#akutagawa doesn’t even know what to respond

[anidealistatbestburntoutatworst]

shin soukoku fluff (hooray)

akutagawa: “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you!”

atsushi *earnestly*: “really… i know exactly what i’d do!”

akutagawa: “and what’s that?!”

atsushi *smiling*: “find you, silly!”

akutagawa *blushing slightly*

[kentopedia]

dating port mafia boss dazai

contents: f!reader, implied violence, mostly dazai spoiling you so much, dazai is very soft in this, one litte nsfw scene !!

note: this reeks of self indulgence :,) my current obsession is pmboss!dazai being so sweet & gentle to his s/o

it goes without saying that if you're in the port mafia when you start dating dazai, he’ll probably want you to take less work in the field.

bc his main goal is keeping you safe, and he constantly worries about you when you're going on dangerous missions !!

though, sometimes you miss being in all the action. so, dazai will send you on missions with chuuya or akutagawa from time to time

he still worries, but he has no doubt they can keep you safe!!

he hates being nervous about whether or not you’ll come back to him, but he never wants you to feel like you're a prisoner in your own home.

if you want to go with him, anywhere or anytime, to any meeting, you just have to ask!

bc he trusts you completely <3 and he also knows you can take care of yourself.

if you want to work in other parts of the mafia, whether that be in training, intelligence, or behind the scenes work, dazai doesn’t care

he pretends to be uncompromising on some issues, but you can convince him of anything with a pretty smile.

but, if you're not in the port mafia, he (unfortunately) will make sure you have a bodyguard with you almost everywhere.

you insist its not necessary, but he knows he's made a lot of enemies that would love to use him against you. :(

though dazai has his moments of insanity (lol), he doesn't want to drive you away from him.

if you say its too much, he'll figure out something else. another way to keep you safe.

eventually, you come live with him, so that takes care of that.

dazai spoils you senseless !!

if he's ever late for a mission, he always comes back with something for you.

sometimes its flowers, sometimes its something even more elaborate

loves loves loves giving you jewelry

but everything he buys is very thoughtful!

he doesn't buy you expensive gifts just to flaunt money

its more that there isn't a price tag on things to him. if he sees something he thinks you'll like, it'll be yours, no matter the cost <3

"i'm home!" you said cheerfully, dropping your bag off by the door as you shouted to dazai through the penthouse.

the sound echoed back, and dazai didn't respond.

with a yawn, you headed towards your bedroom, stretching your muscles as you walked. the weather had been miserable that week, and between the heat and the rain, you were feeling more tired than ever.

what you longed for was a nice hot shower and a night in dazai's arms.

"osamu?" you said again, but the apartment remained quiet. there was no one in your bedroom when you opened the door.

you sighed, disappointed that he wasn't home to lay with you as you took a nap. though, your attention was quickly diverted by the newest addition to your bed.

a soft brown teddy bear, the same color as dazai's eyes, held a card, and a dark velvet box, paired with a bouquet of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

the note was short, but it was enough, and you couldn't help but smile as you read it.

i have to go out of the city for tonight. i'll be back in the morning. sorry i can't be with you, my darling. here's a little apology gift. i love you. - osamu

as usual, the gift was anything but small.

you flipped open the delicate box to reveal a gold necklace, a deep ruby dangling from the chain in the shape of a heart.

for a moment, you did nothing more than stare at the glittering gem that was edged by smaller diamonds, and you swelled with more love than your chest could handle.

carefully, you set the box down, wondering what you ever did to deserve something so beautiful. as much as you wanted to wear it immediately, you'd wait until osamu was back so he could help you put it on.

instead, you placed the card and the necklace by the flowers, and climbed into bed with the stuffed animal. as you nestled deeper into the comforter, curling your arms around the bear, you realized dazai had sprayed it with his cologne before he left.

dazai isn't the best about telling you how he feels. he is so much better at showing it.

if it isn't obvious, he loves buying you gifts! he has so much money as the port mafia boss, and he has no idea what to do with it. why not spend it on you!!

if you see an outfit in the store window that you like, dazai will have it tailored to your precise measurements. (which he has memorized, of course).

he loves shopping for you.

when he buys you pretty dresses, lingerie, and so on, all the other women in the store are swooning over him.

he knows exactly what you like and don't.

even if he thinks you'd look so beautiful in something, he knows your sense of style.

dazai doesn't want you to ever feel obligated to wear something just bc he picked it out for you.

of course, dazai always gives you his card to go shopping

and to get your nails done! he's obsessed with how pretty your hands look after getting a fresh set <3

he's loves them whatever color/design you think looks best. but i'd be lying if i said he wasn't obsessed with red nails.

dazai really loves the way they looked wrapped around his-

you rested your head on dazai's shoulder, letting your hands gently splay across his knee, your fingertips moving in a listless, delicate pattern.

though a film played before you, it was forgotten quickly, dazai's breath catching as he exhaled a laugh. "what are you doing?" he asked, and you smiled innocently, drifting your hand further up his thigh.

"nothing."

he blinked at you with wide brown eyes and swallowed, his throat bobbing as you reached his hip. you wrapped a delicate finger around his zipper, pulling it down slowly.

"nothing, hm?" he countered.

you turned to face him, sweeter now, as you tugged at his waistband. though dazai feigned disinterest for a moment, you felt him twitch beneath the thin layer of clothing.

his focus drifted down to your much softer hand, perfectly manicured and smaller than his own. he seemed fascinated, for a moment, by the way your fingers were moving. "your nails look pretty, love."

"i know.” you grinned. dazai's hips shifted, and you lowered his waistband, pressing a line of kisses up his neck slowly, teasing him.

you freed his cock, aching and hard, from his pants, and wrapped your hand around him. dazai let out a small gasp, though he watched as you lazily stroked him, the action perfected from experience.

"you're so pretty, 'samu." you watched his face turn red as he tried hard not to fall apart under your touch.

it was reassuring, really, to know that the most powerful man in the city was wrapped around your finger.

"not as pretty as you, baby," he said, but the word came out strained, raspy as you tightened your fist, running your teeth across the taut vein in his neck.

you laughed and moved onto his lap, kicking the remote off the couch before straddling him. his eyes melted into hearts as he stared up at you, begging for a kiss.

"you’ve been so busy this week,” you frowned. “i wanna make you feel good."

dazai jerked into you, breathing stifled as you brush your thumb over the tip. "you always do." his smile was affectionate, but his touch was desperate, digging into your sides. he was already searching for some sort of release.

"so impatient," you said, but you indulged him with a kiss anyway, his hands fisting in your hair as your tongue met his.

he breathed into you mouth, hot and heavy. "fuck," dazai hissed, lifting your hips to slip off your pajama shorts. "it's hard not to be when you're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. i need to be inside you."

dazai loves loves loves taking you out to expensive restaurants <3

he's not a big fan of crowds, though, so he'll rent out the entire place instead, just to get a private room for the two of you.

and if you don't feel like going out, but you want a nice meal, he'll hire a chef for the evening. one that specializes in whatever type of food you want

dazai's not the best cook, but he’ll do often, just because it makes you happy

he gets so much better over time, though.

whatever you want, he'll make it for you! and if he can't, he'll definitely find someone who can.

but! back to dazai letting you use his account to buy anything.

when you go to any shop associated with the mafia, everything is on the house

bc if the boss is going to funnel money into their pockets, the least they could do is give his girl some gifts !!

"is this... going to be all for you today, miss?" the cashier said, looking at the stack of clothing skeptically. he rang up price tag after price tag, watching as the numbers grew exponentially on the screen.

you nodded, smiling politely as he read off the total, a number that no average person would be able to spend reasonably in one go.

but dazai said you could get whatever you wanted for your birthday, and you hadn't let yourself indulge in a shopping spree for a while. so you'd picked up anything that suited you nicely and decided not to worry.

"how will you be paying today?"

you handed over the card, and the cashier read the name, glancing up at you with skeptical eyes.

"dazai osamu?"

you smiled sweetly. "it's my boyfriend's card."

though, the name had caught the attention of an older salesman across the room, and he was to the cashier in two swift steps, knocking him on the back of the head.

"dumbass," the older man swiped the card from the cashier before he could swipe the payment. "don't you know who she is?"

it took the man three more times of reading dazai's name across the plastic for it to click.

"i'm so sorry," he said, wide eyes suddenly anxious. "i had no idea you were—"

"it's okay. don't worry." you smiled, shrugging. "i won't tell him."

you meant it as a joke, but that only seemed to make the younger cashier more nervous.

"we'll take care of everything for you." the elderly salesman said, holding out the card to return it. "it's on us."

"really?" you pinched your eyebrows together, concerned. the bill was steep. it seemed unfair to let them take such a hit to profits. "at least let me pay for some of it.”

"no, don't worry about it. the boss said it was your birthday, so whatever you want, its yours."

for a moment, you weren't sure what to say. though, realizing that this store was just one of the many in yokohama that partnerned with dazai, you finally succumbed to a smile, and accepted their kindness.

you took dazai's card back and slipped it into your purse. "thank you so much.” you said sincerely, turning to leave with a small wave as you gathered up the bags and bags of clothes. "it was nice to meet you. i'll come back soon!"

though they said nothing, they both stared back at you with wide eyes, as most people did when they found out you were the one that had captured dazai's heart.

when dazai finds out how much you love to read, he clears out an entire floor of the port mafia headquarters to make you a library

its done far too elaborately, with classical decorations, a very intricate chandelier, and a view that looks over the entire city

there are special editions, original copies of your favorite books, books in languages you can't even read and so on

he went a little overboard, but he was just so excited to show you :(

"osamu." you stare, blinking at the vast room, not really sure what to say other than his name.

"what?" he's pouting instantly, wondering if he made a mistake, and you didn't like to read as much as he thought. "do you not like it?"

you don't think your heart has ever felt so full before, and you manage a shaky smile, wondering how it didn't split your face in two. "this is too much. you did all this for me?"

and he seems surprised you would even ask such a silly question, because why wouldn't he give you something you've always wanted? "if it makes you feel better, i'll tell you i did it for myself."

you laugh, and then you're launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. you nearly cry, because even though he spoils you far too much, this is the most thoughtful gift you've ever received.

"thank you." you whisper, kissing him all over his face, and he smiles, his cheeks warm from your affection.

dazai leads you to a shelf after that, pointing out a few novels that have his name scribbled in the front cover, all with varying states of penmanship.

he's collected all his favorite books there for you, hopeful you'll read them first.

dazai places you next to him in every mafia meeting

if you're going to be his partner, you're also going to be his equal <3

and he knows that you can keep everyone in the mafia in line. he trusts you to be in charge when he's not there

bc everyone in the mafia likes you more than dazai anyway! (except maybe akutagawa)

and yes, dazai is the sweetest to you <3 but certainly not to everyone else

he disposes of people that bother you... far too quickly

the man at the store made you uncomfortable? he doesn't live in the city anymore. someone was too handsy? they'll lose a few fingers.

but if someone in the mafia says even one unkind word to you, you'll never see them again.

"sweetheart, what's wrong?"

you sniffed, wiping the tears from your eyes as his hands snuck around your waist. he pulled you closer towards him, sliding next to you on the bed.

"it's nothing." you swallowed, but your eyes were still glassy no matter how hard you tried to stop crying. "i shouldn't get so worked up about things people say."

"hey," he coaxed your hands away from your face, tilting your chin up. "if it's upsetting you, it's a big deal to me, my love."

you said nothing for a moment, but dazai remained patient, smiling softly at you as he stroked your cheek.

never able to resist the gentleness that he showered only you in, you sighed. "some people just said…” you trailed off, almost not wanting to tell him. it seemed embarrassing, in some way, to say something lewd about yourself, even if you were merely repeating the words.

“said what?”

you chewed the inside of your lip before sighing, knowing dazai wouldn’t let the issue rest until you told him.

“they just said that you only kept me around to fuck me.” you dropped your gaze to your hands for a moment, letting them rest limply in your lap. “that i was just some stupid bitch you’d leave behind soon.”

you watched the smile slowly fall from his lips, his eyes hardening with a fury that wasn't directed at you.

"you know that's not true." he held your hands tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "tell me that you know that."

you managed something of a smile. "i know. i really do know how much you love me. doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.”

he nodded, somewhat satisfied as the cloudiness began to clear from your face. "who was it? if you don't know they're name, just describe them." his expression was icy, dangerous, even if his hands were soft.

"osamu, i told you it doesn't matter—" you frowned, looking away before he interrupted.

“it does fucking matter." his words came out sharp. "those men work for me, and i'm not going to let them treat you like that. they've got no business being here if they can't respect you."

at the end of the day, dazai's reputation remains very much intact. he will always be feared in the city, despite exposing himself as a man who's so so in love

but everyone in the mafia is secretly pleased to see him a little happier, even if its just around you.

[strawberrystealer]

Bungo Stray Dogs- What I think they’d do if someone kidnapped you

Characters: Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, and Akutagawa

For some reason I think about this a lot sooo why not write about it!

Fyodor- 

Angry, upset, annoyed, all of those would be understatements

The pure rage that would fill this mans body once he gets the news-

If he saw like a letter or something thats like “Ayo we got ur bae come get them or they die lmaooo #livelaughlove” But a lot more sinister and stuff he’d go straight there and uhhh

Basically kill everyone there using his ability of course

He���d be so quick about it too, like drop everything he was doing and go straight there

Once he’s at the place in like the span of a few seconds everyone’s already dead and he goes over to you and idk takes off your blind fold or whatever they have on you

He becomes the softest man you’ve ever seen just for that moment cuz he doesn’t know what you’ve been through and he doesn’t want to cause you anymore pain

Once you two get home he’ll run a bath for you or something and stay by your side

He’ll make sure no one ever touches you again, he can’t ever risk losing you.

Nikolai- 

I bet he’d be like coming home all cheerful, ready to come mess with you or something and... you’re not on the couch.

Not in your room, the bathroom, anywhere

The smile immediately drops from his face and he gets worried

But then again he probably does this all the time so he texts you and you don’t respond??

Now he’s 10 times more worried than he was before!

Probably not a lot tho cuz he probably knows where you are

If thats the case then he just goes the the location and pays you a lil visit

Knocks on the door like a gentleman ofc 

But when they open it-

BOOM

“QUIZ TIME!!! Where’s my lovely little s/o?? Can you guess??” And he looks over and sees you inside the house.

Then he’d immediately kill move the kind gentleman into a burning fire! So sweet ik

He’d get to you and ofc be worried but once he finds out you’re okay he’ll be fine and back to his normal goofy self 

Unless you want the more realistic take where he cant stop thinking about it and thinks its his fault for weeks but is also trying to rid himself of emotions so ofc he cant be scared or guilty so he’s constantly battling himself on whether or not its his fault and if you still even like you because he might not have been there just in time to save you.

