#atsushi will not say it to their face but he'll Mutter It

[chuuyanakaahara]

i think i know how to describe every sskk mischaracterization ever.

atsushi is more likely to call someone a cunt than akutagawa.

[bsdawgz]

「 ✦ Behave ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Armed Detective Agency: Atsushi Nakajima

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genre: da nasty

content warning: f!reader. MDNI! (soft) dom!atsushi. reader is a bit of a brat. bondage (handcuffs). fingering. orgasm denial. praise (lots of it). atsushi calls you "good girl." ;)

summary: it's about time atsushi taught you to follow the rules.

no one would ever expect it.

– of course not.

the ada's sweet, blushing jinko was rushing through his paperwork all day today, so eager to get to your apartment tonight. what could he say? he just wanted to see you so badly.

he wanted to see that cute, embarrassed face of yours.

he wanted to cuff your hands behind your back and fuck you –

kunikida, for example, would never expect it.

his coworker stopped him right in his tracks while he was halfway out the door, hitting him with that unanswerable question: "where could YOU possibly be off to in such a hurry?" just as soon as he was about to leave. all atsushi could do was clutch his phone to his chest anxiously and hope kunikida didn't have the slightest suspicion about the sort of things atsushi might enjoy doing on his days off.

someone like kunikida would never understand it – no one at the ada would, really.

atsushi isn't nearly as clever as dazai or ranpo, nor is he indispensable like yosano, or strong like kenji. the bedroom is the only place he doesn't have to be anyone but himself. he doesn't need to prove his usefulness to you – between the sheets, there is no power struggle. you submit to him completely. you want him to take control.

and he'll take it – he'll take it over and over again.

by the time he reaches your apartment, it's already night. your place is is small but cozy, tucked away in a neighborhood a train ride away from yokohama, somewhere where there's not as much violent crime. you're laying on the rug on your bedroom floor, wearing nothing but his shirt and your panties, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. that's just like you to pay him no mind – to ignore him and feign innocence after playing such a dirty trick, knowing that you were probably on his mind for hours before. as he sets his bag on the bedside table, you barely move to acknowledge him, instead pleasantly thinking about how worked up and annoyed he must be at your blatant display of nonchalance.

"oh, you're here."

you turn over on your back, glancing up at him. there's that sweet face of yours. you're batting your eyelashes up at him like you hadn't done a thing at all, and now your shirt is riding up your thighs and ruching up the sides of your stomach. you know every weakness of his and exactly how to play them to your advantage. he rolls his eyes, kneeling down beside you. "yeah, i'm here."

snatching your phone from your hand, he tosses it on the bed in annoyance, and the first thing he does is scold you. "that wasn't very nice, you know, sending those videos during work. kunikida could have saw."

a frown forming on your face at his frustration, you pout at him. "did you not like them?"

you're too good at convincing him to forgive you – as if he were ever mad at you in the first place. his expression softens at your disappointed voice. you beam as he relents, pulling you into his lap and playing with the strands of your hair. "of course i did," he mutters as you relax into his gentle touch. "i liked them too much.

– but you know it's against the rules to touch yourself like that without me."

of course –

breaking the rules always meant punishment – and you'd be lying if you said this wasn't exactly what you wanted in the first place.

getting up from his position, you wait patiently as atsushi shuffles through the box hidden under your bed for the pair of cuffs saved exactly for punishments. you hear the quiet clinking of metal behind you, then feel atsushi's hands smoothing down your shoulders. "do you remember your safe-word?" he asks, and you nod, repeating it back to him.

"that's my girl..." he murmurs. his voice is a honeyed whisper in your ear, thick with desire and dripping with such sweetness as you feel him begin to adjust the restraints around your wrists from behind you. "just tell me if you want to stop, okay?" the leather is smooth against your skin but worn and slightly frayed, the cuffs already fit perfectly to your wrists from using them on you nights before. your back arches as you feel him tug on the restraints to test them, honey already collecting between your thighs at the anticipation of being touched by him.

you hear the quiet click of metal as he hooks the cuffs together. "is it comfortable?" he asks, his voice as gentle as always, and you feel his fingers intertwine with yours lovingly. you nod obediently, then melt into his touch as his hands brush through your hair, as his lips travel down your neck and your shoulder in a series of delicate kisses that you sigh into. you ache to kiss him back, to run your fingers through his silver hair, but the restraints hold you in place. all you can do is turn your body to slightly face him and hope he gets the message that you want more, that you want him to kiss you again as you tip your chin toward him, as you lean into his touch behind you.

you feel his hands grasping your waist, just slightly toying with the hem of your shirt. "you'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" – and he's brushing the underside of his thumb across your lips, gazing expectantly into your innocent eyes. nothing there but complete devotion. you nod, then his fingers are reaching elsewhere – between your thighs – and you're trembling with desire as you feel them hook under the waistband and peel the garment between your legs. "you're so wet already.

don't worry. i'll take care of you."

his fingertips are rough, calloused from all the fights he's been in, but his nails are perfectly trimmed, and he knows just where to touch you. the reassurances he murmurs into your neck make you pliant, and you spread your legs wider for him as he runs his fingers along the side of your thigh, teasing you with gentle brushes while his other hand grabs the swell of your breast. "pretty baby," he coos, and you turn your cheek toward him to gaze into his longing eyes. "you should have just waited for me to come home."

slowly dipping inside of you, you watch as your arousal drips from his fingertips. "baby, you're so wet... look," he sighs, lips soft against your earlobe. he's right – you're soaking, and the evidence is all there, the thin string of wetness webbing between his fingers as he pulls them between your legs. you gasp softly, half from embarrassment of just how wet he's made you already, and the other half from the feeling of a second finger being eased inside of you. you feel him smile behind you, grasping your waist tighter, "you can take it, baby, just like you take me. just stretch a little more."

then, he pulls his fingers out of you, and you hear the slick sound of them slipping out of you so easily. "but you want me here most, right?" he teases, his voice a low whisper in your ear, and you feel those skillful fingers of his encircling your pulsing clit – the place that he knows always makes you moan the loudest – and you nod desperately, hips chasing after his touch as you feel his fingers move farther and farther away.

"not yet, baby. not yet" –

and you obey.

you whine for him, beg for him, plead for him,

until his fingers seek you once more, until he brings you to the edge only to snatch it away over and over again.

when he can't take more of your begging, he unclasps you from your restraints, kisses up your inner thigh, gazes into your eyes lovingly and showers you with endless praises. then, pulling you into his arms, he bends you over your pillow, runs his hands up and down your body like you're a doll before taking you over and over until you've had your fill –

"that's my good girl," he whispers, kissing up and down your spine. "now you know to behave, right?"

author ps: i didn't write about the aftercare, but any bdsm scene should always ALWAYS include aftercare. + ofc atsushi would give u the best aftercare ever <3

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[viridwns]

I hope you’re having a great Morning, Evening or Night. Could I get some Bungou Stray Dogs, Armed Detective Agency Headcanons with A very very flirty S/O who leaves them red in the face and Speeches just because she thinks they look cute like that. Can it be a mix of both Sfw and Nsfw :) Thank you <3

The ADA with a flirty S/O headcanons + drabbles

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warnings: none, some dirty jokes, just fluff

Characters: Atsushi Nakajime, Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Akiko Yosano, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

A/N: I'm not going to write NSFW, but there will be some implications on Dazai's part ofc because he's a slvt.

