remember for every cold winter.

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Yall give me a moment

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Today I’ll post!!

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bad day today.

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Take your time!!

Thank you, love <3

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Sorry guys I’ll post as soon as I can. I'm working on something but it’s slow because I’ve been struggling with horrible nightmares. It’s hard to sleep lately.

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I’m home!! I’m so so tired, but it has been so much fun. I don’t get to go anytime I want to, but I always feel like a kid again when I do.

I’m going to the beach!!! I love it so much ahhh I’msohappy

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I’m going to the beach!!! I love it so much ahhh I’msohappy

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Done.

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Paperwork stresses me out so much, but I am doing it. Once I finish, I can (hopefully) rest if nothing goes wrong.

Today was a good day. I love my girls so much, and it’s always fun to hang out with them. I did have to postpone some paperwork, but it was worth it. I still have time until the deadline.

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Today was a good day. I love my girls so much, and it’s always fun to hang out with them. I did have to postpone some paperwork, but it was worth it. I still have time until the deadline.

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I’m so so tired

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hii, I was wondering, since you're planning on writing for Bungo Stray Dogs, if you could write an ADA reader who meets Chuuya at night. Like, the reader is attacked by some criminals and Chuuya, since we know he's a gentleman, helps her and they become friends? Or something like that!! Whatever you want. Sorry for the long ask, I just wanted to take advantage and be one of the first people to request.

Nightly occurrences

synopsis: A night where you decide to take a walk to get your mind off work, you encounter a gang who’s pretty adamant on making things difficult, thankfully for you, a certain mafia executive was around to lend a hand. 

featuring: FemReader x Chuuya (platonic), The ADA

warnings: creepy gang members, you know the deal.

author notes: i’ve made it platonic since you asked for them to be friends. I can't really imagine Chuuya easily accepting someone in the ADA as a friend, but I’ve written it so they have mutual respect and think highly of each other by the end of the night. Hopefully it’s not too ooc. Comments are always appreciated!!!

Most people know that Yokohama after dark is ruled by the night wardens of the city; it’s the time of the day where the Port Mafia stands watch on every corner and oversees any criminal activity there is. Of course, that doesn't make it impossible to go out, as long as you don't interfere or meddle with their affairs; you’re free to go anywhere you please. That’s why you were never surprised when seeing the crowded streets; Yokohama was alive at night.

You find yourself wandering along the Tsurumi River, the same place Kunikida and Dazai found Atsushi the first time they met him, as a starving, abandoned orphan. You let out a sigh, tired. Lately the only thing you’ve been doing is work, go home, sleep and repeat. So you decided to walk for a bit, take your mind off everything and enjoy how the moonlight reflects so beautifully on the river.

It was moments like this that your mind went elsewhere, a quieter life, or the silent what-ifs that sometimes clouded your mind. It’s not like you didn't enjoy your life at the Armed Detective Agency; you did, but every now and then life became…overwhelming. Constantly dealing with criminals, new cases coming in, the paperwork and the stress of having to protect, sometimes multiple people at once, made your head hurt, and the guilt of not being enough at times got to you.

“Huh, look at this, didn’t expect anyone here this late at night.” Your eyes shoot open as this new voice registers in your mind; you stand up—cautious. “Did nobody warn you that this is our territory? Or are you searching for trouble, missy?” 

You keep silent as your gaze tracks every individual there is, seven men—wearing all black and different weapons on them. “I apologise,” You swallow thickly, mind racing for possible escape routes. “I didn't know this was someone’s…property. It won't happen again.”

You really aren’t in the mood for this tonight. And you’d rather not have to resort to using your ability for this. 

The leader, you guess, doesn’t seem pleased with your answer as he takes a step closer. “You think a simple apology is going to be enough?” He shakes his head, oblivious to the way your hand is reaching for your phone in your back pocket. “How about instead you do something for us, mhm? I’ll consider letting you go after.”

“Aha…I’d prefer not to.” You insist; your hands come up as a sign of surrender. You want to make them understand that you’re not a threat. “I can promise to not tell anyone anything about this.” You’re lying. You will be telling this to your coworkers. If right now they are harassing you, thinking you’re a civilian. Who's to say they won't do this to others?

The man seems enraged now, cussing you out as his hands find a gun in the inside pocket of his jacket. You mentally prepare to spring into action as he points his gun at you, demanding obedience. The adrenaline in your body makes everything feel hot, fingers twitching slightly as you prepare to— The man unexpectedly falls to the ground, hand flying to hug his knee, face twisted and hissing as he doubles over in pain. Some of his men rush to his side. 

“Tch, assholes, can't seem to behave at all.” You turn around to find no one other than—Nakahara Chuuya, the strongest ability user in the Port Mafia, his motorcycle parked behind him. His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised. “You’re from the Armed Detective Agency, what business do you have with these bastards?”

You don't immediately rush to his side; he’s still from the Port Mafia, but you do move away from the gang members and step closer to him. “I don’t even know them.” You defend yourself. “They started all this quarrel.” You huff in annoyance; you just wanted an easy night, but you guess nothing is ever simple in Yokohama. Crossing your arms, you add, as an afterthought. “I thought it was the Port Mafia’s job to keep in line the smaller fries.”