Sigma- 

He’d be so unbelievably worried 

He wouldn’t know who did it, why, how, or anything and he’d be just as confused as you probably are 

He’d probably have to ask for help, contemplate calling the cops but then realizes hes fr a terrorist he cant do that-

So he asks Fyodor for help and after a bit of pleading Fyodor gives him the location of where you and your abductor are

Once Sigma gets there, with some guns he’s probably scared to use, he sees the man that kidnapped you

Its gonna be like “if you give me ur casino ill give u your s/o” type of shit (super unrealistic but its all I can think of rn)

So obviously ur man isnt having that and shoots him

I mean he had no problem shooting that red haired girl (whatever her name is in the hunting dogs) so he probably wouldn’t have a problem killing some weak guy to get his lover back

Once he gets you safe he’ll keep asking if you’re okay alllll the time just because he’s so scared

“Darling are you sure you’re okay?? He seemed really scary... he didn’t hurt you did he? Do you need any bandages?”

Akutagawa- 

He looks completely unfazed

Like he’ll read some letter telling him to come get you or you die and be like “...Ugh not this again” 

He will get you though

And he is slightly scared but not really because he knows you’ll be fine once he gets you

When he gets to the place he doesn’t even knock on the door

He just punches a big ass hole in it with his ability and goes through it 

Also kills your abductor<3

Once he gets you he’s quiet

He’ll lightly hug you, glad your alive and the drive home will be silent

He’s considering weather he should be all “you’re so weak how’d you even get kidnapped” or “are you okay? ... He didn’t do any physical abuse to you, correct?” But both of them sound weird to him so he’s silent

When you get home he’ll prepare anything you wish

Tea? Dinner? Blankets? Anything, he’ll do for you

He does love you and he was very worried its just he has a poor way of showing it, thats all :)

[atlasnessie]

omg i wanted to request dazai, chuuya and maybe akutagawa or atsushi (you can switch some of the characters i just want to read smth like this with dazai :3)with a s/o who really loves to praise, pamper him and shit like this. Like they’re affectionate and offer him a safe space to completely be himself and talk about his problems (being a shoulder for him to cry on but also giving him space when he wants to etc etc) and he’s just “😦😧” bc he’s not used to having that comfort😭 (im probably projecting🔥)

anyways please take care of yourself and take your time <33

HII TYSM 4 THE REQUESTT !

ermm im still unsure on how to write 4 aku … sorry in advance 😿🙏❗️

DAZAI

HELLOOO 😻😻😻 heart beating out of chest floats in the air with hearts around him spinning around doing 99 backflips and cartwheels

he absolutely loves you ! he isn’t one to talk abt his past or hell, even himself … but as you cradle him in your arms with soft praises, he can’t help it but melt right on the spot

he’s so used to people poking and prying into his personal matters, it honestly shocks him a bit when he realizes how sweet and affectionate you were

some days, he reminisces about the past and what it could be like if oda was still around, drinking his tears and sadness away

he would always notice how you’re around whenever he needed you the most, whispering sweet nothing to his ears and listening to what he has to say, even if he doesn’t have anything escaping from his lips

you understand how he needs his space, and once he doesn’t respond back to your actions, you simply place a kiss on his forehead and give him his space to think. (he’ll do something extra for you the next day ..!)

after a rough day, you would always have crab ready to serve for him, a huge tray resting on the table as you smile at him with dirty gloves. he doesn’t say anything and gives a soft smile, sitting down and eating as you feed him now and then

CHUUYA

i feel as if he still feels inhuman, a bit insecure about it

he’s a tough guy, he can control his emotions, and yet, sometimes comes out as an outburst at inappropriate times

when you came into his life, he was honestly a bit shocked on how much you pampered him

like dazai, he isn’t one to open up so much about himself, but as you two continue to see each other, he really can’t help it

after a hard days work, you would be asleep on the bed, the clock reading a ungodly hour. he sneaks into the mattress as you turn your body and whisper a husky ‘morning.’

you can’t help it but ask him how his day was, and he’ll respond with a whisper. you smile at him talking and congratulate him on any minor thing he has done, brushing his hair out of his face

he gets upset easily and often rants to you. he doesn’t get teary eyed, but his face is always red with anger

you nod and agree with him, saying how he was right and the others were wrong (slightly boosting his ego ..)

whenever he’s really pissy after work, you can notice it. and quick. you drop everything your were doing and walk towards him with a solemn face, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving him alone (hes shocked and honestly great guy kn how thoughtful you were on noticing it so quickly. maybe it’s because he always has an angry face on ..?)

AKUTAGAWA

hes a cold guy and honestly a hard read ..

getting into a relationship with him was hard, communicating with him is harder

after work, you would often praise him with a light smile as he looks at you weird

it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it, he’s just not used to the kind words 😁🙏❗️

gotta b slow w him 😋

he appreciates the kind words and gestures, he just doesn’t know how to respond or act back to you

would prolly just nod or respond with a deadpanned ‘thanks’ and then walk off 💀

guys idk how to write 4 aku my b ….

gets used to it slowly, honestly doesn’t know how to react when you praise him or anything

knows you mean well, but he literally goes 😧 when you do smth like that 😿

[giggly-squiggily]

Bite Me (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Happy Halloween my Ghosts, Ghouls and Zombie goons! I am here bringing you some Sousoku this spooky day! :D I wrote this for a good friend of mine (you know who you are) and wanted to share it today! I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo @intheticklecloset (Tagging you cause Chuuya! >:3)

Summary: Chuuya's vampire costume is perfect; but what's the point of Halloween if you don't embrace the character fully?

It was perfect.

Chuuya smirked at his reflection, shifting between poses as he took in his new look. Halloween was just around the corner- as was a massive halloween party being held at the weretiger’s apartment. Whether he even agreed to it or not was unclear, but having it outside of the agency meant Chuuya and Akutagawa could attend without stirring the pot.

That didn’t mean Chuuya wasn’t gonna go all out dressing up though.

His tailored suit fit perfectly, the velvety cape draped over his shoulders hitting his lower calves and making him a man of shadow. For makeup, he didn’t do too much- some highlighter on his cheeks and eyeliner that made the blue of his eyes extra intense. All together- he looked amazing.

He grinned, flashing his vampire teeth. They popped out of his mouth, falling into the sink.

Well…mostly amazing.

“Damn dollar store teeth!” Chuuya grumbled as he picked up his lost prop, washing them off with a grimace. He couldn’t find any of the good costume teeth- and the custom ones he ordered in the mail weren’t going to be here until the day before the party. These would just have to do.

“Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange?” Dazai’s happy chirp from the living room brought him out of thought. He was working on little pom pom bats for the apartment, the coffee table littered with crafting supplies as The Nightmare Before Christmas played on the TV. “Come with us and you will see, this our town of halloween~”