Atsushi Nakajime

MY BOY CANNOT HANDLE THIS OKAY

He'll already get so flustered if you compliment him, flirting will just make him combust

Atsushi is such a bottom, no one can convince me otherwise. So seeing him all red and pretty won't be that hard

You made the first move when you two met, he was and is still too shy to make any moves

He tries tho, it's so sweet

He'll try and hold your hand, but even the smallest touch makes him embarrassed

But even if he tells you to stop your flirting, he hopes you continue because he is very touch and attention deprived

'Are my eyes deceiving me or am I a witnessing an angel gracing me with his presence.' You take the hand of your lover as you stare at him with hearts visible in your eyes. Atsushi looks at you in shock, the words visibly processing in his mind. His face slowly turns red as you kiss his hand, him finally getting what you meant with your comment. He is quick to hide his embarrassed blush from you as he pulls his hand away and moves his face the other way. 'I-I'm not an angel [Y/N].' He splutters, you giggle. 'Oh but my love I am certain you are one. How could I ever be so lucky to have a outworldly being as my boyfriend!' You hug his side and sigh dramatically. You could feel the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. 'If anything you are the angel here.' He quietly mutters only for you to hear. Your heart leaps a bit at his words as you only hug him closer. You loved it when he tried to counter your flirty remarks with his own, even if they weren't the best.

Ranpo Edogawa

He will literally ignore your remarks

There is no hope for you to make him flustered

You can try all you want but he'll stare at you for a few seconds and then focus on something else again

Don't let his calm demeanor fool you tho, once he's alone and the memories of your words come back to him a pink hue can be seen on his cheeks

The only time you'll get to see him all red and flustered is when you offer to feed him candy and coo at him how cute he is

That is literally the only time

After that he's never going to be embarrassed about something again

You smirk once you spot your target. Your boyfriend was busying himself eating the pile of candy Kenji and Kyoka got while trick or treating. You slowly walk up to him, your mischievous smile only getting wider the closer you got. You couldn't blow this, not when you worked days on finding the right thing to say to fluster your detective. Ranpo was oblivious to the scheming that was happening behind his back as he finally found his favorite lollypop in the pile of goods; happily unwrapping it and plopping it in his mouth. He let out the smallest squeak when you tackled him to the ground. 'Oh heavens! It seems that I have fallen for you my dear. Not that I mind at all, you look lovely under me.' You said to him with a much exaggerated tone of voice and a wink to finish it all off. You felt proud of your actions, but that pride soon sunk into your shoes as your boyfriend looked up to you with a raised eyebrow. 'You made me drop my lollypop.' He whined as he pushed you off of him, reaching for the now dirty candy. He pouted as he got up and threw it away. You sat there flabbergasted, all your planning gone in just a split second as Ranpo was unfazed once again. 'Why can't you just react to my comments for once!' You exclaimed as you crossed your arms. Ranpo sat back down in his chair again. The pout he once had slowly turned into a smirk as he saw you sitting on the floor in front of him. You looked at him with confusion as he grabbed your chin. 'You look even lovelier on your knees for me like that.' He mocked your wink as he turned back around, your eyes widening at his comment and cheeks flushing red. 'Was that a good enough reaction for you?'

Dazai Osamu

IT'S A COMEPTION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU

Who can make the other one blush faster?

match made in heaven fr fr

Dazai is hard to throw off guard, you can flirt with him all you want but he'll match your energy perfectly

And let's be honest, he'll get you perfectly pink by calling you belladonna

Oh how this man loves you when you flirt with him

makes him weak in his knees

He's super horny though, so don't flirt too much or you won't be able to walk the next day

You'll get to see him flustered more when your relationship progresses and he lets his walls down more often around you

But the majority of your flirts are cheesy af and he loves it

'Someone pinch me, I think I'm dreaming. How can a human who's so perfect stand in front of me?' Dazai takes your hands as he sighs lovingly. 'I am such a blessed man.' You giggle at his words, already knowing how to counter his attack. 'If Van Gogh had you as a subject, the sunflowers would have gone in the trash.' He let go of your hands to hold his hand over his heart. 'Oh my belladonna! you're going to be the death of me!' He gasped for air. 'You take my breath away, my love. Do you know that?' You bit your lip, concentrating on not getting flustered as his sweet words entered your ears. He smirked as you didn't say anything for a while. Already claiming victory, but you were far from done. ' I really like our friendship you know, especially when we make out.' It was your turn to smile as you stunned your boyfriend into silence. It didn't last long though as he grabbed your waist and gently pushed you against a wall. 'Don't think you've won my darling, I have allot more in store then you might think.' Your smile dropped as you saw his lustful gaze, but you didn't give up just yet. 'I meant what I said earlier.' You leaned in closer, making sure he could feel your breath fanning over his lips. Dazai's response was to only press closer to you. "Ah yeah? let's test that statement shall we?'

Kunikida Doppo

There are two things that can happen when you flirt with him

One: He'll get it immediately and 'get angry' with you for not being serious at work

Or two: He doesn't get it and will react super seriously

This man can not flirt if his life depended on it, his idea of flirting are sharing his ideals and then saying that you fit the majority of them

He once asked Dazai as a last resort how to deal with you and your flirts

Dazai had the time of his LIFE, he was actually so happy his suicide attempt failed that morning because he didn't want to miss this for his life

'Are you sure this will work.' The blonde man asked his colleague as he stared at your working form. He smiled at the sight of your tongue poking out because you were concentrating so hard. The brunette nodded eagerly. 'Yes yes! as long as you do it exactly as I taught you, it'll be fine!' Dazai ushered him in your direction. Kunikida swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to look as relaxed as possible. You didn't notice your lover walking up to you until he cleared his throat. You looked up from you computer screen and lit up as you saw him. 'There’s an empty spot here and I'm waiting for you to fill it.' You said to him as you patted your lap. He had to bite his tongue to keep him from bailing on his plan, he looked behind him to see Dazai standing there with his thumbs up. Kunikida shook his head as he turned his attention back to you. You looked at him suspiciously. 'Is there something wrong, love? You seem nervous.' He shook his head. 'No, it's just that I think your father is a thief.' You looked at him with an offended expression. 'Excuse me? What did you say?' He immediately panicked as he saw your furrowed brows and fire filled glare. 'I-I mean that I think your father is a thief because he stole all the stars and put them into your eyes.' He blurted out. Your glare turned into a soft expression as you registered the flirty comment. He still stood there, Dazai laughing behind him. Kunikida was slowly turning more and more red as you smiled at him. 'That was very sweet, thank you.' You replied after an agonizing long silence. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he smiled back at you. He was never going to do this again.

Akiko Yosano

She can flirt, don't get me wrong, but her flirts are mostly medically related

in short: You don't understand them half the time

which makes you have the upper hand in a flirting contest

She'll laugh most of the time at your flirty remarks

Loves the dedication you put in them when you try to make her flustered

She doesn't get flustered easily

Only really gets embarrassed when you give her a sincere and simple compliment

She's a baddie, but immediatly turns into putty when you call her beautiful

It was your monthly dat night. You were waiting calmly for your girlfriend to finish up as you stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her. You knew how much effort she always put in her looks for you. But she could wear a plastic bag and be covered in mud and you'd still think God sent an angel your way. You smiled at the thoughts of your ethereal girlfriend as the stairs creaked, making you put your attention towards the sound. And there she was, the woman of your dreams in a beautiful purple dress and a face that could only be the definition of gorgeous. The corner of your lips lifted upwards as she descended the stairs towards you. 'I'm ready if you are.' She said, you couldn't take your eyes off her. 'I'm so lucky to be blessed with a beauty like you.' Your voice was soft and full of sincerity. She looked at you with those wide eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you saw her face redden. She pulled your arm and walked towards the door. 'Yeah, yeah. Let's go already.' You laughed as you opened the door for her. 'Anything for you.'

