#ranpo x oc

[god-shit-girl-art]

oH FUCK- *trips and falls scattering a stack of papers on the floor* *you pick up one of the papers* UHH UHHH ITS ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

*you look at me with disgust*

I...i just think we'd be really good friends....thats all......

(Also i made this cape a lil too short cause im stupid🤪

[dazaiizm]

꒦꒷ 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 ﹒₊‧

featuring — dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, akutagawa ryunosuke, akagi angeline (oc)

summary — forced proximity headcanons.

warnings — bsd x oc: dazai x oc, ranpo x oc, ryunosuke x oc, forced proximity, slight sexual tension, outright smut in akutagawa’s, angeline is in her port mafia days in akutagawa’s (both are of age obviously), fluff, japanese honorifics used

notes from dazai’s star: forced proximity prompts were found in this pinterest post <3 also ignore the banner looking wonky </3 i tried my best. also osaline’s writing bit is loosely based off ‘angeline’ by chase atlantic (which is what her name is based off of) also uhhh ranpo’s was created by me

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝑶𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑼

♥︎— dazai and akagi were on a mission, and they were met with some ‘horrible’ news

♥︎— there was only one bed

♥︎— the couch wasn’t too big either, at least not enough to lay down on

♥︎— it was almost like fate was pushing them together

♥︎— when they decided to head to bed, osamu kept a respective gap between angeline

♥︎— even with them sleeping together before and their tension, they were still scared to be close to each other

♥︎— it was when akagi flipped over and started skimming her fingers over his back and neck that he finally turned his attention to her

♥︎— he moved closer to her, leaning his forehead against the blonde’s

“i love you, osamu,” she uttered out, running her nails along his knuckles. he gulped. “but i understand if you don’t like me,” she quickly said. “angel-chan, i love you, but…just find someone to take my place. he might just have your sense of humor, he might just be as equally insane.”

her eyes widened. “no! osamu, i only want you,” she said frantically, grabbing onto his button-up.

osamu winced. he wasn’t the right fit for angeline, he thought. she needed someone who healthy but obsessed with her. she needed that kind of love.

dazai was more than capable of giving her that love, however. he just didn’t want to end up destroying her somehow. he wasn’t a perfect person, and he didn’t want that to affect her.

angel-chan kissed him like her life depended on it, soon leaving both of them breathless. leaning against his forehead, they both breathed heavily.

“osamu-san,” she said, getting on top of him. “i wanna be yours forever.” the pleading look in her eyes convinced osamu enough—if one of them goes down, then both of them go down together. they would be in this until the end.

“okay angel, i’m yours.”

𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑷𝑶

♥︎— angeline and ranpo were tasked with a mission involving a small gang

♥︎— as soon as they made it to the designated location, they were immediately knocked unconscious.

♥︎— one of the gang members had an ability to disguise his footsteps, making them silent

♥︎— when they woke up, they were in a room with a heavy, locked door

♥︎— luckily, the gang wasn’t too smart and the room had reception

♥︎— angeline notified kunikida and dazai about their whereabouts and they set off as soon as possible

♥︎— the room was small, causing the two to keep close to each other

angeline shivered at the cold room. “here, borrow my cape,” he offered, beginning to take it off. “no, i don’t want you to get cold—” “don’t worry about it, angel-chan,” he said, winking.

the flirty move made her flustered, looking down as her cheeks tinted pink. ranpo thought she looked adorable in his cape, almost wanting to see her in it more.

“you look cute,” he mentioned, smirking to himself. her cheeks grew redder. “thank you,” she said embarrassed. “no need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. i’m just telling the truth.”

“ranpo-san,” she muttered, leaning in. she kissed him and cupped his face. he guided her onto his lap and made out with her. they were both breathing heavily as they sloppily made out with each other.

angeline let out slight moans as ranpo trailed down and kissed her neck. their hands ran through each other’s hair, causing a mess in both their hairs.

“i hear footsteps,” she quickly gasped, swiftly pulling out of ranpo’s tight grasp. the door opened and kunikida and dazai appeared. the men’s eyes widened at their state—their lips puffy and hair messed up as they awkwardly stared at the ground.

“you’re both on the clock, you know! be more professional next time!” kunikida snapped, an angry expression on his face.