….Chuuya peeked at himself in the mirror, then back at the room Dazai was in. Then he smiled, a devious grin on his lips. Slowly, he began creeping towards his boyfriend.

~~~

“This is halloween, this is-OUCH!.” Dazai yelped, giving up on singing along as he waved his burnt finger. “How does Chibi do this every year? He probably doesn’t have fingerprints.” Blowing on his finger, he failed to notice the shadow looming behind him. “We can steal so many reese's cups-”

A loud shriek filled the room, a half-finished pom pom bat flying out of his hands as Chuuya’s lips pressed into his neck. “Chibi! What are you-AHEHEHEHE!”

“I’m hungry,” Chuuya growled against his skin, pressing kisses and gentle nibbles against it while Dazai tried squeezing him out, laughing hysterically. “Give me your blood!”

“Aheahhaha! Ahehahahahahhaa! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuhuuya plehahahahhahhase!” The brunette tried to gently push away the other, flailing into the couch with a wobbly smile. “Dohohohon’t, it tihihihihiickles!”

“Tickles huh? Surely you don’t mean this?” Chuuya stuck his hands out without warning, scribbing into Dazai’s ribs as he carried on gently biting him. The taller of the two arched with a loud squeal, falling on his side and bringing Chuuya with him. “Maybe I’ll have ribs for dinner tonight.”

“Bahahhahahharbaquueuueeu? Soohohohohunds good, leheheheht’s hit up thhahhahaht one plahhahahhce!”

“Nah, I want home cooking. I want some nice fatty ribs.” Chuuya dug into Dazai’s middle set with reckless abandon, earning a fresh squeal. “You got some good ones here.”

“Whohohohoho are yoohohohohu cahhahhhahalling fhahahhahaht? Iihihihihim gohohohoohna-AHHH!”

“Gonna what?” Chuuya teased, going for his armpits, making Dazai flop like a fish. “Whatcha gonna do?”

The detective wheezed, too ticklish to even respond. Only when his cheeks were cherry pink and his face hurt did the devious attack end. “Aheheheh…hehhehehehe..yoohohohu’re a teehheheherror!”

“That’s what vampires DO, you dork.” Chuuya flicked him gently before reaching over, grabbing one of the many pom pom bats. “Hey- these aren’t so bad! It’s a tad messy, but no one’s gonna know.”

Dazai was quiet, and for a moment Chuuya wondered if he said something wrong. When he looked back, the brunette was looking at him so fondly, an easy smile on his face. “What?”

“Nothing- it’s just…” Dazai reached up, playing with the loose red locks that fell over Chuuya’s shoulder, twirling them within his fingers. “You look really good right now.”

“Must be my ‘vampiric allure’.” Chuuya snorted, even as his face flushed some, heart racing. He put down the bat and turned to Dazai fully, letting him take it all in. “Looks like I’ve got you under my spell.”

“I am your willing servant.” Dazai grinned, pulling him down and kissing him. It went from sweet and soft to hot and fierce quickly, the brunette pushing off Chuuya’s cape as the redhead worked the buttons of Dazai’s vest. “What about the bats?”

“Screw ‘em. We can finish them later.” Chuuya pushed him fully into the couch, looming over him with a cheeky grin. “Better yet- send them Akutagawa’s way; he and the weretiger can figure it out.”

“I like the way you think.” Dazai snorted, letting himself be kissed again and again.

Thanks for reading!

[raynecos]

Sour Wine (Skk)

Authors Note: Hi! im not expecting anybody to really see or read this seeing as how its my first tumblr post with something of actual substance or content, but i've made the decision to start writing (again), so thats what this blog willl mainly be used for :], i hope you enjoy if you're reading this! -Rayne Credit to my lovely amazing perfect boyfriend for the plot of this fic <3 TWs: Alcoholism, Suicide Part One: Empty Bottles, Part Two: Coffees Only As Bitter As You Let It Be

Chuuya

However much time has passed, Chuuya wouldn’t know. One moment he’s in his penthouse, lighting a cigarette and opening another bottle. Next he’s sitting at a table among many important faces, the names of which he also wouldn’t know. Given he’d never bothered to learn, and why should he? Drowning out the voices just as much as usual, it’s all a jumble, mixed tones mumbling on and on about numbers, kill counts, drug shipments, and the like. “Chuuya, are you listening to me?” He jumps, looking up from the pen in his hand, Mori’s eyes demanding an answer. “Yes sir.” Chuuya responds quickly, adjusting his expression to appear more alert, as the boss's eyes seem to stare daggers into him, and those blades sting. 

Walking out of the dark, emotionless, and weirdly wet room, he truthfully still doesn’t know what it was Mori was saying. If he didn’t get called back into the office then it couldn’t have mattered anyways. After walking out of the building, the route back to his home was simply muscle memory. Drunk drivings a crime, but who cared, he’d already committed plenty. 

The picture on the auburn coffee table stood out more than usual, Dazai standing behind holding Chuuyas hat while the shorter (but definitely still growing) ginger frustratedly reached for it back, the one behind the camera being Akutagawa. The day of that particular picture's events, shortly after hearing the click of the camera, Chuuya’d been told Dazai wanted a humorous photo of them together. “Just in case something happens, you never know with the mafia. Wouldn’t want me gone without a constant reminder to you that I existed.” 

Those words meant something entirely different now.

Chuuya reached over and slammed it face down, not wanting to see that constant reminder, not while he was sober. The sight of the frame taunting him to undo his action, just to see his former partner's face once again. It wasn't the same. It’d never be the same. Three years since he’d lost his best friend, the only person that made life seem actually worth living. Three years since he lost the love of his life, he should’ve said something, anything. Followed him some way or other, he shouldn’t have needed a car to pursue him.

Three bottles in one night, not even close to a new record. 

None of his decisions were his own, his body moving of its own accord, missions and meetings all a blur. Nothing was interesting anymore, nothing about this job was tolerable, he’d even resorted to cheap booze to keep from remembering why he was here in the first place. 

Only recently turned 21 years old, but it’s nothing new. When you’re in the mafia, following drinking laws, or any laws for that matter, isn’t really a priority. Walking through the main building, it’d be much more surprising to not see somebody under the age drinking. Whether that be a 12 year old or someone who’d just turned 18, nobody’s getting through their tasks sober. Didn’t matter if it was training, a mission, or if you got called into Mori’s office to be told you’d look better in a different color tie, getting through a day without a drop of alcohol is far more impressive than any combat techniques or efficiency picking locks. 

Chuuya sighed, leaning back further in his seat, the black leather cold to the touch. His coat strewn across the coffee table, alongside those three empty bottles, one toppled over leaking the leftover drops of blood red wine onto the wood, likely to stain. The only sound filling the deafening silence of the room being the silent tick tick tick of the clock on the wall. Too much room to think, it was frustrating. Just as he began to think ‘One more drink, just one’ a pin dropped. A metaphorical pin however, in reality it was that the phone had begun to ring. Chuuya sat up slowly, eyes heavy, glancing towards his cell phone which he’d thrown onto the kitchen counter when he’d gone to retrieve the last of his wine. Walking closer to the ringing noise, he hardly realized he was swaying slightly, thankfully not toppling over entirely. His body was on autopilot, not really aware of any decisions he was making. Picking up the phone off of the marble counter without a thought about it. 

“What do you want?” Chuuya stated into the phone with an annoyed tone. Caller ID didn’t do shit for him, no idea who was on the other end but whoever it was they had interrupted his (truthfully nonexistent) thoughts, and that’s just rude.

“Shit” responded a familiar voice on the other end, the call ended quickly, knocking Chuuya out of his trance for a moment. “Hello?” he said as he looked down at the screen, only to see he was no longer talking to anyone but himself. “Jesus christ.” he slipped the phone into his pocket, reaching up to the still open cabinet where he’d usually keep his drinks, only to reel his hand back in and find it empty. He’d forgotten he’d finished off his last 19 bottles in the span of that entire week, a skill only a true alcoholic could master. That and drunk driving, because somehow he’d managed not to cause an accident in the past 5 years, and he definitely wasn’t starting now. Because next thing he knew he’d driven down to a liquor store nearby a river running through Yokohama. The water sparkling, reflecting the lights of the nearby streetlamps, the sunset spreading an orange hue across everything. Hardly anybody walking along the sidewalk, a few cars driving by on occasion, likely people on their way home from work.

Chuuya, who’d become slightly more clear-headed since leaving his penthouse, passed by a few pedestrians while walking along the path from his car to the store, then suddenly stopped.

No reasoning for it, just a feeling that he wasn’t sure how to explain. He turned his head, glancing across the area next to him, and there was the explanation, seemingly right in front of him. The brunette he’d spent all his time mourning losing, the man he wished he would have confessed to before he lost his chance. Standing on a slightly elevated platform looking out over the river's water, was Dazai Osamu.

Chuuya’s eyes widened, tears starting to form in the corners of them, he wiped them away before they could block his vision. Before he realized what he was doing, his feet started moving on their own, no regard for any potential oncoming cars, or people minding their business trying to walk by, he started walking fast, quickly breaking out into a run. Trying to get Dazais name out of his mouth but his throat drying up and lips shutting on their own before he had the chance, choking out a string of incoherent sounds as he pushed himself as far ahead as he could go. 

Right as he’d reached that platform, right as he’d gotten closer to his lost friend, suddenly there was nothing in front of him. Dazai had disappeared, right out of thin air, no longer a person standing in front of Chuuya, just empty space. Was he a hallucination? Confusion overwhelmed Chuuya, reality snapped into him for the first time in those three years, like a rubber band being stretched and threatening to break. He looked down at the platform, seeing stones forming the ground into a slight curve, noticing that in the direction that Dazai seemed to be facing there was a small wall formed as a blockade to prevent a fall. And below, the river that not long before he’d been admiring.

Dazai jumped. 

[familiariscanis]

atsushi seeing dazai as a good guy, actually (underneath all the annoying/bizarre antics) is always interesting to me because i think it can come across as naive, sometimes, because we know that dazai is generally a pretty terrible human being with a broken moral compass and a body count in the hundreds so we’re like damn, really atsushi? this guy? 

but atsushi doesn’t have the perspective of the audience, and he hasn’t personally seen that side of dazai. he hasn’t seen how dazai acted to akutagawa how akutagawa acted to kyouka (ah. the cycle of abuse). atsushi knows that dazai is ex-mafia, that he’s capable and willing to do terrible things, but he doesn’t know the specifics or the extent, nor has he seen any of it personally.  

atsushi has never been an altruistic hero. he’s never been determined to save everyone. kunikida told atsushi that the ada weren’t heroes and that they can’t be heroes when he was trying to save kyouka, but atsushi wasn’t really trying to be a hero. he wasn’t driven by some moral need to save people, or even by simple compassion. there was compassion, but part of why atsushi needed to save kyouka was because he saw himself in her. he could not see his own worth in himself, could not see if he had a “right” to live, to exist, to take up space. he saw himself mirrored in kyouka, and he was compelled to rescue her largely because of his own sense of self depended on proving that people like them could get second chances. 

atsushi does not want people to die, but he’s willing to overlook things that people have done in the past if there is a personal connection, if he can relate to them. he sees akutagawa initially simply as violent, as a danger to himself, and responds defensively to akutagawa’s hatred of him, but he only starts to truly dislike him once he realizes his connection with kyouka and sees him as kyouka’s abuser. he didn’t like akutagawa, because he’s obviously not going to like someone who is hacking off his limbs and trying to kill him, but his initial reaction is more fear than hatred. he doesn’t want to fight back, he wants to stay the hell away from this weirdo. after meeting kyouka though, atsushi’s perception shifts. he begins to actively dislike him, and when akutagawa pushes, atsushi has to push back.

it’s only in season 3 when atsushi starts to realize that akutagawa is not too dissimilar from him and that perception shifts. akutagawa is as haunted by dazai as atsushi is by the headmaster. they’ve been able to work together before that, but the way they work together shifts after that revelation from “we’re beating up the same guy and are kind of weirdly in sync accidentally” to actually melding their abilities in an act of trust and intentional cooperation. he tells akutagawa to stop killing people. he might not be able to accept someone who is actively and currently a murderer, but he is able to overlook it if it’s in the past. he did it with kyouka, he did it with akutagawa and he did it with dazai.

this post took something of a detour, but the point is that atsushi sees things through the lens of his own abuse. dazai is a representation of escape from that life of abuse, giving him a place to live and a people to belong to. atsushi’s entire life changed when he pulled dazai from that river. and sure, maybe he’s frequently getting stabbed or having a limb chopped off these days, but he’s also been able to learn how to be more confident, and has started to accept himself and his past and move forward with it. he’s started to accept the tiger and to believe that he does have a right to live, that he does have worth. 

not only that, but dazai tries to be there for atsushi. dazai is not necessarily an empathetic or even sympathetic person, but he’s trying to be good and to be on the side that saves people. he’s the one who finds atsushi when the headmaster is killed, and while he’s not comforting, what he says makes atsushi feel that he has permission to grieve this man who hurt him the way that he needs to. atsushi sees dazai as a decent guy, actually, because dazai is decent to him. it doesn’t matter to him that dazai has killed before, because that’s in the past and it’s disconnected from him. in the here and now, in what atsushi can see, dazai is someone who has helped him. dazai is someone who is on his side, in a way that no adult had ever been in his life.

[sickficideas]

no promises || kunizai sickfic

ao3! 7.4k, mild nsfw/emeto themes - please refer to this link for warnings/tags! request for @potatopersonal on ao3!!

"Is Atsushi -"

"We've got it under control, Dazai. I need you to take this, you're the only one in any real danger here and you know that," Yosano tells him in that scolding mother voice of hers that often reminds him that she's the older one.

She's holding a cup of activated charcoal, something that he's dreadfully familiar with. He's taken it against his will and of his own accord on many occasions through his time with the Port Mafia, and he thinks even once or twice at the Armed Detective Agency, but this time he's not the culprit of his own demise.

He realizes that Yosano isn't going to give in and that she's really asking him to take it right here, right now - so he does like she's asked of him and somehow manages to down the entire cup without a pause.

It always makes him vomit. Every single time, without fail. The texture is so awful, and on top of that, he thinks his body has developed some sort of gag reflex specifically for this substance because he's taken it so many times against his will.

He and Atsushi were both poisoned downstairs at the cafe just about a half hour ago, he thinks. They only noticed because Atsushi started to feel incredibly unwell. Dazai doesn't know if he didn't get hit as hard because he's been poisoned before, or if Atsushi had much more of the poison than he did - either way, he's much more concerned about him.

This has happened before, this exact scenario, back when Dazai was a Port Mafia Executive. He and Akutagawa were both poisoned in the same way, their drinks being spiked. Dazai's health back then was much worse and it took him a lot longer to recover, but Akutagawa was unconscious for two weeks. Dazai thought he would never wake up. He remembers Gin asking him if he was going to die. He can still remember tears in her eyes that he'd never seen before or since then.

He can't believe he's let this happen twice. Why was he so careless?

"Yosano, he's - is he unconscious?" Dazai hardly manages to choke out before he feels the charcoal push its way back up his esophagus. Yosano's well prepared, of course, with a bedpan under his chin just seconds before a gag forces everything to splatter into the pan. He sucks in a breath and groans.

"He's conscious, and I need you to stay with me, too," Yosano says. Dazai can feel himself getting seriously lightheaded, and obviously it's bad enough for Yosano to notice, too. "I need you to take more of it, I'm sorry."

Dazai doesn't know if he can stay conscious. He can see the black creeping into his peripheral and he knows that's a sign that he's losing the battle. He lets Yosano do what she needs to do and he helps her as much as he can in his half-conscious state. He's really trying to fight it. Yosano forces more of the active charcoal down his throat and it bubbles back up in no time at all. Dazai's not even sure where the vomit ended up this time.

“Put me out of my misery,” he chokes out.

“I can’t do that, Dazai, I’m a licensed physician,” she reminds him for the hundredth time. Mori sure didn’t have a problem trying to help him die, but he didn’t care much about the law. He starts wondering if Mori even had a license at all, but his brain starts to fog up, and his eyes unfocus.