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

He's used to it because of his sister, but that doesn't mean he is immune to it

He still gets super red every time you hit him with a flirty remark

He can't flirt, but he always has the best compliments ready for you that'll make you speechless

He always does it at the most random times too

when you're wrestling to get a hamburger in he will just sigh dreamily and call you gorgeous or something and you'll look at him all confused with your cheeks puffed out because of the food

If you flirt with him + touch him you'll get bonus points, he will not know how to act if you do that

You two were just chilling on your lovers bed with each other: You had opted on doing a face mask while eating ice cream while your boyfriend was reading a book. You looked like shit, but you never cared how you looked when you were with him. You were just putting another spoon full of chocolate sweetness into your mouth as Tanizaki looked up from his book and at you with adoring eyes. Scanning your every feature and noted the way you scrunched up your nose as the cold ice cream touched your teeth. 'You are so perfect, you know that?' He said and you stopped eating, the spoon still in your mouth as you looked at him. You raised your eyebrows as it took a few seconds for you to function again. You took the spoon out of your mouth and swallowed the ice cream, suddenly very conscious about your looks. '...thanks?' You said with a questionable tone. He just hummed and stared at you longingly for a few more seconds before going back to his book. You looked at him, sighing at how adorable your boyfriend was. A mischievous smile crept onto your features as you thought of a way to repay his kind words. 'I would look even more perfect on top of you.' You giggled as it was now his turn to stop functioning.

-

I am not down bad for Yosano or anything pfff

[bnesszai]

Super short and sweet, written on my phone at lunch, contribution for Akutagawa's bday!

Akutagawa wakes up and already feels a headache pulsing at his temple.

Outside his bedroom, he can hear the organized mess of people who cannot manage to keep things a surprise if their lives counted on it. Someone shuffles. Someone else drops something. Higuchi fusses over somethinf he can't make out and Gin probably comes to her rescue. Someone yelps. Nakahara’s voice hisses, “Keep it down, dumbass, you're gonna wake him!” to which Tachihara's voice says, slightly quieter, “you're one to talk.” This is followed by more shuffling noises, a loud clang, and then Nakahara telling Hirotsu sorry.

Sighing, Akutagawa pushes himself out of bed. If the smell of something burning is anything to go off of, whatever is about to happen is inevitable.

Truly, he's surrounded by idiots.

Akutagawa opens his door and hears muffled voices and shushing noises as if they haven't already given themselves away.

Still, when he turns the corner and the five of them jump out with a destroyed looking cake, screaming “surprise!” Akutagawa can't help but smile.

~

After a long day of forced festivities, Akutagawa sits at the pier.

It was a fun day, he'll admit, even begrudgingly. It was a lot, though, very loud and busy. Now, he stares at his hand, wonders how those around him can hold onto him without being covered in death and blood. Were his hands made for such things? Wasn't the reason to live he was given built on destruction?

The sound of pounding footsteps draws his attention and he tenses.

“Akutu—” the voice stops next to him, panting.

Akutagawa looks over and blinks in surprise. Atsushi is there, doubled over, breathing hard. “Weretiger, why are you here?”

“I heard—” he stays bent, but looks up with a smile. A blinding, pure smile that threatens to eat Akutagawa whole. “I heard it was your birthday! I didn't want to miss it.”

Something seizes in Akutagawa’s chest. “You ran all the way here for that?”

“Yep!” Atsushi straightens and Akutagawa isn't sure that the red on his cheeks is just from exertion. He reaches into his pocket and then holds something out, eyes slipping shut as his smile grows impossibly gentle. “Happy birthday, Akutagawa.”

Akutagawa blinks at Atsushi's hands. Held out toward him is a small, travel size sewing repair kit.

Before he can say anything, Atsushi begins to ramble. “Just in case... you know what if your jacket gets torn and it messes with Rashomon. Though I guess the ability would fix it. But anyway, Kyoka said that this would probably help you out and I know you hate asking for help so—”

“Thank you,” Akutagawa says.

Atsushi shuts up quick. His head tilts to the side like he can't process what Akutagawa said.

“I won't be repeating myself,” Akutagawa mutters, feeling his face heat up. He grabs the kit from Atsushi's hands and if he lingers there, who's to say?

Afterall, in Atsushi's hands, Akutagawa's feel less tainted.

[detectiveyue]

I really love you y'know

-> random scenarios where they say I love you

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Fyodor

-

The documents littered on DAZAI'S desk remained untouched, pen long abandoned as the brunette found himself in his reverie. His eyes were squeezed shut in serene verity, gentle sighs parting him the longer his lovestruck stupor persisted. You had that effect on him reckoned, sending him soaring through his fascination with just a quick smile - one that had always envoked the urge to place kisses all over.

" Osamu, you're staring again." You bashly murmured, feeling his intense gaze of pure infatuation. His grin remained present, eyes softening as his daydreaming temporarily paused at the calling of your voice. Instinctively, he had arched forward, seeking to be closer to you.

" Am I?" He posed as a feign inquiry, that charming grin of his growing. "Why you can't you blame me, love. I'm in the presence of beautiful madien." He sighed in sincerity, clutching at his chest in a dramatic display but one that held merit to it.

You caused his normally controlled heartbeat to bounce out of rhythm, tickle his otherwise empty cavity with warmth that left him swooning for more.

You sent him a small smile before meekly looking away to mask the growing hue on your cheeks from his syrupy words. In that moment, Dazai found it hard to swallow as he took in your utterly adorable expression. His eyes wrinkled, love hearts practically dancing in his irises.

" God, I love you." He muttered under his breath, the newly familiar sensation of warmth flooding his cavity that had wilted in solitude for so long.

-

CHŪYA, in the moment, wasn't sure what had provoked him to say those words; was it a symptom if his intoxicated state, lips stained ruby from the champagne or was it simply being around you made his brain haywire, momentarily losing himself to all of you? Whatever yielded him to the make the declaration of love, was thing was certain, he had meant it.

You guided him carefully back into your shared bedroom, stripping away his coat and other accessories before helping him down on the futon. Chūya didn't resist, allowing you to tend to him as he wobbled close behind with sluggish shoulders.

He lazily interwines his hand with yours as you settle in the futon, his other draping over your stomach. Your touch was far sweeter than anything else, a lopsided smile etching on his face. His mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol, the only coherent structure if thought was entrily consumed by you. The way you slave your hands through his hair in tangent motions made him release a deep sigh.

His fingers were fiddling with your hemline, seeking out bare skin and pressing his pads against it. " I love you." His voice was low, barely audible, drowsiness evident but gentle as he fluttered his eyelashes at you. His brain was too much in a mush to make out what you said next, your words slurring into syllables in his head, your soft voice echoing in his ears.

He wasn't looking forward to the hangover, but if he was being tended to by the person he loves most, then perhaps it would be so bad. Maybe he'll get some kisses along the way too.