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝑹𝒀𝑼𝑵𝑶𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬

♥︎— after a night of passion, angeline and ryunosuke walked into the port mafia meeting together, raising eyebrows

♥︎— only one major inconvenience

♥︎— there was only one seat left

♥︎— unfortunately, this was the only option

♥︎— mori suggested to sit on ryunosuke’s lap

♥︎— angeline shuddered at his sudden appearance in front of them, causing akutagawa to pull her closer

♥︎— when dazai walked in, his eyes widened at the sight

♥︎— he huffed and returned to his designated seat

akutagawa’s hands trailed up to grip her waist possessively. wanting to tease her a bit, he thrusted his hips up. she jolted and gasped, looking around to see if anyone noticed.

he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting anymore, rubbing soft circles around her clothed clit.

she squeezed her eyes shut, grinding against his fingers. “so you’re into this, hmm? what a dirty little slut,” he whispered in her ear. “ ‘m, i’m not,” she whimpered, but her voice defeated her defensive words.

ryunosuke looked around, then pecking a kiss on her neck. “you’re such a tease, ryu-san,” she whispered, looking down with closed eyes. “but you like it though, i can feel how wet you are,” he cooed, pressing hard against her soaked panties.

he teased her the entire meeting, which was a couple hours. she held onto the promise he made of fucking her good later.

however, they were tasked with a mission together. but, they were both way too horny to get to it immediately.

[lazyislays]

Candy fell on ranpo oh no 😱

And here is an oc sheet i did for her like... Last year or smth 💀

More doodles below!!

[bsdw-ccraccs]

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4*

Borne back ceaselessly into the past

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Chapter 4

  Song: 

After Dark

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Outside of the agency, the sound of a helicopter coming down alerted everyone, and woke up Aeris. Yosano stood up as he sits up from the stiff bed, Jun’ichiro’s voice is heard from the hallway.

“You’ve all got to come see this!” 

 ┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓

 TimeSkip

 In the ADA

   President's office

┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛

“How nice to finally meet you! President Fukuna.” The blond male, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, smiles towards the president of the ADA, a silver briefcase in between them, to guild members standing respectfully behind the Guild’s leader.

“Uhhh… Fuzuka??” 

“Fukuzawa,” His deep voice corrects the American’s mispronunciation of his name, his eyes closed and arms crossed.

“That’s it!” the blond points, “Oh! We parked our chopper on a nearby highway. Was that alright?”

“What is it you want to discuss,” The president stays in the same position, the only movement being of his mouth as he speaks, “You've journeyed across the world to come here, speak your mind.”

Tea is placed near the silver briefcase, “My~ this is a rare specimen,” Fitzgerald grabs the tea cup in his hand, eyes curious, eyebrow raised, “I don’t recognize this style of porcelain, what is the brand of this set? Royal Blanc?” 

He lifts the cup above his face, looking at it bottom to top, top to bottom. “Or perhaps, El Zelga.”

Naomi, standing behind the president’s couch, responds. “It’s from the ceramics store next door,” Fitzgerald takes a sip of the tea, before handing it over to one of the characters standing behind him.

“My apologies.. Please call me Francis old sport, I insist,” he looks up, a mischievous smile on his lips, “I’m the leader of the guild, we are headquartered in North America! I personally own three conglomerates, five hotels, an airline, a university-”

“Mr.Fitzgerald,” Fukuzawa cuts him off, the blond leans back, a slight pout on his lips, “I’ve received reports that you issued a bounty to encourage the Port Mafia to attack us…” Fukuzawa looks up, a strong glare staring back at Fitzgerald, “Are they true?”

Fitzgerald smiles “Ye-es, that was a big mistake on my part.”

“To think such a famed criminal group would be so incompetent,” The blonde leans forward, crossing his arms across his knees, winking at Fukuzawa, "To make amends, I bring you a business proposal.”

Outside of the office, both Yosano and Aeris wait to be able to speak to the president, though being able to listen in to the serious conversation between the guild leader and the agency president. The voice of the foreigner cuts in “You’ve got a nice little company here, and it’s in an attractive neighborhood, as such…”

The sound of a briefcase getting opened registered through their ears as the guild leader speaks. “I’d like to buy it from you.”

Yosano frowned, looking at Aeris who seemed quite unbothered. The teen boy was fiddling around with his new clothing, he especially seemed to like the warmth of the tan sleeveless sweater vest that Ranpo got for him. 

“It’s not the building I’m interested in,” Fitzgerald’s voice broke Yosano out of her trance, her re-relaxed face becoming tight with frustration, “I want one thing.”

“And that is?” The gruff voice of the president responds.

“What do you think? I want your gifted business permit.”

Yosano huffed, shaking her head as Aeris shuffled the bottom of his face getting covered with his red scarf. The boy knew a bit about the guild, not much, but he at least knew something. The guild wanting the gifted business permit wasn’t expected at all, but understandable. 