He can hear her saying his name. She sounds desperate, but his body is starting to go numb, and he can't respond. He can't fight it anymore.

At least, if he dies, it won't be painful.

But Atsushi -

…

Kunikida hasn't been this stressed in a long time. He's very aware that his presence stresses Yosano out so he's kept himself out of the infirmary and he's been sitting on a stray chair across from the couch. He's trying to stay calm, but he's deeply concerned for Dazai. Yosano reported that he started seizing, which is a bad sign.

Atsushi is sitting on the couch across from Kunikida, his expression looking just as solemn. He's still hooked up to an IV at Yosano's request with how dehydrated he is. He's only just now started to improve after hours of dealing with a raging fever and vomiting - Yosano thinks that his ability is slowly starting to mend his body and allowing the symptoms to subside, with the help of her own ability. She told him to stay out of the infirmary because she had a feeling the smell of the antiseptic was making him feel worse, with his heightened senses.

Dazai doesn't have anything to help him out. No ability to heal himself, and no possibility of Yosano interfering, so they're not even sure if he should be improving at this point.

"Kunikida?" Atsushi starts. His voice sounds hoarse. He coughs a few times to clear his throat.

"He'll be fine. Don't worry. He's always fine," Kunikida tells him, already knowing what he's going to say. He straightens up. "I want you to go home as soon as Kyoka gets here. You need to rest and I know you won't be doing that here."

"But I don't want to go," Atsushi murmurs. His voice sounds wobbly. He's been crying on and off for hours, Kunikida wouldn't be surprised if he started again now, but he's trying to keep him in good spirits.

"I get it, Atsushi. Trust me," he sighs. He pushes his glasses up to the top of his head and rubs at his eyes. "But you need to look after yourself too."

"Will you tell me if something happens?" Atsushi asks quietly.

"Of course I will."

Thankfully, it's not long until Kyoka is back from the medical supply errand she was asked to run for Yosano. She's incredibly worried about Atsushi, it's obvious even for someone who rarely shows strong emotion. He cries into her shoulder for a while, and she lets him. He's so drained, mentally and physically, that no one tries to cheer him up. Kunikida almost hopes that the tears will tire him out and help him sleep.

They all wish Atsushi well before the two of them leave, and not long after, Yosano makes an appearance back in the office, gathering concerned looks from everyone inside. Fukuzawa has appeared, too.

"He's not improving the way I'd like him to," Yosano says quietly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm keeping a close eye on him, but if he needs supplemental care I'll have to send him to a hospital."

Kunikida wastes no time in slipping inside the infirmary to see him as Yosano addresses the rest of the staff. He's at the one closest to the door. Kunikida's heart drops when he sees him.

Dazai's frame looks incredibly small and fragile in the cot like this. It's so rare to see him in such a state. Kunikida would have thought this is the kind of thing Dazai would never ever fall victim to, but he supposes every human lets their guard down. Even superhumans like Dazai.

Kunikida isn't sure if he's unconscious or not, but either way, he's in pain. Kunikida can see it in the way his face is all twisted up, the sweat collecting at his hairline. He wants to do something.

He sits down on the cot right beside his and sighs.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" Kunikida sighs.

An hour or so passes, and Kunikida spends his time completely still at Dazai's bedside, trying to stay out of Yosano's way. Ranpo comes back from a job with the Yokohama police and quickly assures them that the attack on Dazai and Atsushi was an angry client of theirs. Ranpo knows who it is, and he's already on the case - and before long, he leaves to catch him, with Kenji in tow to apprehend him by physical means.

Kunikida was starting to worry it had something to do with Dazai's past at the Port Mafia. That would open a whole new can of worms. This is easy, something they can handle with no issue.

"One of my friends up in Tokyo is a poison specialist. I'll take the sample there and he'll help me create an antidote for him without using any abilities, that way it’ll work on him…" Yosano murmurs. Kunikida heard her mention she already tried ability-based antidotes she’s acquired, just in case there were somehow enough degrees of separation for it to work, but with no luck.

Yosano tells him this with a briefcase in hand and her lab coat, something she doesn't wear as often nowadays, letting him know that she's leaving now.

Yosano gives him a list of ranges for his vital signs to look out for, and any symptoms that could appear that would require a hospital visit.

"Shouldn't you stay with him instead?" Kunikida asks nervously, looking up at her. He's not sure about this. Dazai doesn't seem to be doing well at all, for the only doctor on their staff to leave him. God, his stomach is starting to hurt from the stress. “What if he has another seizure?”

"I trust you. If you think he needs to go to the hospital at any point, do that. Don't ask me first," Yosano says. "I know you'll do what's best for him. He hasn’t seized in at least an hour, so I think that’s over with for now.”

Kunikida bites his lip. He hopes she's right.

…

It’s almost eight o’clock in the evening now, and Dazai has been unconscious since the first time he had a seizure.

He’s stable. His vital signs haven’t changed, he hasn’t had any seizures, and Kunikida has checked in with Yosano a few times. She expects him to wake up soon. Kunikida started working himself up, horrified that Dazai has slipped into some sort of coma, but Yosano doesn’t seem to think that’s a possibility.

“Kenji caught the culprit. He’s been placed in a holding cell until they can prove his guilt,” Ranpo says as he hands Kunikida the report. He’s stopped by to hand it off to Kunikida. Kenji has already gone home.

“They didn’t take your word for it?” Kunikida asks, half joking as he thumbs through the pages. Ranpo doesn’t do a very good job at filling these out, so Kunikida usually has to fix most of it for him.

“The guy’s a cop, of course. So they’re protecting him,” Ranpo grumbles, mildly annoyed. “Sounds like he was after Dazai specifically. Couldn’t give me a solid reason, but I know he’s been a client before. He knows something about Dazai’s…previous job. I’m sure.”

Kunikida bites his lip. As long as the guy is behind bars.

“How is he?” Ranpo asks. “Stable?”

“Yeah. Yosano isn’t too worried about him getting worse too quickly,” Kunikida mumbles, “but he’s not getting better.”

“Be careful with him. You know how he gets around Yosano when he’s not in his right mind,” Ranpo warns, and that’s the last thing he says to him before he waves him off and leaves the Agency.

Kunikida finds himself standing at that front door, staring at the report cover, thinking about what Ranpo said. It’s only happened once - Yosano was trying to treat Dazai after he collapsed from a high fever, but he wouldn’t let Yosano touch him. It was the most hysteric that Kunikida has ever seen him. They weren’t sure what was going on, but obviously, Yosano specifically reminded him of someone from his past.

He's pulled out of his thoughts for a moment when he hears something fall.

He tosses the report on his desk and almost sprints over to where the sound came from, certain Dazai is the source of it. He turns into the infirmary and Dazai is crumpled on the floor, turned into himself, arms shaking and breath hitching. The fluid stand is on the floor beside him.

"Dazai, what the hell?" Kunikida starts, carefully kneeling down beside him. He reaches out to touch his cheek. His skin hot to the touch. Kunikida knew he was running a fever, but this seems much worse than before. He curses under his breath.

"Where is…where…" Dazai murmurs. His eyes are dark and unfocused as he tries to force himself off the floor. His arms are hardly support his weight. He’s shivering, Kunikida thinks, but he’s not sure if it’s from the fever, or from fear. His eyes meet Kunikida’s once he’s at level with him, but his expression doesn’t change.

"You shouldn't have gotten up, what are you doing?" Kunikida chides nervously. Dazai can't answer, and he pulls himself out of Kunikida’s way fast enough to vomit on the tile floor instead of his vest.

Kunikida curses to himself. It's just a splatter of bile and activated charcoal, it looks like, but he doesn't know if it's good that he's still throwing up like this. Dazai’s breath hitches and he gags again, this time, only spitting up saliva.

Kunikida reaches forward to touch him, to offer him a comforting hand or something, but the second he does, Dazai whips his head around with eyes wider than he's ever seen them.

He looks scared. Why on earth would he be scared? He didn’t look like this a minute ago, but Kunikida quickly recognizes this as the look from the time Ranpo referenced earlier.

Dazai scrambles to get away from him, he rips the IV that was somehow still attached out of his arm and somehow manages to stand himself up, but one wrong move has him crumpled on the floor again, right after his head made contact with the metal framing of the cot he was using for support. Kunikida is trying to keep his cool. He's only seen Dazai like this once before, he doesn't know what to do. Does he need to call an ambulance? Should he call Yosano?

"Dazai," Kunikida says, biting his lip to keep his cool. He stands up to get on the other side of him. He needs to get him back in bed, but the moment he touches his arm, Dazai flinches so hard that Kunikida is almost worried he'll hurt himself. He's sure he hears him whimper. God, his heart aches. 

"Don't," Dazai mumbles. He's shaking, and his voice shakes with him as he turns his head away. Kunikida doesn't know what's gotten into him. He wonders if his fever has gotten so high that he's hallucinating.

"Dazai, it's Kunikida," he tells him quietly, tightening his grip on his arm. He needs him back to reality.

Miraculously, Dazai stops trying to get away.

Kunikida doesn't waste any time. He scoops him up into his arms and carries him back to the cot he was in earlier. He tries to lay him down, but Dazai's gripping onto his shirt, refusing to let go.

Kunikida takes his head and tucks it under his chin. He lets out a shaky breath. If Dazai wasn’t so out of it, he’d give him a talking-to about how much he scared him.

"Where…" he murmurs into Kunikida’s chest, still holding on.

"You're in the infirmary," Kunikida tells him. He almost wonders how Ranpo could have guessed this would happen, but of course it did. "At the Armed Detective Agency."

He feels him relax in his hold, just enough to let Kunikida worry a little less.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m sorry,” Kunikida says quietly, holding him a little closer. He can’t imagine waking up in a hospital cot by himself like that, in the dark infirmary. No wonder he was so freaked out, especially with that fever - Kunikida has concerns that Dazai’s fear just now was more deeply rooted in something else entirely, something that Kunikida will likely never be able to get him to admit.

Kunikida holds him like that for a while and Dazai starts to breathe normally. He’s not shaking as much, but he feels him shiver every now and then, and after long enough, Dazai barely manages to pull out of Kunikida’s hold to gag, and bring up more activated charcoal onto the bed sheets. He coughs a few times, but nothing else comes up.

Kunikida sighs. Of course, he can’t help it. Thankfully there’s plenty of other cots in here, so Kunikida decides he’ll move him to the next one. “Can I pick you up again?” Kunikida asks.

Dazai’s frame melts back into Kunikida’s hold to tell him yes with a whimper, and Kunikida scoops him up to lay him down on the other cot. This is probably better anyway, fresh cool sheets ought to do him some good.

Kunikida takes a comforter from a different cot to lay over Dazai, and he’s realized too late that his arm is still bleeding from where he pulled out the IV - not much, but enough to leave marks. He rummages through the supply drawers beside the cot to grab some gauze and wrap to wrap it up, at least, and as he carefully pulls it around Dazai’s arm, he sees his head tilt in his direction.

"Is Atsushi okay?" he asks, almost sounding out of breath at the effort it took him to say it. Kunikida is beyond relieved to hear him speaking coherently.

"He's fine, Dazai. He's home with Kyoka and she'll let us know if anything goes wrong," Kunikida assures as he closes the wrap. "Worry about yourself, for once."

Dazai doesn't seem like he's going to take that into consideration even remotely. Atsushi at least listened to reason.

Kunikida needs to place another IV for fluids. He’s been vomiting so much that there’s simply not another option - he highly doubts he can get him to drink any water. The problem is that Dazai hates needles, at least when anyone else is using them on him in this kind of setting. Kunikida has seen him refuse fluids at hospitals before because of it. Kunikida isn’t sure if it’s just a general dislike or if it stems from trauma, since Dazai is whiney about most things, but he’s afraid of making things worse right now.

“I have to put another IV in,” Kunikida tells him, a hand wrapped around his wrist where he just wrapped up his arm.

“No,” Dazai whines, childishly turning his head away.

“I have to, Dazai. You’re still throwing up, you’re dehydrated,” Kunikida tells him. “And I know you won’t be able to keep water down.”

Dazai doesn’t turn his head back, but he makes no effort in trying to pull his arm away, either. He thinks he realizes he can’t avoid it.

“Is it okay if I take some of your bandages off?” Kunikida asks.

“Use the top of my hand,” Dazai murmurs, his head still turned away from Kunikida.

Kunikida stands up to gather what he needs - he’s done this enough times to know how to on his own, thankfully. While he’s up he decides to wet a cloth for Dazai’s forehead, hoping that will help distract him.

He brushes Dazai’s hair out of his face, and his dark eyes peer up at him with emotions that Kunikida can’t quite read. His hairline is damp from sweat. He lays his hand over his forehead again and frowns before he lays the washcloth over his burning forehead, and he shivers, but relaxes just a bit once he gets used to the feeling.

He pulls up a chair on the other side of the cot and turns on the lamp to get started. “Can you make a fist for me?”

Dazai obliges. His head turns up and his eyes are glued to the ceiling, looking for something else to focus on. Kunikida takes note of how his breaths quicken, just a bit. Kunikida needs to distract him.

"You seem familiar with this situation. Am I correct?" Kunikida asks. Kunikida was at the cafe with them when it happened. Dazai shouted for someone to get Yosano as soon as Atsushi said he felt nauseous because it was far too soon after he complained of the taste of the tea. Dazai had his fingers down the poor kid’s throat to get him to vomit before Kunikida could even piece together what was happening. He’s been wondering if this happened to him before.

"Mhm," Dazai mumbles after taking in a sharp breath.

"So this has happened to you before," Kunikida says.

"Mhm," Dazai nods. At first, Kunikida thinks he's just going to drop it, because even though Kunikida knows about Dazai's past now, he's still not any more open to sharing the details. "Almost…this exact scenario. With me, and…my subordinate."

"Yeah? Someone spiked your drinks?" Kunikida asks, making sure he has good placement before he uses the needle.

"Mhm," Dazai mumbles. "My subordinate was…he was unconscious for two…three? Two weeks, I think."

Kunikida wasn't aware he had any direct subordinates, but he supposes it makes sense, given Dazai's rank as an executive. It's so strange how he's never mentioned anything even remotely alluding to their existence. He uses that brief moment to stick Dazai, and he flinches, but manages to keep his arm still enough to not pull anything out. “Good. Good job, that part’s over.”

“I hate those things,” Dazai murmurs feverishly. His breaths have gotten a bit faster now, and Kunikida makes a mental note to remind himself he still has to get him hooked up to the monitoring machines again.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Kunikida says gently as he starts to dress Dazai’s hand. He wants to comfort him, somehow, but he thinks the best thing to do for someone like Dazai is a distraction. "How long ago did it happen? Long time ago?”

Somehow, turning the conversation back around to the previous topic has worked a bit. Dazai focuses back on that. "Yeah, must've been…sixteen, I think."

"You had subordinates at sixteen?" Kunikida huffs, looking up at him for a brief moment. "How old were they?"

"He was…fourteen, I think," he breathes out. Kunikida bites his lip. He knew that the mafia recruited a lot of their members very young, after all, Kyoka stands to show that.

"You recruited him?" Kunikida says. It’s hard to imagine. Kunikida almost wonders if he’s joking, but he doesn’t have the energy for that right now. "A fourteen-year-old."

"I did," Dazai admits.

"Still alive?" Kunikida asks.

"Mhm. You've met him," Dazai says turning his head back towards him. Kunikida reaches forward with his free hand to readjust the washcloth on his head, as it’s started to slip.

Well, now Kunikida's intrigued. He keeps eye contact. "Who? That redhead?"

Dazai scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Hell no."

"Then who?"

"C'mon, guess,” Dazai says, Apparently, he’s gathered enough energy to mess him with. Kunikida will take it, it’s a good sign.

"I have no clue, Dazai. Tell me," Kunikida huffs, exasperated. He turns his attention back to dressing the IV catheter on Dazai’s hand, which he’s almost finished with. "I don't even know that many Port Mafia dogs by name. Akutagawa is the only one I can think of."

Dazai tilts his head to the side with a cheeky grin. The washcloth starts to slide down his face.

"You're kidding,” Kunikida blinks, reaching back up to fix it. “Stop moving so much.”

"Not kidding."

"You've known him the whole time?" Kunikida exclaims. He feels like he should be angry, but somehow it makes sense. Dazai always seemed a little too eager to brush off any mention of the so-called Hellhound of the Port Mafia. Kunikida thinks he even recalls Dazai slipping up and mentioning a detail about him that none of the rest of them knew, but that memory was lost to him until now.