-

The way RANPO'S gaze lit up was clear as day when you presented him the box of fresh cookies, the aromatic scent wafting his nostrils that left him bouncing in apprehension. He wasted little time and munched on of the cookies, switching between consuming the treat and peppering your face in kisses. Your kisses felt so much sweeter, he inwardly noted as he spread a dozen anew along your cheeks.

Your giggled and nudges were futile at stopping him, his lips naturally recoil back to your face with each feeble attempt. Crumbs were smeared along his lips, the taste of the delicacy brushing along your own. The way he gazed at you, green irses wide was enough to warm up more than the freshly baked cookies did. His grin was stretched so wide, his cheeks were going to ache later.

" I love you." He murmured with each peck, voice reverberating along your cheeks, temples, and lips. " Love love love you." He murmured again, running his fingers along your forearm to bring you closer.

" You love me only because I bought you cookies." His brows furrowed at the comment, a pout coming to his lips as his hands pinched another cookie. Rather than eating it for himself, however, he brought the treat to your lips.

" Don't be ridiculous, my darling. I love you for more than any of these treats. I shall replenish this cookie to you as proof of that." He declared, his pout morphing into a grin as he fed you the cookie promptly follkwed by 'say ahh'. He leaned forward to press your lips against his, kissing away the crumbs.

" But if you ever want to want to buy me cookie again, I greatly encourage it."

-

" Hey y/n," His voice broke through a silnet soothing ambiance of your shared room, ringing in the air as snuggled beside you. He shuffled closer to you, seeking out your wamrth.

You hummed in acknowledgment, and ATSUSHI could feel himself smiling. You took note of how his grip over your hand tensed up, eyes shifting around before hesitantly landing on your face.

The room had gone quiet before he spoke again.

" I love you." Normally, when he had made such declarations, his face was vibrant hue, words shaky as his palms trembled - his body surrendering to the overhealming bubbling affections in his chest. Now, however, the words came out steady, a serene expression taking on his face - a blush was still present, and you made out a faint quivering of his lips. And in truth, his heart erratically raced in his chest.

" I just wanted you to know." He added more shyly than before. His fingers traced random shapes along the exposed portion of your thighs, circles followed by a square, then a triangle.

You lifted yourself to lean against him. He couldn't help but shudder when your finger skimmed over his exposed collarbone, resting against his sternum. His heart was no doubt resonating in your ears, pounding against his chest from the intimacy. His hand went to cup the back to your head, pinching the strands.

" I love you too 'Sushi." You mumbled in sincerity, snuggling into his embrace. His body quivered slightly, giving your interwined hand a gentle squeeze. There was still so many unspoken words lingering on the tip of his tongue, sugared endearment threatening to brust.

He tilted his head to plant a kiss to your forehead; trying to keep his voice steady. " Thank you."

-

KUNIKIDA thumbed through the familiar pages on his notebook, familiar handwriting starring back at him. The office was empty save for himself and yourself, sitting across from him, fiddling through the documents on your desk.

He indulged himself a moment to bask in your presence, for once selfishly succumbing to a mild reverie as he took in your details. Your foucsed visage as you reviewed over the information, the slight sigh that left you caused he arch forward for a second to catch more of your melodic sounds.

He couldn't suppress a smile when you feebly tugged on the collar of your sleeves or drummed your hands along the surface of your desk in concentration. It wasn't long until the clicking of your pen congealed with the ambiance. With anyone else, he would have reprimanded them for such vexing emotions, yet coming from you, it encouraged him to linger for a moment longer.

God - he had to suck in a breath as the sun bathed you just right, light dust particle dancing along your frame and empathizng each part of you. He was tremendously smitten with every part of you.

When he dropped his gaze back down to his hands, it hadn't even crossed his mind that his fingers continued to fiddle with the pages on his notebook. His gaze softened as he read the words; 'his ideal partner.'

His eyes skimmed over the page despite knowing the information like the back of his hand. Some of the details listed were reflected in you, and other qualities weren't. And he was okay with that.

A hum reverbated from his throat, his body straightening. With one hand still clutching the notebook, he reached out for his pen, deftly positioning it on the page. He started to rewrite some of the contents, scratching out characteristics and replacing them with one's you housed - even had it stray from his ideals originally, he was still infatuated with it.

In a rare uncharacteristically display, his fingers - almost by impulse - scribed a sentence onto the parchment. A precise and neat "I love you" was etched at the end of the paper. He couldn't help but run his finger over it, noting the light dip.

Even being the great detective he is, he can hardly start to figure the effect you had on him.

Not that he minded of course.

-

[ficharsimp]

Flustering them

Atsushi, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Chuuya

Atsushi

He loses the ability to speak. As soon as a bold compliment leaves your lips, he freezes and instantly feels his face turn red. Not a second later, in his panicked and disheveled state, he'd start spewing nonsense; stuttering and stumbling over his words, which makes him even more embarrassed, which causes him to babble more, and this unfortunate cycle continues until he shuts down and hides his burning face in his palms.

Kunikida

Mans just straight up malfunctions. Unlike Atsushi, he can't even get one word out and simply stands there, eyes comically wide and face redder than a tomato. Internally, he's screaming, and his mind is racing. You'll probably have to snap his fingers in front of him or gently shake him to bring him back.

Akutagawa

He remains composed, for the most part. He'd only look at you in disbelief, while his face and ears slowly turn pink. If you say something very daring, he'll burst into a coughing fit and refuse to look you in the eye.

Chuuya

His jaw will drop and he will look away, his face burning red. He'd clear his throat, trying to regain composure, and mutter "Damn, feeling quite bold today, aren't we". But don't be fooled, he is very much affected. His heart is beating at 100 mph and butterflies erupt in his stomach.

[ssamie]

nine. “partners in crime and suicide”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentons of suicide & breaking into arcades

masterlist.        suicide freak!

"thank you for having us!" fukurodani exclaimed as they bowed. it was the end of their three-day practice match, and fukurodani was about to leave and were waiting for their bus. 

"hey hey hey!" bokuto called out. he waved his arms around, trying to get y/n's attention, all while akaashi quietly stood beside him. 

she chuckled and jogged over to the boy. "hey to you too, bokuto" she mused 

"y/n-chan! im gonna miss you!" bokuto said dramatically as he wrapped his beefy arms around her 

"i'll miss you too" she laughed "i'll be missing your awesome spikes, bokuto!" bokuto beamed from the praise and hugged her even tighter. "i know right! my spikes are awesome!" 

"you're too nice to him, y/n-san" akaashi commented 

"yeah, he's been thriving off your compliments for days" konoha snickered as he walked past  "he'll probably be down in the slumps once he can't hear you cheering for him anymore" 

bokuto pouted and rested his cheek on top of her head. "you're all so mean~" he whined 

"oi, oi, oi!" kuroo called out "bokubro, hands off our manager!" he glared playfully 

"no way!! join our team instead, y/n-chan!!" bokuto cried out as he squeezed her even tighter and swayed her around. "we already have two managers, bokuto-san" akaashi says as he tried to peel his huge arms off of her 

"we can have three!" bokuto countered 

"you can stick with two." kenma interjected. kenma stared him down, not talking nor blinking, silently waiting for him to let the girl go. 

"r-right!" bokuto smiled nervously. he let her go and sheepishly avoided eye contact with kenma. 