 “Those fools are about the only ones you can’t buy with money,” Aeris can hear the male lean back again, “We are a secret society that officially doesn’t even exist.”

The male pauses before continuing his speech, “there’s something in the city that we want, we’d rather not rile the ministry while we look for it. Your permit will allow us t-”

“I refuse,” The president cuts him off, the answer was to be expected for someone like him, but Yosano sighs in relief. Aeris stares at her from under his eyelashes, did she really think that the president of the armed detective agency would sell his permit?

‘Aren’t permits really hard to get?’ Aeris looks to the side, facing the door, his lips pouting from under his scarf as he huffs. 

Listening back in, he slides down the wall and sits down, the amount of waiting is making him tired. He hasn’t been able to stand or walk, doctor’s orders, for a day or so, and that track meet from a few days ago is still making his legs wobble more than a plate of pudding being held by someone with Parkinson's disease. 

“Very well then…” the soft sound of something being taken off and placed down was heard, “It’s a limited edition model, made to order with pink diamonds.” The man’s smile could be heard through the door. 

“I’m afraid there’s no amount of money you could offer that would entice me to give up our permit,” Fukuzawa responds, “it is a symbol of hope, not just for our members but also for that of Master Natsume, without whom this agency would not exist.”

‘Master Natsume? That name sounds familiar… was it from the agency’s book. I remember reading something about him, but I’ll have to look for it for sure…’ Aeris sighs softly, ‘Can their conversation end soon? I’m getting tired of looking around at the same things on the wall, and taking the time to take the doctor’s appearance would be too weird…’ he looks up at the female, the metal butterfly hair pin taking his attention before he shook his head. 

“What kid?” Yosano looks at him, her voice coming out soft but with a slight intent to scare. Her arms were folded and she was leaning back on the wall. She had been like that for a while.

“Oh, sorry… I just like your hair pin,” he points at the left side of his head, “it’s a great contrast compared to the rest of your clothing in my opinion.” The doctor smiles and nods, bringing her hand up to her pin. 

‘It seems like she’s quite sentimental about it…’ 

“If your employees vanished, I’d make a bet your little agency would cease to function, and by then it would be too late to change your mind,” The American’s voice brough Aeris back to the serious conversation happening inside of the office. 

Aeris stands up from the floor, cleaning the back of his pants off with one of his hands as he hears the closing of the briefcase. Kenji had been silently standing in the corner, Aeris hadn’t noticed that until a feminine voice cut through after two claps.

“Escort our guests out Kenji,” A smile appeared on the farmer boy’s face as he turned towards the door. “Understood!” the boy smiles as he opens the door. 

“This way please!” 

“I’ll leave a message for you in tomorrow's paper,” Aeris stares at the open door, the Americans coming to view from his spot in the hallway. He stands respectfully, not wanting to make a bad image of himself in the eyes of foreigners that have much more power than he does both economically and socially. 

The taller blond turns his head, his blue eyes creepily becoming bigger as he smiles at the boss.

“Consider it carefully, you old sport. I always get what I’m after.”

Aeris glares at the floor before relaxing his face as Kenji and the guests walk past him. ‘Bad vibes coming from them, they’re going to do something not good at all…’

The girl with red hair, tied into two braids looks at him as he closes his eyes and bows his head down in respect. She huffs in pleasure before looking forward and walking away. 

Yosano and Aeris wait a second, listening for the ‘Ding~’ of the elevator before breathing out a sigh and walking over to the entrance of the office. 

Yosano knocks on the door as Aeris looks behind him again.

“Come on in,” The president’s voice sends a wave of comfort into Aeris’s body as Yosano opens the door and enters, the boy walking in right behind her before bowing towards the president of the agency. 

“Yosano, and Dahl Aeris,” Fukuzawa nods, his face keeping a serious look to it, but his eyes changed instantly when they both entered.

“Please, sir, call me Aeris, I’m much more comfortable with that.”

“Yes, I thought so, Ranpo had told me about that.” Fukuzawa signs for the boy to sit down in front of him, “Please, sit boy, I apologize for making you both wait for so long.”

“It’s alright President,” Yosano stands behind Aeris. 

There is a comfortable silence as Naomi comes by and sets some tea down in front of the young boy. “How are you feeling Aeris?” The older male asks, “You have been bedridden for a small while right?”

“Ah, umh, yes, I have. I’m feeling much better sir thanks to the close monitoring of Doctor Yosano, she’s been very polite to me and both Atsushi and Ranpo have been great company.” The boy nods before fully looking up, his natural droopy eyed look taking the president off guard. The black and pink haired boy had very mesmerizing though dull eyes, his smile being genuine but not reaching his eyes. 