"I couldn't tell you I knew him. That'd give me away," Dazai shrugs, this time, seemingly making an effort to keep his head still.

"Your information would've been helpful, though," Kunikida grumbles, attaching the line to Dazai’s hand to get the fluids going.

"You knew everything you needed to know. He's a Port Mafia attack dog and he'll kill anything he sees," Dazai says incredibly casually.

"And you've known him since he was fourteen, huh?" Kunikida asks, sitting back in the chair as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Dazai's expression changes, but it's an emotion that Kunikida doesn't quite recognize. "Mhm."

Kunikida can't really fathom any of this. A sixteen-year-old Dazai with a fourteen-year-old Akutagawa is just something his brain can't even picture - both of them younger than even Atsushi is now. Dazai having any connection to someone as cold-blooded as Akutagawa doesn't make any sense to him.

When he looks over at Dazai again, his eyes are lost. He's somewhere else. Kunikida doesn't know what life was like for him in the Port Mafia, but it can't have been good. He was already a major alcoholic by the time he joined the Detective Agency, and Kunikida still remembers the shiver that ran up his spine when he saw how thin he was under his clothes. He still doesn't eat meals regularly out of habit, it's something that Kunikida almost has to force on him, but he’s gotten much better about it.

Whatever happened to him damaged him much more than anything Kunikida could ever hope to fix on his own.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida asks him.

Dazai lifts his head with wide eyes like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Huh? Oh, yeah."

“Let me get your temperature,” Kunikida says, taking the thermometer from the drawer out of the case. He sticks it under Dazai’s tongue for a few seconds and it ends up reading 102.3. That’s not horrible, but it isn’t good, either.

He looks back in Dazai’s direction to find that look in his eyes again, but this time, some of the color has started to drain from his face, and he notices him swallow thickly.

"You look nauseous," Kunikida comments.

"Uh-huh," Dazai mumbles. He burps into a closed fist and groans. "Need the pan."

Kunikida feels awful for him. Yosano couldn't give him a thing for his nausea because vomiting would actually help his specific situation according to what Yosano gathered, so he's probably been feeling horribly nauseous this entire time. Kunikida doesn’t see a bedpan in the drawer so he takes the trash bin and holds it under Dazai’s chin as he tries to sit himself up with a whine.

He spits into it, saliva getting caught on the sides as he huffs out breaths. He lays a hand over his stomach and groans. “Ugh…”

"Empty?" Kunikida asks. He can’t imagine he has much left in his stomach.

"No," Dazai breathes out, to Kunikida’s surprise, "won't come up."

Kunikida sighs. Of course. "Want me to help you?"

"Please," Dazai whines. He burps, and it sounds wet, but all that drips from his lips is saliva. "I suck at doing it myself, I… hrruk -"

A gag that brings up nothing, and Kunikida realizes he really will need help.

He's done this before. He's probably a pro at preventing overdoses because of Dazai, but this here isn't a life-or-death situation, at least.

He doesn't bother with gloves because he knows he'll wash his hands regardless, and he slips a hand past Dazai's saliva-coated lips, his other hand on the back of Dazai's neck to make sure he doesn't jolt back when his hand gets back far enough.

His mouth is warm, the insides of his cheeks are so soft. He’s trying to ignore the thought, but Dazai looks hot like this. His eyes red and tired, lips wet and almost swollen, cheeks flushed. Kunikida feels something he shouldn't in that moment, and he gets far enough back without realizing, and hot vomit spills over his hand without much warning.

It's not much. It's water and charcoal and bits of whatever is left in his stomach from lunch dripping down Kunikida’s hand and into the bin. Dazai whines and spits the bits left in his mouth into the bin. He breathes heavily over it and Kunikida haphazardly covers his hand in a layer of paper towels to avoid dripping Dazai’s stomach contents onto the floor on his way over to the sink, but he stays for a moment to make sure Dazai’s okay.

“Hurts,” Dazai groans. He burps over the bin, but of course, nothing comes up. He lays back but he holds onto the bin.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Kunikida sighs. He wishes he could do more to help him. “Will you be okay by yourself for a second?”

“Uh-huh,” Dazai murmurs, leaning back and pressing his hand against his stomach.

Kunikida remembers there’s a splatter of puke on the floor and on the cot Dazai was previously resting on that he needs to clean, but right now, he’s not keen on leaving Dazai out of his sight for too long. He washes his hands a bit longer than he needs to, and looks over his shoulder to check on Dazai one too many times - he hears him burp and gag a few times, but once Kunikida is on the way back to him, he’s laid back all the way, eyes screwed shut and breaths heavy.

Kunikida places the bin back on the floor as he sits in the chair again. He looks over the fluid stand and Dazai’s hand to make sure everything is still properly attached before he leans forward to flip over the washcloth on his warm forehead. “I’ll check with Yosano to see if there’s anything I can give you for that fever.”

“I just want my stomach to stop hurting,” Dazai whines, but he really sounds like he’s in pain.

“I know, Dazai,” Kunikida sighs, Yosano already told him that will have to wait until he gets an antidote. “Maybe we -”

“Can you…can you check on Atsushi for me?” Dazai asks, forcing his eyes open to look over at Kunikida. Kunikida finds it a bit out of nowhere. “Please.”

“I can do that,” Kunikida says. He hasn’t heard from Kyoka. Junichiro texted Kunikida a while ago to let him know he and Naomi would check in with the two of them occasionally to make sure they were doing okay, but that was all. He pulls out his phone and dials Kyoka’s number.

“Hello?” she answers nervously.

“Don’t worry. I’m just calling to make sure everything’s okay,” Kunikida says. He lowers his phone and puts it on speaker for Dazai to hear. “How’s Atsushi doing?”

“Kunikida? Is that you?” It’s Junichiro’s voice. He hears some shuffling, and suddenly Junichiro’s voice is much clearer. “Kyoka had to knock him out a little bit ago. He couldn’t sleep ‘cause he was so anxious. He was making himself sick.”

Kunikida’s shoulders sink. “Anxious about what?”

“He’s worried about Dazai,” Junichiro says a little more quietly, and Kunikida watches Dazai tense up in his peripheral. “We kept telling him he’d be okay. And you said you’d call if something went wrong, but…we had to use the last resort.”

Kunikida bites his lip as Dazai turns his head away.

“But I think it was good for him. He’s been sleeping well since then, maybe we should’ve knocked him out sooner,” Junichiro half-jokes. “Is Dazai doing okay? We’re worried too.”

“He’s doing fine,” Kunikida tells them. He doesn’t want to lie and say he’s better, but telling them how he’s really feeling will only worry them more. “Nobody needs to worry. We have everything under control and they’ll both be good as new once Yosano gets ahold of that antidote.”

They exchange a few more words before Junichiro tells him they should get to sleep too, and Kunikida realizes he’s probably in the same boat as Atsushi - he won’t be able to sleep in favor of worrying about Dazai, but he can’t sleep even if he wanted to. He has to make sure he stays stable until Yosano gets back.

Once he hangs up, Kunikida reaches to lay a hand over Dazai’s arm, but the way he’s breathing - so calmly - tells Kunikida that he’s fallen asleep. Kunikida almost has to wonder if he was getting himself that worked up over Atsushi in his fevered brain.

Kunikida gets him hooked back up to all of the necessary monitors while Dazai drifts off into a deeper sleep, and he changes the washcloth on his forehead, too. He looks so much more relaxed. His eyes aren’t screwed shut so tightly. He looks like he might actually get some good rest.

Kunikida presses a kiss up to his forehead before he changes the washcloth, and he sits back in the chair beside Dazai’s cot as he cracks open the report and gets back to work.

…

The rest of the night went by more smoothly than Kunikida could have asked for. He’s usually not a fan of pulling all-nighters like that, but he got caught up on the work he missed through yesterday’s situation. And even better, Dazai slept through the night.

“I have to pee,” Dazai mumbles as soon as he wakes up. The staff have started to file back into the building, Kunikida can hear it from across the hall, and the light has started to spill through the windows back into the infirmary.

Kunikida sits beside him on the cot to help him up, making sure Dazai doesn’t have any room to do another sprint across the infirmary like last night. He’s looking better, but he’s downright exhausted, shown in the dark circles under his eyes. It’s still obvious he doesn’t feel good.

“You won’t carry me?” Dazai pouts.

“Do you need me to? Or do you want me to carry you?” Kunikida huffs as he snakes an arm around his waist to help him up on his feet. His legs are still a bit wobbly, but he gets his footing, and uses the fluid stand pole for support.

“Want, need? What’s the difference?” Dazai complains with a dramatic sigh. He can tell he’s feeling better with how absurd he’s acting, but his fever is still there, Kunikida can feel it on his skin. “I want you. It’s that kinda sexier than saying I need you?”

Kunikida keeps a hand on his back as he leads him over to the restroom. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hehe. Love you too,” Dazai jokes.

Kunikida makes sure he doesn’t need help going to the bathroom before he closes the door, and he busies himself with changing the sweat-dampened sheets on Dazai’s cot while he waits.

He’s surprised to see Atsushi standing in the doorway, looking horrified to see the cot empty.

“Relax, he’s just in the bathroom,” Kunikida says, dropping what he’s doing to meet Atsushi at the entrance, but the deep concern doesn’t leave his eyes. “What are you doing here, Atsushi?”

"Is he still not doing well?" Atsushi murmurs nervously.

"He's improved," Kunikida assures him with a hand on his shoulder, "You look much better. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Atsushi tells him. Kunikida won't take his word for it, he's not usually very honest about this kind of thing. He looks better than he did yesterday, but he can tell just by looking at him that he's nauseous with anxiety, just like Junichiro described last night. He takes note of the way he's breathing through his mouth instead of his nose to avoid the antiseptic smell.

"Don't worry about him so much. He's survived worse, hasn't he?" Kunikida reminds him with a chiding sigh, regardless of the fact that he's just as concerned. He can't pass those feelings on to Atsushi, especially knowing they had to knock him out last night to get him to sleep.

"I guess so," Atsushi murmurs.

"Who told you to come in today? You should still be resting," Kunikida tells him. He knows Atsushi came of his own accord. He’s here much earlier than detectives usually need to be - he probably snuck out.

"Um…well, no one, I just…I just wanted to make sure he wasn't…" Atsushi mumbles.

"I'll call you if something's the matter. Go back home, no one needs you sitting around here with how you’re feeling," he sighs, landing a hand on Atsushi’s back and walking outside of the infirmary with him.

Atsushi doesn't seem to be paying attention entirely, and Kunikida almost starts to scold him for not listening before he realizes that he's lost a lot of color in his face, enough to make him think he's about to throw up. Atsushi is much more aware of it than Kunikida, obviously and he bolts for the trash bin right inside of the infirmary to retch and gag once or twice before vomit spills past his lips. He’s shaking, breathing hard and clearly anxious, but thankfully, he seems to have only needed to vomit once. Even so, he coughs and forces a burp or two just to make sure.

He crouches down in front of the bin and leans his head against it, still visibly shaking. He's not in nearly as rough shape as he was yesterday regarding this. Atsushi doesn't seem to mind other people throwing up at all, but if it's himself, he almost makes himself even more sick with anxiety. Yesterday he was too out of it to really take in what was happening, but now he's fully lucid.

"I guess - this whole thing is a, uh…a good way to get - get over this," Atsushi stammers between shaky breaths, of course, still trying to keep a positive attitude. Kunikida can hear his breathing patterns start to get erratic with panic, and he hears him attempt to swallow back a gag.

"I'll be right back. Stay here,” he tells him after patting his back and heading back for the Agency Office, where Junichiro has since appeared with his sister.

"Tanizaki, can you take Atsushi home?" Kunikida asks. Normally he wouldn't bother a detective with a task like this, but he'd rather Atsushi be with someone familiar while he's feeling so anxious.

"Did he show up? With how he’s feeling?" Tanizaki asks, concern already washing over his face as he gets up from his desk. Kunikida assumes he and Naomi went home after Atsushi fell asleep. "He's still sick?"

"I think part of it might be nerves now. I don't need him hanging around and worrying about Dazai," Kunikida says, and Junichiro follows him back out into the hallway.

Atsushi is sitting against the doorframe with his knees pulled up tight against his chest and his head on his knees, mumbling something to himself.

"Hey, Atsushi, let's get you downstairs, yeah? You should go home and take days off when you can get them," Junichiro tells him gently as he crouches beside him. Atsushi seems to have given up on his image entirely as he leans into Junichiro. The latter's brow twists with concern and he brings him into a hug, and Kunikida quickly realizes that Atsushi’s crying. "I know. You'll both be okay soon. I'll see if Yosano can get you something to settle your stomach when she gets back, okay?"

"Kay," he mumbles into Junichiro's shoulder.

"Good. I know you hate it, but you're doing a good job," Junichiro tells him in a gentle voice that Kunikida doesn't think he'd be able to pull off. He ruffles his hair fondly. "You know how seasick I get, right? You're handling this way better than I do."

"I am…?" Atsushi murmurs, lifting his head just a bit.

"For sure."

Junichiro is much better at this than Kunikida is in general.

Kunikida waves both of them off as Junichiro leads him back to the elevator, continuing to talk to him gently, and Kunikida shakes off his concern for Atsushi as he notices his shoulders relax before they disappear behind the elevator doors.

Kunikida walks back into the infirmary and stops in the doorway to find Dazai peeking out of the bathroom like he’s checking if the coast is clear.

"What'd you do to that kid to make him worry so much, huh?" Kunikida sighs.

"Beats me," Dazai half-chuckles, clutching onto the IV pole as he walks out of the bathroom, looking less wobbly than before, but Kunikida still meets him to walk him back to his cot. Kunikida can see the hint of concern in his eyes, but Dazai doesn’t show it for long. "He went home?"

"He did," says.

"Hope he won’t be that upset when I finally end it all,” Dazai says, singing the words at the end.

“Well, he will, and so will everyone else, so go ahead and cancel your plans now,” Kunikida grumbles when they make it to the cot. He’s bewildered by Dazai’s audacity to say things like that sometimes, but he thinks he’s so disconnected from the reality of it that he just doesn’t understand. “You’re still dizzy.”

He observes that when he lowers him back down to the cot and Dazai’s head bobs a bit, just before he lays him back down. He’s not so pale anymore, thankfully.

“‘S not a big deal,” Dazai says. His head sinks back into the pillow, and he’s relaxed, Kunikida thinks. He’s not as tense as usual.

"Yosano should be back soon," Kunikida tells him. “She texted me earlier.”

"Mm," Dazai hums as his eyes start to fall shut again.

Kunikida lays a hand over Dazai's cheek. He's still warm, but he thinks his fever has gone down a bit. He’s hoping he’ll get the clear to get Dazai to eat something once Yosano is back. Kunikida probably needs to grab breakfast for himself, too.

"What'd I do to you?" Dazai suddenly asks with a dry, one-note laugh, just as soon as Kunikida takes his hand back.

Kunikida feels his ears get hot. "What do you mean?"

"You're more worried than Atsushi is," Dazai tells him with a little chuckle, thoroughly amused. "And you know how hard it is to kill me."

"I'm not worried," Kunikida scoffs. “Just making sure you don’t die. Do you know how annoying that paperwork would be? I have to pick up enough of your slack as it is.”

“Sure, Kunikida, whatever you say,” Dazai giggles to himself, “You love me. You took such good care of me and you’re so worried about me you can barely stand it.”

“Fine,” Kunikida grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. His face is red beyond belief, he’s sure.

“Say it back!” Dazai whines.

“You didn’t say you love me!” Kunikida shouts back at him with a groan. “How do you think this works, you idiot?!”

“But I do,” Dazai claims. His eyes soften, but there’s still a hint of that cheeky grin left on his lips. “I love you, Kunikida.”

He almost sounds sincere. “Fine. Fine, I love you too.”

Dazai looks incredibly accomplished, meanwhile, Kunikida wishes he could duck his head underwater. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Go back to sleep. You’re so annoying,” Kunikida grumbles, “you’re sure not acting like you were poisoned yesterday.”

“Aw, that’s mean, Kunikida. I still don’t feel good,” Dazai whines, and even though he’s just using it as leverage, Kunikida feels guilty, because it’s obvious he doesn’t feel good. “Will you lay with me?”

“Not a chance, Dazai. I’m not risking falling asleep and Yosano walking in,” Kunikida grumbles, rubbing his eyes as he slides his glass up on top of his head. His lack of sleep is starting to catch up with him.

“Aww, please? You’re tired. And I need comfort. It’s a win-win,” Dazai explains, but Kunikida shakes his head at him.

“I can comfort you from here,” Kunikida tells him. He takes his hand and squeezes it a little tighter than normal. He’s so thankful Dazai’s doing better. He’s not sure what he would have done if he took a turn for the worse. “I’ll lay with you tonight when we go home.”