"kenma~" she cooed as she slithered her way towards him. "let's go out later" she suggested 

"where?" he asked 

"its a surprise, of course!" she exclaimed with a grin 

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?" 

"this is surprisingly nice.." kenma says as he pokes his mochi with his chopsticks 

y/n was sat across from him, a cup of tea in hand as she placed her mochi on his plate. "right? this is the usual restaurant the agency goes to" she said with a small smile 

kenma nodded and looked out the window as he chews on the sakura mochi. his cat-like eyes watched the cars and people pass by the streets. it was nearing night time, and the sky was slowly darkening, causing the street lights to turn on. 

"so, y/n.." he trailed off 

"hm?" she hummed back 

"why-" kenma stops himself, subconsciously letting out a tired sigh as he watched her pour some suspicious liquid into her drink. 

"what the hell are you doing?" kenma deadpanned as he watched her happily mix the contaminated tea. 

"shh! let me have my moment, kenma-kun!" she shushed him she giddily grasped the cup and brought it up to her lips. 

"y/n, stop that!" kenma exclaimed as he took the drink from her hands 

"what did you put in this?! it smells like death in a washing machine!" kenma gagged. he scrunched his nose up as he poured it out the window, emptying the cup before placing it back beside him, so she couldn't reach for it. 

"kenma! that was my suicide potion!" she cried out childishly 

"your suicide potion?" kenma deadpanned "that's stupid. please don't-" 

"dont worry though, i brought an extra one just in case!" she exclaimed "although it's just the chemicals so it'll probably sting my throat a bit" 

"how about you don't drink anything at all" kenma sighed. he shoved a mochi in her mouth and snatched the small bottle from her. 

"i thought we came here to have a peaceful meal, not so i could watch you die" he said "plus.. there's something i've been meaning to ask you" kenma said "but you just ruined the moment." 

"aw! are you finally agreeing to the double suicide?!" she asked with a huge grin. she took his hands in hers and intertwined their fingers together. "is that why you took the drink from me?" 

"you wanted to drink it together, didn't you?!" 

"no."

kenma shook his head and stared at their hands. more specifically, her bandages. "i wanted to know why you wore these bandages all the time.." he muttered 

he looked up to meet eyes with her. though, he soon panicked and frantically bowed his head in apology "i-i mean, if that's okay with you!" he shrieked "it's totally fine if you don't wanna tell me.." 

kenma gulped as she continued to stare at him with her (e/c) eyes and an unreadable expression. she then chuckled and pulled her hands away, stuffing them in her pockets as she leaned back on her seat 

"well, why do you think i wear them all the time?" she mused 

"um.. for injuries?" kenma replied, though he wasn't so sure of his answer 

she hummed and nodded along, not confirming nor denying it. 

"um, maybe for style?" he asked "though, you'd look perfectly fine without them" he said 

"would you like me not to wear my bandages?" she asked him 

"um well, no" kenma shrugged "i think it'd feel weird and new if i saw you without them" 

"maybe you just like bondage." she suggested with a straight face 

"i what??" kenma spluttered as a soft pink hue covered his cheeks "where did that come from?!" 

"i dunno, kenma-kun" she shrugged "maybe the reason you like seeing me in bandages so much is because-" 

"i don't wanna hear it." kenma groaned 

"also.. ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵘʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ?" he muttered bashfully 

she raised an eyebrow curiously as she asked him to repeat the question. 

"i asked.. who was that guy the other day?" kenma said much louder, much to his embarrassment 

"oh." she mumbled. just then, an evil grin formed on her lips as she giggled tauntingly. "oya oya~ why do you ask, kenma~" she teased as she poked on his cheeks 

"i- no reason, okay!" kenma exclaimed

he puffed out his reddened cheeks and looked down on his lap, letting his hair cover his face as he tried to ignore her teasing remarks "i just heard that he was your 'old partner' and i got curious" he said

"and how did you hear that, hm?" she smirked "were you spying on me?" 

kenma paled at the realisation of his slip up and groaned "well no- okay, kind of.." 

"we were just curious so we followed you.. but we stopped after you left the cafe" he admitted 

"hm, well his name is chuuya" she said with a fond smile "he's like a tiny chihuahua, and will probably bite you if you touch him" 

"oh.." kenma muttered "you guys seemed close..does he work for your agency too?" he asked 

she chuckled and shook her head. "no, no. quite the opposite of that, actually" 

"we're just old friends, i guess." she shrugged "we met at my old job"

"your old job?" kenma raised a brow "i kind of can't imagine you doing anything else, to be honest" 

"i mean, i wouldn't have believed you even worked as a detective if you didn't tell me yourself" he said with a soft laugh 

"well then, would you like to guess?" she asked with a smile. kenma blinked back, nodding as he pondered over his answer "well, i guess you could've been a.." he trailed off 

"um.." kenma groaned in frustration. he stared directly at her face, trying to think of a job suitable for her and her personality, though nothing came to mind. 

"dont bother burning your brain out, brat" a voice chimed in 

"yeah, y/n's old profession is still a mystery to us" another voice said 

kenma, along with y/n, looked back at the door to see kunikida and atsushi entering the cafe 

"oh! atsushi, weren't you aiming for the reward?" she chuckled "watch out, kenma might guess correctly before you!" atsushi panicked and rushed over to their side "was he close to the answer?!" atsushi shrieked 

"nope! but you can join the guessing game if you want!" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin 

"gladly!" atsushi exclaimed, pulling out a chair and setting it between them. "but just for context.." atsushi trailed off "the reward is still in tact right?" 

"yup! 700 grand for the correct answer!" she said with a laugh 

"700 grand?" kenma muttered "is the answer really that hard to guess?" 

"YES! THE ONLY PERSON WHO PROBABLY KNOWS IS RANPO-SAN AND-" atsushi cut himself off as he finally got a good look of kenma ".. youre that boy she's been obsessing about.." atsushi sweat dropped 

"y/n-san.." atsushi sent her a knowing glare, which she responds with an offended scoff 

"you hurt me, atsushi" she sighed "i asked him out, and he said yes! i didn't force him this time!" 

"what do you mean 'this time' ?" kunikida scowled "are you really pestering the poor boy?" kunikida said "sometimes it's like you're asking to be hit" 

kenma blinked as he watched them interact, slowly starting to feel awkward as the man in glasses continue to scold her while atsushi went back to guessing. 

"writer?!" atsushi guessed "nope!" 

"researcher!" ; "nooo!" 

"journalist!" ; "boo!" 

"fortune teller!" ; "wrong!~" 

"interpretor?!" ; "non, non~" 

"its all too random.." kenma commented as he, too, tried to think of the right answer 

"actor?!" atsushi shrieked "no! but.." she trailed off, placing her hands on her pink cheeks "that's flattering!" 

"y/n.." kenma muttered out. he reached over the table to tug on the sleeve of her coat. she screamed internally from his adorable act and faced him "yes?" she asked 

".. i wanna go to the arcade" kenma said with a pout 

she, quite literally, had to slap her chest repeatedly as she felt her heart beat faster. "kyANMAAA! YOU'RE SO CUTE!" she squealed "of course, we can go!" 

