Protective Men
warnings: cursing, a little violence, creeps
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I can see Dazai as the type to carefully watch as the client you've been working with leans a little too close to you. He may be across the room but he still follows the man's every move. You wave off a few subtly flirtatious remarks and glance over at Dazai. When he sees the man 'accidentally' brush a hand on your back, he's had enough, leaving his chair and strolling over to the two of you.
"You need any help, sweetheart?"
Your client is less than pleased with his presence, "We're fine, thank you."
"You're flirting with them, aren't you?" His voice is calm and low, but his tone has a clear edge of warning.
The man scoffs, "As if that's any of your business."
"They're a little busy with your case right now. You should be focused on that."
"I don't think I was hurting anything."
"That's not the point. They're working. They don't need you to distract them." Dazai replies, still calm but firm. "Atsushi! Come take this case!"
The silver-haired boy comes in, a look of concern on his face. "What's going on?"
"Nothing" Dazai replies with a smirk, "This fellow has a case for you."
Atsushi nods and takes over while Dazai takes you by the arm and leads you out of the office. "I didn't like that at all."
"I can see that," you smile as you two walk into the cafe. "But now I've lost a case..."
"You didn't need it. I've seen his file. You're more suited for missions than simple tasks. It's good practice for Atsushi." He sips his coffee. "Besides, he was too comfortable with you, and I don't like random people getting too close to you."
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I imagine Chuuya biting his tongue to keep himself from telling off the man whose eyes were all over your figure. The Port Mafia had all kinds of weirdos come in and out, but this one in particular must not have known who he was dealing with.
When you get up to leave, the man grabs you by your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"
Chuuya instantly stands and swiftly places a knife up to his throat. The man lets you go, holding his hands above his head. "Keep your fucking hands off of them."
"I wasn't gonna do anythi-"
Chuuya interrupts him by knocking him out. The man has an important role for now in the mafia, so he couldn't kill him yet.
"Come on." You follow him back to his office. He shuts the door behind him and sits at his desk. "Look at me."
You sit down across from him.
"If anything happens like that again with anybody here, you let me know first, understand?"
You nod.
"That shit pisses me off more than anything, especially when it comes to you."
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trips falls my bsd fanart dazai osamu falls out of my pocket
anyway take this as a get better thing for dazai i hope your brain recovers from a (presumable) gunshot wound to the head 🙏
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