“Your place?” Dazai asks.

“Pretty sure yours is a mess,” Kunikida confirms. He reaches forward to brush his fingers through Dazai’s soft curls, still damp with sweat at the roots. Dazai lets his eyes fall shut. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

“Mmm…no promises,” Dazai says quietly, and Kunikida squeezes his hand one more time as a reminder. Dazai may not be able to make that promise, but Kunikida will be there with him every time. He leans forward to press a kiss on his warm, flushed cheek.

And of course, despite his efforts to avoid getting caught, he hears Yosano’s voice, already giggling.

“Kunikida?”

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To adapt is to survive. Atsushi knows this. He can’t remember a moment in his life when he hasn’t clung tooth and nail to any slight chance of survival.

The room is completely dark. In the corner he catches a glimpse of the silhouette of a dead man, his only visible eye fixed on him, his red scarf standing out in the shadows.

The ghost of Osamu Dazai rests in the back of his memory. From time to time he makes an appearance in his field of vision, sporting the same appearance he wore the last time he saw him. Atsushi, trying to muster enough strength to look away, tells himself that he had to adapt to worse.

He tries to let that be a consolation. It isn’t.

He straightens up on the futon, inhaling deeply, and remembers all the times Mori advised him to be honest with him. Something about him being a doctor, something about being there to help him. Atsushi is very sorry for him, if his good intentions are genuine, but he’s had enough of people trying to help him.

Akutagawa stirs at his side, wrinkling his nose, but gives no sign of waking up. There is a short pause before Atsushi manages to get up.

You shouldn’t be here, he hears in his head, and the voice sounds strangely improper, strangely familiar. Atsushi doesn’t manage to hold back the urge to look in the direction of where Dazai was standing.

He’s still there.

It’s funny, really, that he insists on telling him things he already knows. Of course he shouldn’t be here. He has thought about it before. He has told Akutagawa, too, who does nothing but belittle any attempt Atsushi makes to put some distance between them. With every backward step he tries to take, Akutagawa pulls him back, and he fails to put all his energy into the tug-of-war. He’d like to pretend it’s simple resignation, but he doesn’t want to pull away, not really, even if he knows it’s dangerous. Even if he knows he has a beast living under his skin, a tiger always bloodthirsty, always hungry for enemy flesh—and when you’ve lived defensively all your life, anyone can be an enemy.

He watches Akutagawa’s sleeping figure. The other’s futon is just inches away from his own. He remembers when he saw Akutagawa again, months after it was all over, how he thought that the effort he had made to make the meeting possible was nothing more than the whim of someone who was trying to be good, but hadn’t quite figured out how.

And yet.

He creeps in the direction of the kitchen. The apartment assigned to Akutagawa by the Agency is small, Atsushi doesn’t have many places to run away to, and he doesn’t want to risk going out for air and running into a member of the Agency. It’s unlikely, considering it’s the middle of the night, but he’s never been known for his good luck. The last thing he needs right now is another human presence. He doesn’t think he could be cordial even if he tried, and the only one who knows how to tolerate his nervous outbursts is the one in this room. Serves him right, moreover, for insisting on having him here.

He sits down on the floor in a corner and hugs his legs. He counts the seconds by following the ticking clock and makes a point of ignoring the knife rack resting on the counter. He brings a hand to his neck instead, fingers stroking part of the huge scar that covers the area where his collar used to be.

Tick-tock. There is a rustle of clothes.

Tick-tock. He can’t see it, but it feels as if Dazai has decided to sit next to him.

Actually, Dazai has never left his side.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts his head with a jolt and tenses. He doesn’t know what he expected to find. He doesn’t know why he expected anything instead of Akutagawa, if Akutagawa is the only reasonable option.

He doesn’t respond. Akutagawa kneels in front of him, wearing his pajamas, not bothering to put on his coat. The image breaks Atsushi’s heart a little. I’m dangerous, he thinks. I could eat you alive.

He’s not sure what he would do if that were to happen—if he were to lose consciousness and, upon awakening, all that remains of Akutagawa is the blood on his hands and portions of his body, muscle and bone everywhere.

Akutagawa is not his enemy. Does the tiger know it, or for it any wound received is worthy of compensation? Does the tiger know of remorse and forgiveness, if Atsushi has excused every wound he has ever given him? Does it understand, or for it someone who is an enemy once is an enemy forever?

He lowers his gaze. He digs his nails into his neck and scratches, searching for even the slightest hint of the pain he was used to, that kept the tiger in line. He looks at the knives on the counter. He bites the tip of his tongue.

Akutagawa reaches up with one hand to take the other’s and pulls it away from his neck, and with the other he strokes the scar area so gently that Atsushi, despite his reservations, melts under his touch.

(He remembers the night he removed the collar with Akutagawa’s help.

It was bloody, uncomfortable, tragic. Atsushi feared he would lose control and kill him. Akutagawa trusted him not to do so, as if he was more than just a boy with a beast living inside him that he often fails to keep under control. As if he was worthy of his trust, after all.

It was painful and it was unrewarding. He didn’t rejoice in his newfound ability to make decisions for himself, didn’t rejoice that he no longer had to deal with the constant effort—put it back on, he would say, and Akutagawa would watch the collar as if debating whether he should listen to him. Put it back on. Put it back on. Put it back—

He didn't, though. He gave it to him—I'm not harming you any more. Looking at the collar, Atsushi knew he didn't really want it back.

That didn't make him regret the choice any less.)

He has not harmed Akutagawa or anyone else, as far as he knows. Sometimes he fears falling asleep at night and waking up in an unfamiliar place with the metallic taste of blood permeating his mouth. Sometimes he dreams that he bites off Akutagawa’s throat and he smiles before he dies.

It hasn’t been many nights since he took off the collar. It’s been even fewer nights since he lets Akutagawa convince him to sleep outside the closet when he comes to spend the night here.

It’s not the first night Akutagawa has woken up in the wee hours of the morning only to find him in misery.

“’M sorry,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.

Akutagawa hums. “What woke you up?”

To wake up he should have fallen asleep first, but he decides to answer:

“I thought I saw—I thought there was something there.”

Akutagawa strokes the skin of his neck with his thumb. It’s a barely perceptible gesture, but it’s enough to make him relax a little.

“What thing?” he asks.

Atsushi hesitates whether answering would be reasonable, whether that part of himself is worth exposing. Dazai’s presence is so strong in his life that it colors every decision he makes, every word he says, and Akutagawa has enough to bear because of him. Because of both of them.

“Someone,” he whispers. “They’re not there, though. I know they’re not.”

He opens his eyes and meets Akutagawa’s gaze fixed on him. He purses his lips, sighing, as Akutagawa continues to caress his skin tenderly, as if he deserves anything but brutality, as if he’s worthy of having a safe space like this by his side.

Akutagawa is too forgiving.

"Was it him?" he supposes.

Of course. Who else could be haunting him, if not Dazai himself? Who else?

Atsushi shrinks back a little, nodding, and clings to his own legs.

Akutagawa brings his other hand up and puts it against his cheek. His expression remains blank except for the slight frown, concern present in his gaze.

He relaxes his expression immediately, pulling his hand away from Atsushi’s neck to place it on his other cheek, and holds his face firmly between both hands.

“You’re alright now. You’re safe. You’re aware of that, aren’t you?”

He’s still trying to convince himself of the truth of those words. He fears that he will never be safe, as long as he has a tiger making its abode under his skin.

Right now, though...

“Yeah,” he whispers softly, losing himself in Akutagawa’s eyes. 

He tilts his head slightly, sighing to relax. Dazai is still there, somewhere, but he focuses on Akutagawa. Akutagawa, who is real, is there. Akutagawa, who trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him even when they’ve only recently started being cordial with each other, much less recently stopped fighting every time one opens his mouth. Akutagawa, who could’ve chosen to only see him as an enemy, but has decided he deserves the chance to be something more.

Atsushi has yet to convince himself that he’s right.

“Yeah. I know.”

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Inside Jokes and the Consequences that Follow - Chapter 1

Hello! I hope y'all enjoy this first chapter to Inside Jokes and the Consequences that Follow, featuring Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Higuchi Ichiyo crushing over you. Please read the note in the masterlist for this series because it explains a few things! But thank you for giving this a read :) The perspective throughout the story is Akutagawa's and Higuchi's unless stated otherwise!

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Chapter 1: Akutagawa is a Secret Dork

Akutagawa Ryunosuke x fem!Reader x Higuchi Ichiyo Warnings: Cursing, bad flirting, some ooc for characters Word Count: 3k

Higuchi was amazed and slightly pissed off that Akutagawa managed to make a friend without her around and without her knowledge. As his assistant and bodyguard, she was practically around him all day and all night (when they were working), so it came as a shock when Akutagawa mentioned that his friend would be coming to his apartment in a few minutes.

Normally, Higuchi wouldn’t be in his apartment, but it was a special day, since Chuuya had stopped by earlier to discuss and drop of some documents for the team to review. Higuchi was usually the one who wrote down all the notes for what Chuuya had to say, so she stayed in the room, writing down everything. Once he left was the time Akutagawa spoke up and told her of his friend.

“A friend? Really?” She mumbled quietly, surprised at the word coming out of her mouth. When did Akutagawa have friends? Never. He barely called Higuchi a friend after working together for two years, and after countless times of saving his life (even though he claimed he didn’t need the help).

“Yes, really. You can stay, I guess.” Akutagawa replied, ignoring the stunned look on Higuchi’s features. She froze at the response, wondering if what he said was just a joke or not or if she should laugh – but she quickly pushed that thought away, since if she did laugh, she might upset him. She never wanted to upset him or anyone else, especially the team and especially the friend that Akutagawa invited over.

She feared that if she were to upset his friend, then somehow it would affect her workstyle and possibly break the trust that Akutagawa formed with her. She knew deep down this wouldn’t really happen and that it was just anxiety speaking, but it really did worry her.

“What’s your friend like? If you don’t mind me asking, of course!” She stumbled out, eyes following Akutagawa as he shrugged back to her, walking to the kitchen.

By his nonchalant answer, Higuchi was more scared than ever, wondering what type of person could be called a friend by Akutagawa. And she wondered if the friend was anything like Gin, his sister. She shuddered quietly at the thought of Gin. She admired her but was equally terrified of her skills, it was incredible.

“Has anyone else in Black Lizard met your friend?” Higuchi called out to him, quickly picking up all the notes and documents off the table into a neat stack. She put them into a folder and then tucked them into her bag, noting that she needed to make copies for everyone else in the team.

“No, she doesn’t know about the Port Mafia. She thinks it’s just an ongoing joke that we have together that I’m an assassin with omnipotent powers.” Akutagawa responded, without batting an eye. Higuchi blanked – almost let out some nervous laughter, hoping that was a joke, but she knew Akutagawa didn’t joke.

“But you are an assassin with omnipotent powers…” She whispered, mouth dropping into a very visibly disturbed and confused look. How could this friend not know of the biggest part of Akutagawa’s life?

Higuchi has had friends in the past. She doesn’t have that many friends now – but she knows what its like to have friends. They’re great to have! Incredible, she would say, but so very curious into your life. She lost so many friends because of how interested and nosy they were with her life when she joined the Port Mafia. She even questioned her job in the mafia because of how close they were to figuring out what she did for a living.

“Yes, I am.” He noted for a moment, looking in her direction without much of a care before going back to what he was doing in the kitchen.

If it were possible, Higuchi’s jaw would have dropped more, possibly to the floor and then to the bottom of this apartment building, and into the basement.

And the gasp – oh that gasp she made even had Akutagawa slightly startled, but he knew why she was gasping so he didn’t question her.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Akutagawa just stared at the door before staring to Higuchi, as if to signal her to answer the door. Higuchi stared back with a frown forming of fear and confusion. She was incredibly scared to meet this friend because she thought back to her life back in middle school and how her thirteenth birthday party, she tried to mix friend groups together – and how terrible that went.

By the end of the party, she wanted to sob and hated how she was in different friend groups and how weird it must’ve been to be one of the people attending the party, only to be forced to try to socialize with a group of complete strangers. She hated that she knew how everyone felt and she hated how she knew how Akutagawa felt now.

He didn’t have the same emotions she had when she was at her own party, holding back tears at the way all of her friends didn’t like each other. Instead, she knew Akutagawa was having a blast, in his stoic manner of just standing and watching how Higuchi went through a nervous and stressful way of opening the door and welcoming in a stranger, that was his supposed friend.

“Go on, open it.” He spoke up, as if cooing her to go do it and she felt a knot on the right side of her lip forming up into a small snide and she pushed it aside to go answer the door.

Step-by-step instructions were needed for Higuchi as she tried to recall every way to greet a stranger inside. But she didn’t know any and instead just opened the door extremely slowly, and slightly peeked her head out to glance at you.

“Hello.” She mumbled to you, not blinking as she took everything about you in. Higuchi felt her world spinning as she took you in, completely in awe of everything. You were so fucking pretty, one of her knees buckled up against the door, causing her to hit her head slightly, before she stood up straight and pulled the door open completely.

“Hi.” You responded in a polite tone, wanting to grin at how shy she seemed. Akutagawa didn’t mention that anyone else would be here, but you didn’t mind since this person seemed so cute and shy with her greeting you in.

She didn’t have the confidence to say anything else to welcome you in, so you just walked through the opening, eyes following back to her face. She was phenomenal at avoiding eye contact and you were even more interested in why she was being so shy.

“Y/n, you’re here. Finally.” Akutagawa spoke up, his voice screwed up in all kinds of sarcasm and you scoffed to him, glancing down to your phone, knowing you’re on time.

“I arrived right on time. I waited two minutes outside your door before knocking, you know.” You replied, shaking your head at how he always would find something to complain about and be sarcastic about.

“You were three seconds late in knocking, it was entirely irritating waiting for you.” He accused before you saw the little smirk forming and you rolled your eyes, walking over to him before pushing your bag onto the counter.

Higuchi watched the whole encounter – speechless and kind of dumbstruck. Akutagawa was having a normal encounter with a civilian, that was you, a very attractive and hot girl that made Higuchi want to revert into the tissue box in the corner of the living room on that forgotten end table.

You made Higuchi realize that hot people were actually very real and still here and actually really in front of her. She was very confused but astonished and happy in that “woah that’s my crush” kind of way. But it wasn’t really a crush, it couldn’t be because she only muttered one word to you, and you to her as well. But at least you seemed to answer her politely and kindly to the point she wanted to repeat the memory over and over in her mind (and she did).

And Akutagawa was talking so much more than normal, it was very concerning. Was Higuchi suddenly in a test? That was conducted by the Port Mafia, to see if she truly knew who he was? No, it couldn’t be, because of how Akutagawa almost smiled.

No way that man can smile at just anyone.

Higuchi recalled the first time she saw him smile, and that was after he set fire to a room full of evidence that could have put him (and the rest of the team) away for life. And then the smile was gone the moment he looked away, and Higuchi wondered if it was just a slip of light that hit his face in a way, that made it look like he actually smiled.

“Higuchi? Hello?” Akutagawa was the one to snap her out of her thoughts and memories, and an oddly anxious expression took over his face that disappeared once Higuchi woke up, back into the present.

“Hello?” She replied to him, dragging out the “O” sound as her eyes drifted around the room until she saw you again. Then she pushed her eyesight down to the floor as her face slowly was flooded with redness.

“Are you holding in your breath?” Akutagawa asked, watching as Higuchi’s blush became deeper.