"well then, atsushi-kun, do you yeild?" she chuckled as she picked up the check from the table "well, i can't think of any more.." atsushi sighed defeatedly 

"then you can take our check!" she exclaimed as she sent him a cutesy smile. she shoved the bill into his hands and skipped away to the exit with kenma's hand in hers 

"wait! i don't have any money-" 

"bye-bye~" she waved as she closed the door 

"now then, let's get to that arcade" 

"y/n this is closed." kenma said with a sigh. they were currently standing infront of an arcade, obviously already closed, after walking for about half an hour 

"i know, kenma-kun! no need to state the obvious" she mused. she licked her lips as she continued fiddling with the lock, brows furrowing from concentration as she picked it open with a simple hair clip 

"so then why are we here??" kenma grumbled "we could've went to other ones that were open. and it's getting really late, you're lucky my parents aren't home for the week" he said 

"silly boy, it's not closed if the door is open, right?" she chuckled as she pointed to the arcade doors

"i wha- did you pick the lock?!" kenma whisper shouted  "this is illegal! we're literally breaking in!" he hissed out as he tried to run away 

though, she simply grasped his wrist and pulled him inside. "its fine, kenma! we'll just leave a note to the owner" she laughed carefreely "besides, it's not that big of a deal! we'll still pay for tokens!" she said with a smile 

kenma worriedly tiptoed inside, squinting his cat-like eyes as he tried to adjust to the dark. he slightly winced as bright, and colorful lights suddenly turned on. 

"oop- i found the power switch!" she announced "now then, what game should we play first.." she hummed to herself as she eyed each game

"this is it. i'm gonna die. we're gonna get arrested and i'll rot in the prison. thanks a lot." kenma chanted out. he nervously sat down on the seat infront of the screen which showed 'tekken' 

(bro i've never played that game before, and what do you call those huge metal box things with the games in arcades wtf ♀️)

 "i got tokens!" she exclaimed as she sat on the one across him.

"this is so wrong" kenma said with a shake of his head though despite that, he still reached out for the token and continued to play. 

after some time of pretty much trying out each game and tiring themselves out from the DDR machines by performing some embarrassing choreos. 

"okay, i kinda want that one" she said as she pointed to the cat plushy "why? there's one here that's so much bigger" kenma said as he pointed to the kuromi plushy which looked like it could swallow them whole 

"this cat looks like you." she defended "im gonna name him kyanma, won't that be cute?" 

"plus if we get this, we'll have enough tickets to get that game you want" 

staying true to her word, they didn't break or steal anything. so technically, they didn't commit a crime, right? well, only if you scratch out the breaking in part.. but that's okay. they had fun and that's all that matters, alright? 😃

"fine.." kenma mumbled as he plucked the plushy and the game off the shelf 

they threw the tickets on the counter, flashed the cctv cameras one last peace sign, and left. 

"i can't believe i just did that" kenma muttered out with a laugh "but it was fun. thanks for that, y/n" he smiled at her 

she blinked and stared at his side profile as they continued their walk home. "it was fun, yeah.." she chuckled 

"so.. how's it feel?" she mused "first crime in your record! do you feel like a misunderstood punk teen now?" 

"no, i feel like a criminal." 

"same thing!" she beamed with a grin 

she locked their arms together and gripped the plushy with her free hand, letting it dangle by her side as they walked "i just realized something.." she gasped 

kenma raised a brow and side eyed her "what is it?" he asked 

"we're now officially partners in crime and suicide!" 

"sure" kenma chuckled 

[ssamie]

eleven. “get your girl!”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.     suicide freak!

"was our sleepover fun, kenma-kun?" she chirped

"no. your place had suicidal traps and schemes littered all around" kenma sighed

she laughed at him as he continued to put on his shoes. kenma was forced to stay with her last night as per her request. and, of course, true to her word, they had loads of fun.

"it wasn't that bad" she pouted playfully

"there was a toaster in your bathtub, so i couldn't take a proper bath. and the only 'food' you have is a bottle of muriatic acid and candy" kenma deadpanned

"hey, i offered to feed you a full course meal!" she defended

"y-your body does not count!" kenma argued back. a faint pink hue was sploched on his cheeks as he refused to look at her.

"well whatever, let's go meet the others before we head out" she said. as the pair made their way to the agency's office, atsushi was already there along with kunikida. kenji was sleeping while ranpo was just munching on his snacks, like usual.

"good morning!" she chirped out in a la-di-da tone

"good morning, y/n-san" atsushi greeted back with a warm smile

"goomorwing" ranpo mumbled back, though it was muffled by the snacks in his mouth

"hehe, kunikida-kun~" she cooed out "were gonna head out now, kunikida-kun! we're borrowing your wallet for some pancakes on the way~"

kunikida clicked his tounge and stood up from his chair. he stomped over to her and snatched the wallet that somehow made its way into her hands. "no way in hell, you bandage-squandering-machine!" kunikida exclaimed

kenma simply stretched his arm out for her to fall onto as she dramatically screamed and stumbled back  "agh!" she exclaimed as she recoiled into an unamused kenma's chest

"n-nice nickname there, kunikida-kun" she let out a strained laugh "that stung... just a little"

"tch, if you got so much time wandering around then you might as well write a report about your capture by the port mafia" kunikida said

she chuckled lowly and spun around, only to be found sporting a serious and aloof expression "atsushi-kun." she called out

"yes?" atsushi perked up, his dual-toned eyes sparkling with determination

"write the report for me." she commanded in a serious tone

"hah?" atsushi huffed out

"well then, kenma-kun and i will be going! bye-bye~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye. kenma waved at them as they stepped out of the agency's office.

"oi! you better be back here after school, brat!" kunikida shouted. though his words were faint since they were already running off.

"well then, ready for school kenma?" she cooed

"no, i just wanna relax" kenma grumbled

"wasn't last night enough relaxation, pudding?" she mused with a sly smirk

"no, it wasn't" kenma shuddered "i told you i wasn't down to have ˢᵉˣ and yet-"

"oh, look at that! isn't that chuuya~" she cut him off with a playful grin "it seems he's not alone, akutagawa-kun is looking real tall compared to him" she hummed

by now kenma was just confused, frustrated and lowkey scared. "literally what?" he muttered "akutagawa..?" kenma muttered. "wait- isn't that the port mafia guy in the news?!" he whisper shouted

"he's still coughing up his lung like its no one's business" she chuckled as she waved her hand around "that boy really needs to invest in an inhaler or something.. or maybe some water will do.." she muttered to herself

kenma chose to ignore her as he simply tugged her arm and ran away towards the station. they scurried away all while trying not to be seen by the two men. "are you crazy?! weren't those the guys that took you?" kenma whisper shouted

"i remember you mentioning an akutagawa last night" he sighed "and not to mention that chuuya guy was there too."

"they're harmless" she reassured with a smile

"they're in the port mafia." kenma deadpanned "actually, can we please discuss the fact that you're affiliated with the mafia-"

"no." she said with a smile

"anyways, we should go.. nekomata-san said something about cleaning out the gym lockers"

kenma gaped at her as she started walking further, leaving him behind. all while sporting that goofy grin, acting as if she didn't just come across two mafiosos.

"fine, whatever.."

