i have once again become absolutely insane about the odazai scene in bar lupin bc like. dazai is never this sincere, this open. as a general rule he is more open and genuine with oda than he is with other characters, but even then the beast lupin scene was a whole different level. and what gets me is this is all coming from a place of such sheer desperation. dazai, at the end of all that he's wrought, finds himself so desperately wanting, so desperately hoping, that oda will understand why he did what he did, that oda will see where he's coming from. he prepared for this, he literally bet on the fact that oda would not know him, would not care about him, would not like him or consider him a friend bc that's what dazai had to do to keep him safe, to keep the world where he can live and write novels from disappearing. and yet, faced with the actuality of that exact situation he's created... dazai can't help but beg oda to understand the reason for his actions
he wanted this. he planned for this. and as hard as that was for him to do, i don't think he could have ever fathomed how much it would hurt to truly be confronted with the reality of it
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Beast au odz where dazai wears his gloves bc if he touches someone their memories break and they remember canon
Beast oda who touches dazai in lupin and remembers dying and doesn’t understand how they got here
Dazai trying so hard to not have oda touch him he’s doing everything he can to keep Oda from making that skin on skin contact, but oda grabs his wrists and pulls him close probably to restrain him or say something
Dazai’s terrified when he see’s oda’s eyes shift. The way his grip loosens up. “Dazai?” Dazai tearing up because oda’s voice is so soft this time when he says his name.
Dazai who is in so much pain because everything he did just became undone
Maybe oda doesnt remember his beast life at all
And dazai has to explain that yes, oda did die. Yes, technically he did follow oda’s last words to him. Yes, he did go back to what he knew if it would mean oda could live.
No, neither of them can swap sides without it all falling apart
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Odium.
"I love you."
Dazai scoffed, turning his face away from the other man. "Stop."
Odasaku nosed his bandaged neck, his lips grazing against the brunet's exposed skin. "But I do love you."
His voice was hoarse on Dazai's ears, and the closeness of their bodies was making him restless. "You cannot say that type of stuff, Odasaku."
And he felt little, when a hand softly grabbed his chin and tilted his head down so he could meet those blue eyes he was trying so hard to avoid. "Why not?" The man asked, his gaze burning intensely, forcing a knot on Dazai's throat.
"Because it's not true."
Oda chuckled, deep, and a little jeering, releasing his hold on Dazai's jaw. "Is it not? You don't get to decide that for me Dazai."
It was like all air had been punched out of his system by those words. Decide? No, Dazai was sure, he was not just making stuff up.
"Stop." He said, a second time, but his tone didn't sound as sure as before, more of a pleading note betraying his fashion.
The man sighed, and rested his head on the younger's shoulder, his hand sneakily taking a hold of Dazai's. "Why can't you trust me?"
And maybe his intentions weren't breaking his heart, but he could hear it shatter from inside, echoing inside his ears and shutting everything off around him.
This wasn't a matter of trust. The problem was him, always him. Odasaku couldn't love someone like him, who could only give pieces of himself in hopes it would be /enough/. But it wouldn't be enough, not for Oda, at least, because Dazai wished he could give him more — more than he could give, more than the other deserved.
He was not capable of that. He was not capable of /love/.
"Stop." His voice came out strained, a pathetic reflection of the feelings pooling on his chest.
But once again, Oda proved to be a good diver. Not even that, he was willing to drown in there, if necessary.
Dazai hated him.
"Dazai."
"Stop." He interrupted, before another word could be said. But Oda just smiled at him, tenderly like he had always done it before.
"Dazai."
He could feel his heart twist ugly in his chest, slowly being torn apart by the hands of the man sitting next to him.
"Stop stop stop, I don't want to hear it, shut up!"
"Osamu."
The mention of his name seemed to make his head spin and his thoughts calm down for a minute. His sight was clouded, but he could clearly feel the way Odasaku's hand had moved up to his cheek to cup his face.
"I love you."
And it was true. It was true it was true it was true. Dazai knew it was true. But he still felt the need to hide, run away, and never come back.
He hated him.
"You don't have to say it back, you know?" He murmured softly, as if he just knew what Dazai was thinking. "You don't have to say anything, actually. It's fine. I don't need an answer."
"I hate you." He said, surprising even himself when he said it out loud. "You're not being fair, Odasaku."
The red haired laughed, letting his forehead rest against the other's.
"I know, I'm sorry." But he didn't sound apologetic at all.
"I hate you." Dazai repeated, this time more clearly, looking up at Oda's eyes with resolve. "I hate you so much."
Oda's lips tasted faintly of alcohol and cigarettes and felt soft against his own, just like Dazai always imagined they'd be. Even better.
"I hate you." He whispered against his lips, against his smile.
Oda grabbed Dazai by the back of his neck, and dragged his closer by the waist, until their bodies were flush against each other. "I'm glad."
And he kissed him again, this time more tenderly, slowly, softly. Taking his time to remember the way their lips felt against each other, how his hand felt on Dazai's waist, how Dazai's hands felt on his chest.
"I love you."
Dazai bit his lip. "Shut up."
Oda obeyed, and kissed him once more.
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