“No! I suddenly felt a breeze of heat. That’s all.” She became defensive immediately to which Akutagawa almost rolled his eyes at how obvious she was being. He hadn’t thought about how Higuchi would respond to you, and he certainly didn’t expect this.

It was crystal clear that Higuchi was insanely attracted to you. And Akutagawa saw the way you eyed her back, it was clear as day that both of you were interested in each other or something similar.

“I brought all the games. Did you set up everything, like the controllers?” You spoke up, trying to move past that very embarrassing moment for the girl, to which you stared at your friend harshly for not introducing you to her still.

Akutagawa nodded before glancing to each of you, “Oh,” He paused, clearing his throat. “Higuchi, Y/n. Y/n, Higuchi. My assistant.” He said it very plainly, but he seemed amused at the situation.

Needless to say, Higuchi almost wanted to cry about the entirety of this day, especially these past few minutes. It wasn’t going well, was it? She had the thought that she was ruining everything for being there, but she was his assistant and coworker, and she had to do part of her job earlier, so she didn’t know what to do.

Would it be polite to leave as fast as possible? Maybe. She didn’t know, but she was also starstruck by you, as embarrassed as she was about it. You were fucking hot, and you seemed to know it by that slightly cocky smile you struck her just now, and in a sudden flash, she wondered if you thought the same, that maybe you found her as attractive as she found you.

Now that would be like winning the lottery and being struck by lightning about a dozen times.

You and Akutagawa moved to the couch in the living room, setting up what seemed like video games and then Higuchi slightly understood the friendship. Maybe you and him only talk about games, it seemed like that was the only possible and reasonable way of being friends with Akutagawa.

And she remembered that he believed that video games would help him in his training for being precise with his eye-coordination. So, she understood it now, just slightly.

“Higuchi, babe, wanna come sit next to me?” You called out to her, and she froze, once again. Babe, oh shit, you called her babe. Higuchi wondered if it were possible that her entire body flushed with a deep redness, and she knew she didn’t respond in the appropriate amount of time when you raised your eyebrows to her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to call you that, it just slipped.” You spoke up again, feeling that you were being watched intensely by Akutagawa. When you peeked at him, you were correct. He was staring at you, almost glaring but it seemed like he didn’t mean anything by it, instead maybe he looked even more amused than before.

Higuchi’s shoulders dropped. Oh, so you didn’t mean it? Higuchi sighed in her mind, a slight disappointed feeling hit her, as she thought it over more, but it stopped once your voice came up again.

“It must’ve slipped since you’re very cute.” You laughed very casually, as if you aren’t actually attempting to flirt with your friend’s coworker.

Akutagawa vaguely chortled and Higuchi stared at you both as if she had been hit by a truck. Yes, she looked tragic, but in a good way.

Instead of responding, she giggled to some degree and acted like it didn’t really affect her, but it really did. She stumbled to go sit on the couch, finding it to agree to your invitation to sit with you two, but she sat on the opposite side of Akutagawa. She wanted a little space, so you didn’t totally see how fucking red she was at the moment, and she also didn’t want you to see how she was trying to mentally calm down but wasn’t succeeding.

Akutagawa didn’t know whether to feel uncomfortable or very amused at what was playing out. Sure, he knew that Higuchi was bisexual and used to crush on him, but now she was very obviously crushing on his friend, you. And you loved to flirt with almost anyone, including him sometimes.

He didn’t really know how to flirt with you – but now he can definitely tell that whatever was happening, this wasn’t the cool way of flirting. He wondered if he should text Chuuya for advice on how to flirt later on, but he was too caught up in how you and his coworker fawned over each other (with him in between).

“So, what’s it like working with this dork?” You asked Higuchi, to which she blanked at the term, dork. She would have never thought there was someone as brave as you to call him a dork, but here he was outside of work officially, doing something that could be called dorky.

He was playing one of the newer video games, featuring something like of a dark fantasy game. His character had black hair like his, but with tattoos everywhere, and he was wearing a dark blue shirt with a random design on it. His username was “akuryu5”, which was kind of adorable, but Higuchi would never imagine him to be doing this.

Akutagawa and Higuchi became like rocks at the question, but Higuchi quickly added a nervous laugh before replying. “He’s a very diligent worker, always thorough with assignments, gets everything done fast.” It was as if it were a fake reply, something you’d say in a company email group, which always sucks.

“Eh, so he’s a really good assassin then, huh?” You chuckled, holding the controller up, quickly looking to her and to the screen.

Akutagawa slightly scowled and sent Higuchi a small look. “Assassin? Hahaha, so funny. He’s just very good at being an office worker, you know, typing and printing, and drinking coffee, and stuff…” Higuchi tried to joke, but then realized very fast she didn’t really know what being in a normal office environment really was like. She just had experience working in an office sometimes for the Port Mafia.

You just nodded back to her, not really knowing what to say as Akutagawa cleared his throat.

“She doesn’t know how to converse, apparently.” Akutagawa spoke up, rolling his eyes at the attempt of covering what they both really do for work. You frowned at his words, nudging him roughly.

“Don’t be an ass, she’s hot and funny. Why didn’t you ever tell me about her?” You mumbled close to him, making sure she didn’t hear you, but yeah, she did. She blushed a bit more, glancing away from you two as she leaned to go reach a chip in the bowl on the coffee table.

“Because you’re always interested in everybody, romantically or friendly. I’m really not going to let you meet anyone else from my work.” He whispered back to you and Higuchi felt very out of place because of how much he was speaking. It was admiring to see him speak so much, but she also felt like he probably didn’t want her to hear anything he said.

He was always so professional, it was so odd to see him this way, but it made her feel something different for him, knowing he had a life outside of work. And seeing you made her feel so special! You were spectacular, as if you were an invention to make people feel happy, and you did the same to Akutagawa, it seemed.

She wondered if her coworker ever had feelings for you, or even had thoughts that Higuchi also had of you in the past hour of meeting you.

But almost entirely, she felt scared for how you acted near both of them. You treated them so normally that it felt so off but welcoming.

It reminded Higuchi of how life used to be outside of Port Mafia. In the mafia now it was always so intense, nothing normal at all. It was always life or death, but you were giving her a feeling of something more than just life, something living and breathing and happy.

Akutagawa seemed to look the same way as Higuchi did with you. It put her in an unusual position, knowing that you seemed to be interested in her, and possibly Akutagawa as well. But she tried not to think so much of it, seeing as she only met you recently.

She wouldn’t know what to do if she saw you on a more regular basis. She wondered how Akutagawa was doing this.

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57 and 68 for either s/hin soukoku or All Might? Okay there's one more coming and then I swear I'm done

Another thank you for the ask!!! I've been having such a good time with these, you have no idea, hahaha~~ I chose S/hin S/oukoku because it sparked an idea for how it might go down, but I’d be more than happy to do something for A/ll M/ight too if you’d like <3 (I just… the idea of tormenting A/kutagawa was too good to pass up hehehe~) Another first time writing characters, so I hope it’s enjoyable, or at least tolerable!  2.2k words, prompts 57 and 68, story under cut! 57. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”  68. Sparring/training and coughing/sneezing. (References to slightly high fever and violence, they're sparring so there's attacks from both of them, though it's mostly from A/kutagawa. Nothing graphic is mentioned, but there are definitely implications, so just in case anyone doesn't like that!)

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‘By all accounts, Akutagawa is dying right before my eyes.’ 

Atsushi watches his sparring partner aim yet another attack, pausing to lean into his hand with a cough that leaves both of them winded. ‘He sounds rough… I’ve noticed he coughs a lot on a good day, he must have weak lungs. Oh- that can’t be a good match for a chest cold…’ 

“Maybe we should take a brea-ouuf!”

He’s cut off by another blow to the chest, Akutagawa’s eyes burning straight into his soul. The ferocity is dampened by the hand Akutagawa raises to his mouth, ducking away with another cough that nearly brings him to his knees. Managing to subdue it enough to speak, Akutagawa resumes his glaring.

“We will do no such thing. Dazai has personally asked me to train you, so that is what I shall do. ah’GSh’kieu-!”

“A- are you sure you’re up for- hey!”

This time he manages to dodge, rolling across the alley as Rashōmon grazes his arm. ‘He’s still able to put up a pretty good offense, despite being so sick. His defense though… whenever he has to duck away to relieve his lungs or sinuses he’s vulnerable. B- but… that feels unfair to take advantage of…’

“Tired alr- heh’enSH’kiue-! already, weretiger? We’ve barely begun.”

“I’m fine, Akutagawa.”

“And what is that suppo- eh’DSHhh’kuu-! supposed to mean?” 

“Oh I wonder. Come on, you’re sick. You can’t go-”

“hh’gSHh’kieu-!”

“-a few minutes without sneezing.” 

Atsushi can’t hide the giggle spilling from his lips at the adorable nature of Akutagawa’s sneezes, jumping to the side as another blow lazily misses him. ‘His movements are getting slower. I was late on my reaction, unfocused, he should have been easily able to hit me.’ 

“ah’knshh-nNShh’kiew-!”

“Bless-”

“Don’t. Just because Dazai picked- gshhh’kuu-! that up doesn’t mean you need to follow suit.”

“Uh- aren’t you the one who practically worships him..?”

“I want him to notice my strength. I do not want to become him. Besides, he only started- hh’enDSHhh’kieeu-! using that particular expression to torment particular members of- eh’nnNSHh’kiu-! the port mafia.” 

Each sneeze seems to shake his entire body, Atsushi barely resisting the urge to grab his arm as Akutagawa trembles from the force. ‘They’re pretty tiny noises, and yet they seem to take so much out of him. He’s gotta be sicker than he’s letting on. Maybe I can use Dazai as a way to get him to admit it…’ 

“Oh, I actually didn’t know that! It seems you know Dazai pretty well, huh?” 

“Enough talking. Rashōmon, Agito!”

This time Atsushi doesn’t even have to dodge, another cough shaking Akutagawa enough to have the jaw crash into the ground before it can reach its target. Atsushi responds with an assault of his own, letting his claws form on one hand as he lunges. Akutagawa’s barely able to block, only succeeding since his Rashōmon blocks by instinct.

“After that, you’re still claiming you’re fit to train?” 

“hieSHhh’keew-! gNNSHhh’kuu-!”

“Bless you!”

“I thought I told you not to do that.”

A light warmth bathes Atsushi’s face as he offers a sheepish smile, eyes closing as his cheeks raise. At the sound of Akutagawa coughing again, he reopens them, starting to ramble to give Akutagawa a bit of privacy to rid his lungs of the irritation.

“Sorry, it’s become a bit of a habit. We all say it in the agency now! I actually think Dazai started saying it to tease Kunikida, but then Kenji latched on, and now even Ranpo will use it at time-”

“What exactly gives you the impression that I care, weretiger?”

“N- nothing I guess, sorry- I ju-”

“Tsk. Focus on the battle. If you drop your guard like that the enemy can easily- aH’DnGshh’kiew-!”

Laughter bubbles up through Atsushi’s throat before he can muffle it, Akutagawa responding with Rashōmon. Unable to dodge in time, Atsushi finds the jaw latching onto his leg, a wound that would be serious on most anyone else. ‘He knows my healing will take care of it. If he wanted me dead he’d aim for the throat. B- but… I can’t tell if he’s going easy because Dazai asked him to train me, or because of-’

“hH’INdgT’kiew-!”

“That sounded like it hurt.”

“dNgZSh’kiew-! It did not.” 

“The wincing would suggest otherwise.”

“hheHh-! N- no. I am simpl- eh’geXGT’kiew-! simply growing tired of these interruptions.” 

Akutagawa’s hand is clenched against his face, pinching his nose shut as each ‘interruption’ grows in force. ‘It’s almost hurting me to watch him do this, they sound utterly unsatisfying.’ Atsushi finds himself thinking, eyes darting down to the tremble in Akutagawa’s legs once more. 

“hH’eNXGT’kieuu-!”

“That can’t be helping-”

“Rashōmon, Sawarabi!”

Climbing the wall of the building to his left, Atsushi manages to dodge the spikes rising from the floor where he once stood. ‘Alright, alright, I get the message! Focus on the training. Maybe… maybe I can use this to get him to admit he’s sick…’ Another attack has him springing back to the ground, his paw managing to grab the cloth before it can strike once more. Akutagawa is too busy shuddering into his hand with another fit of coughing to interfere.

“If I pin you, will you finally call it for the day and go rest?”

“Even if I was in a weakened state, you wouldn’t stand a chance, weretiger.”

Akutagawa attempts a huff, a cough spilling out in its place, Atsushi finding himself unable to prevent the wince from scraping through his clenched teeth.

“I- I mean, at least you’re admittin-”

“I said if. But that time is n- haHh-! N- not… nohhEht- eH’dSHh’kiew-! hH’eNSChh’kiue-! Hihh… guhh’eSHH’kiuu-!”

“Didn’t quite catch that through the sneezing attack.”

“That time is not tod- hH’eNgT’kiew-! Not today. I am perfectly fine, weretiger. Focus on tr- trahhh… training- aH’GSHh’kuu-! INgT’kiew-! gNNt-eNDT’kuu-!”

Using the lapse in concentration to his advantage, Atsushi throws himself at Akutagawa, easily pinning him to the ground. ‘I didn’t even need my gift to have the strength to hold him… that can’t be good.’ Akutagawa gasps, the force of the impact leaving him panting, prompting another cough to rattle his lungs. Atsushi flinches at the expulsions. ‘His decency’s still intact, even when it comes to me. He’s attempting to aim for his shoulder. I was careful not to crush him, but I might have been a bit roug-’

His thoughts are quickly silenced by Akutagawa’s Rashōmon catching him in the chest, jaws tightening against his arms as the frail man slips back to his feet. The cough hasn’t receded, and a few more sneezes push their way out as he weakly lifts a hand to cover. 

“ihh’geashh’kieu-! Guh… hnn’EShhh’kuu-!” 

A slight wheeze starts to present itself from Akutagawa’s battered lungs, Atsushi prying Rashōmon from his arms with a grimace. ‘That really doesn’t sound good… Screw this! I’ve had it.’

“You know what? No.”

“Wha-”

“Nope, shut up, it’s my turn. Stop telling me you’re okay! You’re clearly not, and it’s starting to feel like an insult to my intelligence for you to keep insisting you are.”

“I see no intelligence to speak of- hnN’GShh’kiew-!”

“Enough, Akutagawa! Training’s over, you need to rest.”

“Rashōmo-” 

The attack is cut short as Akutagawa’s knees give out beneath him, Atsushi’s mouth hanging open as he stumbles forward, catching himself against the wall. ‘D- didn’t see that one coming… maybe he has a fever..? Or maybe I pushed him into the ground a little too hard. I was trying to be gentle bu-’ 

“Weretiger, stop thinking so loudly, you’re g- giehhh… hinNChh’kuu-! giving me a headache.” 

“S- sorry… hey wait- no, I’m not sorry, how is my thinking giving you a headache?!” 

Akutagawa seems to be forming a response, raising himself from the wall to let his glare meet Atsushi’s eyes, just for them to flutter shut as he falls once more. Atsushi finds his body moving on its own, catching Akutagawa before he can hit the floor. The heat radiating from his body causes beads of sweat to form on Atsushi’s face in response as he pulls Akutagawa back to his feet. The man’s eyes snap open, wide with terror as his body flinches away from Atsushi’s touch.

“It’s just me.”

Atsushi keeps his tone low and grip tight. ‘He won’t like that I’m holding him up, but if I let go I think he’ll just fall back on his face… much as he doesn’t believe it, I don’t actually want to watch him die in an alley.’ The panic from Akutagawa’s face slowly starts to fade as his eyes meet Atsushi’s, recognition slowly replacing the feverish haze. Seizing the moment while he has the chance, Atsushi speaks up once more, voice still low, careful not to startle the man in his arms.

“Dazai would be upset if you died here, Akutagawa. It would ruin his plans. And you’re not weak for being sick, you’re human, it’s not exactly like you can help it.”

Deciding to add a little humour, Atsushi lets his eyes crinkle shut with a wide smile, a faint laugh humming out.

“You should hear Dazai if he even has the sniffles! He’ll just mope around the office moaning and whining, it’s frankly hilarious!” 

Clarity returning to his eyes, Akutagawa attempts to stand back up, neither of them mentioning how he needs to cling to Atsushi to do it. He huffs lightly, seeming relieved when the action doesn’t trigger another round of coughing.

“I don’t need your help, weretiger.”

“Whatever you say, Akutagawa.” 

Atsushi lightly chuckles at the grip Akutagawa still has on his shoulder, the weaker man letting another round of sneezes tear from his sinuses. He aims for one of his hands, the other bracing himself against Atsushi as they tremble through him.

“hH’GnSHh’kiew-! eh’nNSHhhh’kuu-! hAHh-! hihhh… hiH’NNChh’kiuee-!”

“Bless you.” 

Akutagawa’s only response is another huff, Atsushi’s eyes meeting his with an unspoken message. ‘I’ve got you.’ He can’t help the smile that spreads down his face as Akutagawa lets his eyes flutter shut, weight shifting onto Atsushi.