Chuuya scoffs, “Don’t give me that crap, we don’t go around babysitting anyone. This isn’t daycare” The gang members seem agitated and alarmed. You figured they would fight off more, but you suppose that even they would know to not mess with anyone from the port.

“Well,” you start, “you surely didn’t come all the way here just to help me out…” You smile at him, thankful. “Still, thanks for that.” You’ve never interacted with Nakahara Chuuya directly; nevertheless, he doesn’t seem like an unreasonable man. “Huh,” he seems a bit taken aback by your gratitude. “It’s nothing”, He casts his gaze somewhere else, a bit embarrassed. “...Just irritates me how some bastards think they own the place just because they have some guns.”

You nod at his words. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” You fidget with your sleeves a bit, unsure of what to say. The gang members have already vanished; you doubt that they’ll show their faces here again. “Anyway…I should get going, it’s quite late. And my home is pretty far away from here…”

You wave at him one last time before turning around and going straight ahead, your mind replaying everything that happened tonight. But his voice behind you makes you stop. Turning around, you see Chuuya frowning, cheeks a bit flushed; he seems a bit conflicted. You assume that maybe he’s either too proud or too awkward to communicate whatever he’s trying to say. “I can give you a ride if it’s really that far.” He then adds quickly. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s late.”  He sighs. “Forget it.”

Blinking several times, you make your way over to him, shaking your head. “No, I would really appreciate it, thank you again.” He grumbles under his breath, “Yeah, yeah…hop on behind.” 

No helmet is given to you as you do as he says. You give him your address, wrapping your arms around his waist as he drives through the city, not really minding the traffic signs or speed limits. You figure that when you can control the gravity of everything around you, the fear of being hurt takes a back seat in your mind. The ride to your apartment is quiet. And you don’t feel an ounce of concern about all of this. The Port Mafia already knows where you work; they could definitely get your address—if they don't have it already. Plus, right now, they don’t have any reason to declare any type of conflict with the agency.

The moon shines brightly. Finding yourself captivated by its beauty, you don’t notice that you’ve already reached your destination until you hear Chuuya clear his throat. Hopping off from the bike, you turn around. “I already said this multiple times, but thanks.” You don’t really wait for any answer as you wave at him one last time before going inside the building. Looking through the window from your room, you find him there, in the same spot. Once he catches your gaze, he raises his hand to say goodbye before driving away. 

-The next morning-

The next day you’re in the armed detective agency office, hand resting on your cheek. You’re talking with Atsushi; he’s explaining to you how he couldn’t sleep because of some noise outside that kept him awake. You exhale as you answer. “Well, at least you weren’t harassed by some gang members. Thank goodness Nakahara Chuuya was there…”

Immediately you notice how the whole agency has gone quiet. While Atsushi looks terrified, both Kunikida and Dazai seem speechless. The latter groans as if troubled. Ranpo just hums, as if he knew. 

“What did you just say?!!” Kunikida’s voice fills the air as he yells. Before you are dendlessly questioned about everything. 

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hii, I was wondering, since you're planning on writing for Bungo Stray Dogs, if you could write an ADA reader who meets Chuuya at night. Like, the reader is attacked by some criminals and Chuuya, since we know he's a gentleman, helps her and they become friends? Or something like that!! Whatever you want. Sorry for the long ask, I just wanted to take advantage and be one of the first people to request.

Nightly occurrences

synopsis: A night where you decide to take a walk to get your mind off work, you encounter a gang who’s pretty adamant on making things difficult, thankfully for you, a certain mafia executive was around to lend a hand. 

featuring: FemReader x Chuuya (platonic), The ADA

warnings: creepy gang members, you know the deal.

author notes: i’ve made it platonic since you asked for them to be friends. I can't really imagine Chuuya easily accepting someone in the ADA as a friend, but I’ve written it so they have mutual respect and think highly of each other by the end of the night. Hopefully it’s not too ooc. Comments are always appreciated!!!

Most people know that Yokohama after dark is ruled by the night wardens of the city; it’s the time of the day where the Port Mafia stands watch on every corner and oversees any criminal activity there is. Of course, that doesn't make it impossible to go out, as long as you don't interfere or meddle with their affairs; you’re free to go anywhere you please. That’s why you were never surprised when seeing the crowded streets; Yokohama was alive at night.

You find yourself wandering along the Tsurumi River, the same place Kunikida and Dazai found Atsushi the first time they met him, as a starving, abandoned orphan. You let out a sigh, tired. Lately the only thing you’ve been doing is work, go home, sleep and repeat. So you decided to walk for a bit, take your mind off everything and enjoy how the moonlight reflects so beautifully on the river.

It was moments like this that your mind went elsewhere, a quieter life, or the silent what-ifs that sometimes clouded your mind. It’s not like you didn't enjoy your life at the Armed Detective Agency; you did, but every now and then life became…overwhelming. Constantly dealing with criminals, new cases coming in, the paperwork and the stress of having to protect, sometimes multiple people at once, made your head hurt, and the guilt of not being enough at times got to you.