"what happened to you yesterday , y/n-senpai?" lev asked with a small smile

"oh nothing, lev" she chuckled dismissively "i just had a psychic tell me that if i jumped into the river near the village, my death would be guaranteed." she hummed out with a nod “so i decided to try it out" she grinned

"woah!! so did it work?" lev asked back

"lev you fucking idiot" yaku sighed

kuroo watched them and laughed along, leaving lev to fend for himself as yaku kicked his back. kuroo nudged kenma with his elbow, smirking suggestively as he wiggles his brows

"what kuroo." kenma sighed "soo.. how'd it go with your lady? hm?" kuroo grinned teasingly

kenma flushed a bright pink and buried his face into the collars of his jacket, so only his eyes could be seen. "i-it was.. yeah-" he stammered

"oya oya~ what's this supposed to mean?" kuroo sneered

"it means kenma here is a real treat in be-" she was cut off as kenma slapped her with the mop "no!" kenma shrieked flusteredly "were going away now!" was the only thing he said before dragging the girl into the lockerooms

"WHAT THE HELLSNKAKAJA" the team laughed and hollered as kuroo burst out into his hyena cackle

"wow kenma! you could've killed me with that mop" she laughed "do it again!"

"KYANMA IS ALL GROWN UP NOW!" kuroo laugh-cried "KYANMAAA HOW COULD YOU?! I WAS GONNA MARRY Y/N-CHAANN" yamamoto cried out

"stop teasing him guys, he'll get mad" kai sweatdropped as he tried to ease the team down

"yeah...so how's it feel to be one-upped by your best friend, mr.chemistry nerd?" yaku sneered as he held in his laughs

kuroo immediately stopped laughing as he sent yaku an unamused glare "HAH?! SHUT UP YOU GENETIC ANOMALY!" kuroo yelled at him

completely ignoring their loud voices, kenma and y/n arrived in the lockeroom and proceeded with the cleaning "i can't believe that just happened" kenma shook his head disappointingly

she chuckled and patted his back as they started cleaning out the lockers. "aww, don't be so down kenma-kun" she cooed

"i'll help you clean the lockers if that makes you feel better" she said as she hugged him from behind

"stop hugging me" kenma hissed at her "and that doesn't make me feel better because it's your job in the first place"

"anyways, look at lev's locker!" she said with an innocent whistle as she opened the locker.

"oya oya" she mumbled "lev is truly adorable.. but kind of.. strange, per say"

"what is it?" kenma asked. she snickered and pulled out an ungodly amount of cat food packed in tupperwares.

"what the hell." kenma sweat dropped "does he eat that or something?" kenma muttered while scrunching up his face

"i'd hope not, but let's leave this here" she chuckled "any ways.. how about checking out my locker?" she suggested with a smile as she skipped over to the locker in the furthest row

"aren't you curious to see what's in my locker, kenma-kun?" she cooed tauntingly

kenma sighed but followed her anyways "sure. part of me is, part of me isn't" he said

"here we go.." she paused dramatically as she pulled on the handle "tada!" she exclaimed as she slammed it open, presenting him a noose tied to a piece of wood which was stuck at the top.

"what the hell?!" kenma shrieked

"its a y/n-style suicide corner locker!" she announced excitedly

"i thought so, but that's creepy!" kenma exclaimed "not even the lockers are suicide-free"

"why?" kenma grumbled

"well you see, it's actually very convenient" she said "tip it over once you're done, and it instantly turns into a coffin!" she giggled menicingly

kenma sighed as he eyed her locker and her awfully enthusiastic grin. "please don't try to sell it to me like some time-saving product" he said

she then huffed out a breath of air and slyly smirked as she pushed the locker close "geez, im getting bored.. aren't you, kenma?" she said with an exaggerated sigh

"you show off your locker and now you're content?!" kenma scoffed in disbelief

she grinned mischievously and skipped away "why don't we ditch this place and go have some ramen?" she proposed

"we just got here like two hours ago" kenma said "and im pretty sure nekomata-san won't let us go just like that"

"aw, cmon! come with me, kenma-kun~ i wanna eat with you~" she whined out

"fine, fine" kenma groaned "just cover for me if i end up getting scolded"

"of course!" she beamed at him. she then threw away the unused cleaning supplies, confidently striding out the door, leaving the locker room as dirty as it was before

"oya oya~ did you have fun in there?" kuroo asked teasingly

"yup!" she replied "in fact, we had so much fun that we decided to expand our dopamine-inducing activities all the way into the ramen shop downtown!"

the team sweat dropped as she started shamelessly marching off to the gym's exit, dragging along kenma, who now had his nose buried in his game

"wait, y/n-san" nekomata stopped her. she froze mid step and slowly turned back around, sending the coach a nervous smile "yes?" she asked

"before you go, we need to discuss a few things for future tournaments" nekomata said "were gonna need some new tactics, so maybe you can suggest something?" he said

"hmm, i'll do some research later on" she hummed out

"but we're gonna be playing against fukurodani and nohebi then right?" shibayama chimed in "oooh~ i've never heard of this 'nohebi' you speak of" she cooed out in amusement

"i would've guessed" kuroo said "daisho's face would be enough to kill you, it's crazy!" he chuckled

y/n's eyes glimmered as she shook kenma's shoulders excitedly "seriously?!"

"no, and that was supposed to be a bad thing" kuroo chuckled, a fond smile resting on his lips as he watched her deflate at his words

"oh, i've got it!" she piped up "i know what we should do!" she smirked up at the team, her eyes basically sparkling as she looked at them as if she held all the answers in the world.

"let's just give up and die" she exclaimed

nekoma looked at her with blank smiles, nodding along as her confident smile never leaves her lips "let's not do that" nekomata butted in "instead, we need to practice more"

"so kenma, y/n.. since you two are going out anyways, go ahead and buy the team some snacks when you return"

while nodding enthusiastically, she practically bolted out of the gym, dragging kenma along by his collar like a cat

"y/n, let go of me" kenma grumbled as he struggled to play his game

she simply ignored him and took one of his hands anyway. she intertwined their fingers while she swings their arms back and forth

"i lost" kenma sighed in defeat as he pocketed his phone he looked down at their hands and smiled, letting her swing their arms around like a child while she sings some strange 'suicide song'

"are you sure you're supposed to be wandering around after what happened to you?" kenma asked "i mean, i didn't believe you at first about the mafia thing, but obviously you weren't lying.."

she chuckled and shook her head "oh please" she sneered "what do you expect is gonna happen? you really think they'd approach me in broad daylight-"

she cut herself off as she saw chuuya and akutagawa walking towards their direction

"nevermind. they are indeed approaching me in broad daylight"

kenma didn't react much, but his hand squeezed hers tighter and he ducked his head down in a way of hiding himself. y/n glanced worriedly at him before meeting eyes with chuuya

"kenma, is running from mafiosos perhaps listed in your bucket list?" she asked playfully

"no.. why-"

"well then cross that shit off because we're gonna need to run"

"i wanna go back" kenma panted out "all this running isn't good for my teenager body" he whined

"we ran like three blocks, kenma" she laughed softly

"thats too much" he pouted

they finally arrived at their initial destination, the ramen shop which they planned to eat at. "im so tired" kenma muttered as he rested his head on the table. while, across from him, y/n was sat, playing with the ends of his faux blond hair while she waits for their food to arrive

"ma'am, sir, here's your food!" the waitress announced as she stands before them, holding a tray of two ramens

"thank you, belladonna~" y/n cooed at her, making the girl giggle

"damn. didn't know girls like her were your type" kenma commented as he loudly slurps at his noodles. he narrowed his eyes at her, grumbling to himself while y/n unbotherdly eats her food

"well, i like all women kenma-kun" she said "but she, especially, looked like someone to agree on a double suicide"

"what about men." he asked

"it depends" she shrugged "for example, you would probably never say yes to a double suicide proposal.."