They begin the two block journey to the detective agency’s headquarters, Atsushi deciding it’ll be the quickest way to get Akutagawa sleeping. ‘I doubt he’d let me know where he lives, and I’m not exactly eager to bring him back to my place… and if I walked into the port mafia with him like this I’d be shot on site.’ 

“What is he doing here, Atsushi?”

Kunikida’s voice pulls both men out of their trance, Akutagawa quickly detangling himself to lean against the wall. Atsushi flinches, Kunikida and Akutagawa exchanging dark looks as they stand toe to toe.

“Dazai requested him to train me, but I needed a bit of a break! I hope it’s okay we came inside, I just need to grab some water before I continue..?” 

Eyes flicker over to him, Kunikida seeming to evaluate the situation while Akutagawa raises a hand to his face, feigning nonchalance as he brushes it against his nose. Atsushi recognizes the look in his eyes as he attempts to pinch his nose shut subtly. ‘He has to sneeze, but he’s not willing to show that weakness in front of Kunikida.’ 

“Well… I suppose that’s acceptable, just- keep an eye on him, okay kid? I know Dazai asked him to train you, but I don’t trust him here for a minute.”

“The feeling is m-heH… mutual.”

Atsushi picks up the “Or trust Dazai not to make a reckless call to further his own personal gain, the idiot,” Kunikida lets slip under his breath as Akutawaga’s glare hardens, nose twitching beneath his grasp. Electing to ignore the insults, Atsushi offers a nervous smile.

“Thank you, I knew you’d understand, we’ll be out of here in no time, promise!”

With that he grabs Akutagawa’s free arm, dragging the man into another hallway away from prying eyes. Once they’ve gotten far enough he stops, turning to Akutagawa who’s attempting to smother himself against his hand.

“We’re alone now, you can-”

“hEH’GNZSHH’OO-! nNZSHH’UHh-!”

“Oh- bless yo-”

“hH’DSHh’kiew-! eh’nNSHhh’kuu-! hiHh-! hih’nnSHhh’kieu-!”

“Bless you again, Akutagawa.”

“I didn’t ask for your blessings, or your help.” 

Rolling his eyes, Atsushi lets Akutagawa lean against him once more, the fever soaking through his clothes as they keep walking. ‘Would it kill him to say thanks?! Actually- knowing Akutagawa, it just might.’

“I know a back office even Kunikida never goes to. You can sleep there, no one will bother you.” 

Reaching the door, Atsushi pulls it open, revealing a small office complete with boxes, shelves, and a small couch in the corner closest to the entrance. Akutagawa rolls his eyes, growling out a retort as his body seems drawn to the couch by a force he’s unable to avoid.

“I’m not sleeping in th- eh’gSHh’kiew-! this office. I’m not weak like you weretiger. I don’t need to…” 

Akutagawa’s sentence trails off, eyes snapping closed as his head hits the soft leather. Light snores start pouring out, congestion crackling in his chest as he lets out a soft cough in his sleep. Atsushi lets a warm smile creep back onto his face, lightly brushing the hair from Akutawa’s feverish forehead before turning off the light and shutting the door.

“Sleep well, Akutagawa.” 

[dazaicg]

☽｡⋆ Chuuya Nakahara as a caregiver

warnings : none

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he cgs AND regresses, but i think he tends to caregiver more often because he’s naturally a caring person

used to cg for lots of kids in the sheep so he has experience

he’s still stuck as a babysitter today, though now instead of the sheep he cares for akutagawa, kyouka, and even atsushi occasinally

is a really good and attentive caregiver because of the amount of experience he has

hes a lot more calm and quiet while caregiving, since obviously he doesn’t wanna yell when he’s around littles

flies around littles using his ability ALL the time (to the point where he has to start saying no because of how often it is)

has a lot of money to throw around, so he spends it on cute and expensive gear like personalized pacis for each different person

doesn’t use super cutesy nicknames though, mostly sticks to kiddo or little one

likes to caregive because it’s relaxing for him to be helping other people

whenever he takes care of littles in his apartment, they always end up playing with his cat (mackerel)

he’s the type of caregiver to pretend like he knows what a little is saying while they’re babbling, and respond back as if it was a normal conversation

usually doesn’t participate in activites like colouring or playing with toys or anything, but will easily give in if a little gives him the puppy dog eyes

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dazaicg © do not repost my works.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

who's your fave BSD character and why?

what's your fave work of fiction?

Oppenheimer or Barbie?

Do you write OG stories too?

In your fanfictions, would you rather write fluff or angst?

do you have a best friend?

when writing, do you focus on plot first or characters first?

also how do you do such good analyses on characters with barely any screentime JFIRGR is that like a psych major thing? hehe anyways..

laast question: do you have a pet? TT and what's one problem (external or internal) that you want to fix in your life?

(lmao those are two last questions but uhm, yeah.)

(sorry for the rambles, im just bored and rlly curious TT)

Oh hello! It’s cool I don’t mind!

Favourite BSD character: This is really tricky because every time I think I have a favourite I remember something really cool about another character… I don’t think there’s a single character who I don’t find interesting. In terms of writing I really like Kyouka, Mushitarou, and Akutagawa. Atsushi I would actually hang out with and I am prepared to defend as an excellent protagonist. I also really like Yosano, Chuuya, Teruko, Ranpo, and Odasaku! Also my extremely overlooked fave is H. G. Wells from 55 Minutes… I love her so much she’s so cool…

Favourite work of fiction: Hmm… you know I’m honestly not sure I could pick a favourite. I’ve read a lot of stuff and watched a lot of things… however for the purposes of this blog I have been overrun by Trigun emotions and Hatoful Boyfriend had a death grip on me for most of high school.

Barbenheimer: Probably I’ll go see Barbie at some point. I actually don’t watch a lot of movies but this one seems pretty cool!

Do you write OG stories: Ohh how do I answer this…? Yes 100%. I have so many original plots in my head, and I have tried to write them several times. I have one ongoing right now on my side blog called The Capture of Light… I’ve been very slow to update but it’s there. My oldest story that I’ve been working on is a series called the Interworld… I’ve been working on it and revising it since I was 13. I worry it’s too needlessly convoluted though. The problem is that I’m never satisfied so I keep scrapping and restarting it… so can I really say I write them? :/

Fluff or angst: Angst all the way. I like to write suffering, but I generally will write in a bittersweet hopeful ending. :) Depends on what’s tonally appropriate though.

Best friend: Yes I do have a best friend! I’ve known her for 9 years now. She’s actually on here; her account is @doodle-storm. She doesn’t update a lot but I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you checked out her art or said hi. :)

Plot or characters first: I make a rough plot outline with key points I have to get to, then I make detailed character notes and designs. The way I see it, the best way to make sure your plot stays cohesive is to make sure you know your character’s motives at all times. That way, even if the plot winds up changing a bit, I still have a good idea of how the characters will react, no matter what situation I put them into. If I can transplant them into any random scene or situation and know how they’ll respond, I feel comfortable that I know them well enough to write.

Analyses: Hahaha, honestly the psych knowledge helps but… I think that might just be me. I’ve kind of always done stuff like this it’s just now I have people who actually read it instead of telling me to shut up ehehe. I think the key is to isolate the main themes of the story. A good story will have its characters all model or echo these themes in some way. From there, it’s a lot easier to read character motivations, even if they don’t have a lot of screen time. Another important thing to remember is “explanation not justification”. You should be able to explain the motive behind a character’s actions. This does not mean they’re justified. This really helps with analyzing villains or morally grey characters. It also helps you to understand people in real life!

Pets: None unfortunately. 😞 If I weren’t allergic to cats I would have a cat though. I love cats. They also tend to headbutt my legs a lot so I think they tend to like me too. I have to resist the urge to pet them every time. …I fail. Every time. I go home and sneeze for two hours with itchy eyes. It was worth it.

Problem I wish I could fix in my life: Well I have some mental health problems so I guess I wish I could. Not have those. Yeah. I’m looking for support about it. I’m trying. Hehe.

This was fun! Thank you! Can I shoot some of these questions back at you? I’d love to hear your answers! :D

[sariel626]

I know this is like a dead TikTok trend, but I died when I pictured Akutagawa’s reaction like poor baby.

TW: none that I can think of

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Atsushi ❤️‍🩹

We all know Atsushi tries to stay focused on work

but opening one snap from his s/o wouldn’t hurt…right?

Haha

Hahaha

He opens it up and immediately smiles when he sees a picture of you in the mirror with the caption “Atsushi darlin’, you’re my best friend.”

Then he opens the next snap and is confused by all means when the next says “but there’s a few things that you don’t know of…”

Atsushi notices Dazai smirking on the couch and assumes it’s all a prank

Oh my poor baby, it’s far from that

The next snap is a picture of you applying lipstick captioned, “like why I borrow your lipstick so often”

He’s immediately trying to respond without getting into trouble, but the keyboard doesn’t want to type English

Then you send the snap that sends him over the edge

“How I’m using your shirt as a pillowcase”

Like he isn’t surprised that you have it but why?? He is sending snap after snap asking you to explain while trying to hide his blushing mess of a face

‘Sushi thought his snaps will end it?

He thought wrong

You send the snap “I wanna ruin our friendship”

Poor Atsushi

He genuinely thinks you want to end the friendship and starts questioning where he went wrong.

When you get the snap back saying, “I understand. It was nice to be your friend while it lasted and I’ll never forget the memories we made together.” Your heart breaks

Atsushi checks his phone when you send him another snap and clicks on it

“I wanna be lovers instead”

Cue Atsushi blushing again and falling out of his chair

Kunikida is so confused and worried for Atsushi but that doesn’t matter right now

Atsushi’s already on his way to your place to seal the deal

That beautiful final snapsterpiece completely thrown out the window, traded for a new boyfriend

Ranpo💖

How dare you do this to him while he’s eating his sweets?

Well, to be fair he’s always snacking on something

I don’t think Ranpo would use Snapchat much. He has to save those brain cells for solving mysteries!

So you pass them with sticky notes on candy bars (and the sticky note may or may not have little doodles on it)

Now Ranpo knows immediately what’s going on after the first sticky note

So he offers to share one of the 10 candy bars, but only one! And don’t expect him to share again

Yosano got pictures of his reaction for you, don’t worry

Akutagawa 🖤

I’m dying and I haven’t even written the scenario😂

Aku was prolly really tense from being busy with missions and you decided to pull this on him

I feel like Aku is a text guy more than a Snapchat guy

I imagine him receiving each text and being more and more confused

Then he gets the “borrow your lipstick” text

You know this man is blushing bright red from embarrassment and furiously texting you to defend himself

He doesn’t get why you’d use his shirt as a pillowcase either

Even after you finish the prank, he has to have Gin explain to him

She has to stifle a laugh at his naivety and explain in full detail

If he wasn’t before, you know Aku is a complete blushing mess after that

Obviously he has to finish work first, but I’d expect a nice date and cuddles (maybe more if you’re lucky)

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

May I request BSD Akutagawa x female reader

Where reader secretly has a crush on him and she’s oblivious because she thinks he doesn’t like her back but he does, so finally gin decides to set them up because she’s tired of them being oblivious. Reader is gins best friend btw.

Fluff plz

Of course ☺

Oblivious

Akutagawa x gn!reader

Requested by @stygianoir

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: 2 oblivious idiots, fluff

Wordcount: 1k

“He doesn´t like me like that,” you sighed, plopping down next to Gin after a successfully finished mission. The girl stared at you as if you were stupid.

“He nodded at you today.”

“He was just being nice, Gin. Greeting me. I do that all the time. I even wave. That doesn´t mean I´m in love with…I don´t know…Tachihara.”

“Yes!” you could hear the male exclaim. You two ignored him, making him mumble and shuffle away.

“He doesn´t even nod at me,” Gin pointed out.

“Well, we all know siblings show each other love in a…different way.”

Again, you were met with a disbelieving stare.

“Are you stupid?”

“What do you mean?”

“It´s Akutagawa. He doesn´t nod at people. He doesn´t even acknowledge them.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I appreciate the support but let´s be real here-“

“I am being real here, you´re just blind.”

You waved her away, leaving to go home.

Gin massaged her temple.

“(Y/N) doesn´t like me like that. They only appreciate my work as executive,” Akutagawa said.

“Well, (Y/N) told me the same about you.”

Akutagawa´s head snapped up.

“Exactly. Can you get together soon? I´d like to do my missions without love sickness all around me.”

Akutagawa hummed; finger raised to his lips.

“How should we proceed then?”

“I don´t know, ask the weretiger when you next see him.”

“You think he would know?” he stared at her, face a grimace. Gin shrugged.

“Doesn´t he have that one Guild girl?”

Akutagawa looked at her horrified.

“The weretiger has a girlfriend?”

“I´m sorry you what?” Atsushi stared at the young man before him. Akutagawa looked to the side, hands deep in his pockets, watching civilians passing by without a second thought. “Why – how – you have a significant other?”

“Not yet,” Akutagawa hissed, finally looking at the ADA agent.

“I´m not surprised that you don´t – actually, never mind,” Atsushi interrupted himself after a particularly deadly glare Akutagawa´s. “I don´t know, ask them out on a date? Buy them waffles? That´s what I did with Kyōka – not that that was an actual date, we just called it that because – I mean –,“ Akutagawa waved him off.

“I don´t care about that. But how would I go about asking them out?”

Atsushi stared at him.

“Just – just ask them if they want to go on a date with you next time you two talk. Maybe they mention the carnival that is currently in town.”

“I don´t recall ever having been in a work unrelated conversation with them.”

“I'm sorry, what? You know what, nevermind, I give up,” Atsushi threw his hands up. “I can´t help you, I´m sorry – I SAID I´M SORRY,” he flinched. “No need to glare at me like that,” he murmured, before redirecting his focus on the mission at hand.

“What is it Gin?” Akutagawa asked her, eyes scanning over the lines of his leather clad book.

“I need you to take a stake out mission for me, could you do that?”

At that he looked up.

“You shouldn´t slack off on your work.”

“I´m not, I swear. I just – I´m not feeling well, and before I mess up a mission, I´d prefer you take it.”

Akutagawa shut his book and stood up, nodding at his sister.

“Then go to bed, I´ll get you a glass of water before I leave.”

“Thank you, nīsan, I appreciate it,” she smiled at him.

“How long will we have to stay here?”

You moved forward, setting up your equipment near the window.

“The deal is supposed to happen tonight. We´re here early in case something changes,” you responded. Akutagawa nodded, sitting down on the cheap motel bed. You sat up and looked over at him. For a moment it seemed to him you hesitated, gnawing at your lower lip, before standing up and walking towards him, sitting down beside him. His back stiffened.

“Gin is sick?” you asked, and he noticed how your fingers played with each other. It was a nervous tick, usually, he knew that. He knew your habits. His eyes had followed and memorised nearly all of your movements after all. And yet, he didn't understand why ever you should feel nervous. You might only be a subordinate, but one of the best one´s the Port Mafia had to offer.

He stretched out his hand to rest it atop of yours. You immediately ceased your movements.

“I´m sorry.” You looked at him apologetically, before snapping your gaze to the wall in front of you.

“Why are you apologising?”

You looked back at him, gaze questioning:

“For fidgeting. Didn´t that annoy you?”

He slowly shook his head.

“You seemed nervous,” he said, matter of fact like.

“Oh - Oh! I don´t know. I guess it´s because…we have a lot of time, and we never really have any conversations.”

“There is a carnival in town.”

“I – sorry, what?” you looked at him flabbergasted.

“Or maybe waffles.”

You stared at your superior – Akutagawa - perched beside you. If it hadn´t been for the light blush on his cheeks, which you discovered with great surprise, you would have thought he was attempting very awkward small talk.

“Are you-?” but then you shook your head. There was no way he was asking you out.

“Would you go out with me?”

You froze.

“On a date?” your voice was high and squeaky.

Now it was his turn to stare at you.

“Of course, was that not clear?”

Your eyes widened. Gin had been right.

“No, it was. I was just – This is unexpected. But yes. I´d love to.”

He nodded, looking back out of the window. A silence ensued. After a while you followed his gaze. Cars had to move around an unmoving one parked particularly inconvenient on the edge of the sidewalk. A passer-by cussed at the driver standing beside the vehicle, fully invested in what his friend had to tell him. Your eyes followed the passer-by before shooting back to the conversation of the driver and his friend.

“Oh god, that´s our target, isn't it?”

Akutagawa nodded slowly, before cursing under his breath.

“Let´s go.”

[catintheruemorgue]

annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.  

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.