“Huh, look at this, didn’t expect anyone here this late at night.” Your eyes shoot open as this new voice registers in your mind; you stand up—cautious. “Did nobody warn you that this is our territory? Or are you searching for trouble, missy?” 

You keep silent as your gaze tracks every individual there is, seven men—wearing all black and different weapons on them. “I apologise,” You swallow thickly, mind racing for possible escape routes. “I didn't know this was someone’s…property. It won't happen again.”

You really aren’t in the mood for this tonight. And you’d rather not have to resort to using your ability for this. 

The leader, you guess, doesn’t seem pleased with your answer as he takes a step closer. “You think a simple apology is going to be enough?” He shakes his head, oblivious to the way your hand is reaching for your phone in your back pocket. “How about instead you do something for us, mhm? I’ll consider letting you go after.”

“Aha…I’d prefer not to.” You insist; your hands come up as a sign of surrender. You want to make them understand that you’re not a threat. “I can promise to not tell anyone anything about this.” You’re lying. You will be telling this to your coworkers. If right now they are harassing you, thinking you’re a civilian. Who's to say they won't do this to others?

The man seems enraged now, cussing you out as his hands find a gun in the inside pocket of his jacket. You mentally prepare to spring into action as he points his gun at you, demanding obedience. The adrenaline in your body makes everything feel hot, fingers twitching slightly as you prepare to— The man unexpectedly falls to the ground, hand flying to hug his knee, face twisted and hissing as he doubles over in pain. Some of his men rush to his side. 

“Tch, assholes, can't seem to behave at all.” You turn around to find no one other than—Nakahara Chuuya, the strongest ability user in the Port Mafia, his motorcycle parked behind him. His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised. “You’re from the Armed Detective Agency, what business do you have with these bastards?”

You don't immediately rush to his side; he’s still from the Port Mafia, but you do move away from the gang members and step closer to him. “I don’t even know them.” You defend yourself. “They started all this quarrel.” You huff in annoyance; you just wanted an easy night, but you guess nothing is ever simple in Yokohama. Crossing your arms, you add, as an afterthought. “I thought it was the Port Mafia’s job to keep in line the smaller fries.”

Chuuya scoffs, “Don’t give me that crap, we don’t go around babysitting anyone. This isn’t daycare” The gang members seem agitated and alarmed. You figured they would fight off more, but you suppose that even they would know to not mess with anyone from the port.

“Well,” you start, “you surely didn’t come all the way here just to help me out…” You smile at him, thankful. “Still, thanks for that.” You’ve never interacted with Nakahara Chuuya directly; nevertheless, he doesn’t seem like an unreasonable man. “Huh,” he seems a bit taken aback by your gratitude. “It’s nothing”, He casts his gaze somewhere else, a bit embarrassed. “...Just irritates me how some bastards think they own the place just because they have some guns.”

You nod at his words. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” You fidget with your sleeves a bit, unsure of what to say. The gang members have already vanished; you doubt that they’ll show their faces here again. “Anyway…I should get going, it’s quite late. And my home is pretty far away from here…”

You wave at him one last time before turning around and going straight ahead, your mind replaying everything that happened tonight. But his voice behind you makes you stop. Turning around, you see Chuuya frowning, cheeks a bit flushed; he seems a bit conflicted. You assume that maybe he’s either too proud or too awkward to communicate whatever he’s trying to say. “I can give you a ride if it’s really that far.” He then adds quickly. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s late.”  He sighs. “Forget it.”

Blinking several times, you make your way over to him, shaking your head. “No, I would really appreciate it, thank you again.” He grumbles under his breath, “Yeah, yeah…hop on behind.” 

No helmet is given to you as you do as he says. You give him your address, wrapping your arms around his waist as he drives through the city, not really minding the traffic signs or speed limits. You figure that when you can control the gravity of everything around you, the fear of being hurt takes a back seat in your mind. The ride to your apartment is quiet. And you don’t feel an ounce of concern about all of this. The Port Mafia already knows where you work; they could definitely get your address—if they don't have it already. Plus, right now, they don’t have any reason to declare any type of conflict with the agency.

The moon shines brightly. Finding yourself captivated by its beauty, you don’t notice that you’ve already reached your destination until you hear Chuuya clear his throat. Hopping off from the bike, you turn around. “I already said this multiple times, but thanks.” You don’t really wait for any answer as you wave at him one last time before going inside the building. Looking through the window from your room, you find him there, in the same spot. Once he catches your gaze, he raises his hand to say goodbye before driving away. 

-The next morning-

The next day you’re in the armed detective agency office, hand resting on your cheek. You’re talking with Atsushi; he’s explaining to you how he couldn’t sleep because of some noise outside that kept him awake. You exhale as you answer. “Well, at least you weren’t harassed by some gang members. Thank goodness Nakahara Chuuya was there…”

Immediately you notice how the whole agency has gone quiet. While Atsushi looks terrified, both Kunikida and Dazai seem speechless. The latter groans as if troubled. Ranpo just hums, as if he knew. 

“What did you just say?!!” Kunikida’s voice fills the air as he yells. Before you are endlessly questioned about everything. 

[nor-ay]

I will probably update tonight!!