"but i bear with it because you're cute <3"

"oh okay."

a wave of comfortable silence washed over them as they continued eating, with y/n blurting out jokes here and then

"kenma-kun.." she suddenly piped up, her tone was guarded, almost as if she was on edge "yes..?" kenma answered back hesitantly

"it seems there's something inevitable in my agenda" she sighed

"huh? what is it?" kenma asked worriedly

she then stood up and smiled sheepishly at him "i gotta go to the bathroom!" she exclaimed. kenma deadpanned, though he sighed in relief as he watched her make her way to the comfort room

just as he was about to pull out his phone, somebody had cleared their throat. well, it was more like coughing for half a minute straight, but let's not get into that.

"so it's you." akutagawa muttered in a low tone

"um.. can i help you.." kenma muttered back nervously

he gulped as he fiddled with his twitching hands. it was no mistaking that the man dressed in all black was akutagawa himself. he's made quite a name for himself after appearing in quite a few news articles and headlines.

"i don't get what y/n-san sees in you" akutagawa scoffed

kenma furrowed his brows but didn't say anything back. his glare alone was enough to leave him shaking in displeasure and anxiety. kenma could feel akutagawa's hatred, anger, and jealousy practically eating at him.

"tch. first that wretched tiger, and now you. as far as my respect goes for her, this is just sad." akutagawa said with a scowl "her standards in subordinates and companions have gone down the drain." akutagawa sighed

kenma took in a breath of air and opened his mouth to speak. "um.. are you-"

"dont speak to me, you pest" akutagawa snarled at him "your existence is not only a disgrace to society, but your presence around me is displeasing and disgusts me to the core."

kenma didn't speak after that. why would he? this actual criminal just called him a pest and a disgrace, after all.

in all honesty, all kenma could think about was:

'what is with that vocabulary?'

"oh my, couldn't you tell this was the ladies bathroom?" she chuckled as she made eye contact with chuuya through the mirror "or were you too short to see the sign?" she teased

chuuya scoffed and locked the bathroom doors, making sure no one was inside and that no one could enter.

"what do you want, chuuya?" she asked, her bubbly smile dropping as she leaned back against the sink

"isn't it obvious?" chuuya replied

"no not really" she shrugged, laughing under her breath as she eyes him suggestively "is it because you wanna make out? go for a quickie? or-"

"SHUT UP! as if i'd wanna do that with you!" chuuya yelled at her

"oh please, you act as if i'd want to as well" she scoffed "the only thing i actually like about you is maybe your taste in shoes" she hummed

chuuya blinked dumbfoundedly at her words, as he looked down to inspect his shoes. "you think?" he muttered quietly

"just kidding, ofcourse" she sneered

"you-!" chuuya yelled in aggravation as he went in to kick her head, but sadly missed as she ducked down

"give it up" she sighed "just tell me what you want and let's leave each other be" she said

chuuya clicked his tongue and pulled out a back envelope sealed with wax. "boss wants to give you this." he said, handing her the envelope "said something about claiming back your place as executive"

she smiled in amusement as she inspected the paper. "is that so.." she trailed off. she turned around to turn the tap on, letting the water run as she placed the envelope under it, letting it soak and slowly break away.

"well, tell mori-san that i appreciate the welcoming invitation, but i'd have to say no" she said

chuuya's eye twitched at her answer, feeling himself feel dissatisfied and angered. "tch, what the hell, asshole?" chuuya exclaimed as he grabbed her by the collar of her nekoma uniform

"oya? is something wrong, chuuya?" she asked calmly

"why won't you come back?! you're gonna waste your damn life rotting away in that agency!" he exclaimed with gritted teeth "you'll have everything back in the mafia! why won't you come back!"

"we can be partners again!"

she didn't answer, but simply stood still, letting him crumple her shirt in his balled fists as he let out ragged breaths. the sound of the still running water filled the air.

"chuuya.."

she sighed and pried his hands off of her, turning around to turn off the faucet before facing him once again. "i joined the agency in accordance to a dear friend's advice." she said "i was told i'd find a my reason to keep living, and more so the path to clear my mind of evil and good."

"being with you again would most definitely be wonderful"

chuuya looked up at her, his throat drying up as he watched her take off a small golden star pin from her school tie. he didn't stop her as she started placing it on his coat. nor did he stop her when she placed a small kiss on the back of his hand.

"but maybe in another life, we could be partners once more" she chuckled

"that pin suits you" she said "it matches with your hair. keep it on, alright?"

it was all she said before walking off, opening the door and closing it behind her, leaving him alone with the faint sounds of dripping water. chuuya looked in the mirror, fiddling with the pin with his hands.

"tch. another life, my ass" he scowled, wiping off the tears that brimmed his eyes

"why the hell do i have to wait that long?"

as she stepped out of the comfort room, she walked back to the table she and kenma were sitting at, only to find him literally itching to run off. as kenma made eye contact with her, he immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door

"woah woah! calm your horses, pudding" she chuckled "what's wrong?"

"what's wrong is the fact that akutagawa came up to me and literally started degrading and insulting me???" he exclaimed

"what?" she asked with furrowed brows

"he was badmouthing me with really deep words and insults! like, i didn't even know what some of the words meant.." kenma grumbled "im so glad he left after like five minutes"

"also, what took you so long?" kenma asked her "i got caught up in a conversation with an old friend, that's all" she answered nonchalantly

"right.." kenma nodded, though he wasn't convinced. he took notice of her crinkled shirt and collar, as well as the lone pin that she always wears, which was now missing.

"y/n? can we just go back please?" kenma pleaded

"of course, kenma" she said with a smile "im sorry you had to deal with akutagawa-kun"

"its fine.. i just wanna go back" he said in a dismissive tone

the walk back to nekoma was quiet. they had stopped by a nearby gas station for some snacks to give to the boys, but other than that, no one really talked.

"im gonna ask kuroo something" kenma said before he walked off

she simply nodded with a raised brow as she watched the pudding head march up to his best friend

"y/n-senpai!" inouka called for her. shaking her head, she disregarded kenma and rushed over to the first years.

"kuroo, i need advice." kenma blurted out "oya oya? what kind of advice?" kuroo asked back

"the y/n kind" kenma groaned

"we went out to eat but at some point she went to the bathroom.." kenma started

"i asked her why she took so long, and she told me she talked to a friend. but im pretty sure it's that chuuya person"

kuroo crossed his arms as he looked at his friend questioningly "what makes you say that?" he asked

"we ran into him for a quick moment, then i saw the guy with him at the ramen shop" kenma answered vaguely

"well.. i dunno much about what happened but.." kuroo trailed off "i think theres really only one thing you could do" the bedhead captain said

"and that is?"

"confess your feelings, duh!" kuroo whisper shouted

"i-i don't have feelings for her!" kenma whisper shouted back

"you did not just say that, oh my fucking god" kuroo groaned out in aggravation "you're literally asking me for love advice because you got jealous over an old acquaintance of hers" kuroo deadpanned

"i never said i was jealous.." kenma muttered sheepishly "you don't need to say it, i could already tell" kuroo laughed at him "but seriously, kenma.." kuroo mused, a huge grin creeping up onto his lips as he slapped his hand on kenma's back

"go get your girl!"