“I have a bad feeling of what is going to happen with the guild and us,” Aeris looks away, closing his eyes before looking at his reflection in the tea. Grabbing the cup, he takes a sip out of respect, straining to not make a face due to his small dislike to tea. He sets the tea down and smiles back at the President.

“Why is that boy?”

Changing the subject, the boy sits up straight. “I feel like Doctor Yosano has made a small explanation on my ability, and that Ranpo has deducted most of the information about my ability right?” 

“Yes, they have. It’s called ‘Lamb to the Slaughter’, correct?”

Aeris nods.

“I believe it would be best if the Aeris joins the agency, his unique ability could help us a lot against the Port Mafia, and from what I can see, the Guild too,” Yosano speaks up, giving in a good word for the boy, “He also seems to know a lot about both of the  groups, who knows what dirt we could get on them.”

Aeris’s eyes widened, seeing as the compliments of Yosano made him feel accomplished, maybe he could get a job here to finally be able to pay that nice landlord that let him stay in his parents house after the incident, and that nice lady that bought him groceries when he was too sad to go out, and a kid who would knock on his door with cards and games and his mom would come over to make sure he ate warm food and helped clean up his place.

The stinging of his eyes made him come back to reality as he looked up, avoiding crying in front of such a man. Would it consider him weak or too emotional to cry about people who helped him out when he was struggling?

The boy sighs before looking towards the president again, “I would love to join the agency, I would love to help this society be a safer place for the elderly, the middle aged, teens, and children alike.”

The president smiles at him before nodding, “It will take a while to officially join due to the amount of things happening at the moment, yes, I accept.”

Naomi smiles, Yosano places a hand on the boy's shoulder as he relaxes. 

“Though,” Fukuzawa said, Aeris tensing up again. “You changed the topic when asked about the bad feeling you were talking about.”

Aeris sighs, closing his eyes. “Kenji was caught by the Guild.”

“What?”

“Yes, Lucy Montgomery, the girl with hair in braids. Her ability is called ‘Anne of Abyssal Red.’ Kenji was caught in her ability and is not able to get out, there’s no need to worry. I believe he is still safe.”

Fukuzawa huffs, “So it is starting.”

Aeris stands up, “I believe it is my time to leave, thank you for your time sir.” Bowing towards the older male, he straightens up and turns around, Yosano walking in front of him again. 

‘I will do my best to keep this society safe, even if I have to break laws.’

[ikemenomegas]

Omega!Fukuzawa x Alpha!Reader

Maybe Every After

For the record Fukuzawa is a zaddy and I don't think anyone is going to argue with me on that. But he wasn't always a zaddy! You have to grow up a lot to earn the title and Fukuzawa had a lot of growing up to do even in his thirties.

Meet cute?-

Fukuzawa met the person who would become his Alpha at some stuffy local function he attended because of his status as one of the five greatest swordsmen.

While they hit it off well, commiserating over the oppressive self-congratulatory nature of these kinds of events, it was not love at first sight. Fukuzawa was able to carry on pleasant, engaging conversation with them

Fukuzawa was by turns a little awkward, eccentric, curious, and the sense of duty, justice and good judgment that characterizes his throughout his life permeated the conversation, leaving a lasting impression on you

Fukuzawa's work and his superiors are all top secret, but despite that, he does not try to make himself come off as an enigma and his intentions and ideology are largely transparent, which in the time of the Great War, the first ability war, and with Fukuzawa's position being what it was, was surprising and refreshing

You meet with him a few times as new friends in between whatever it is he does when he's not with you

Some time after those meetings begin would be around the time that he is ordered to begin assassinating war-hawk ministers

You see him change as those assassinations pile up and see him apparently lose the feeling of rightness that was in him when you first met at that party

He disappears soon after resigning his position in this mission, cutting himself off from the world that had descended into the misery and chaos of war, from the deaths he had caused, and from you, the person who had become important when he was still young and full of naive idealism

Meet again-

It's by chance you meet again when he is spending his work hours as a bodyguard.

Or maybe it's not chance. It's a certain circle of people that can afford the services of someone as skilled as Fukuzawa, as much as he tries to keep apart from those kinds of people. His reputation took a hit after he left his government position, although you don't know the circumstances around his departure, but people say it's because he isn't a patriot. The word makes you disappointed. The are parts of every war that are not about patriotism, where blood is no longer spilled for the love of one's country but because there are those who have lost their way.

Reconnecting is hard but maybe because you understand the rumors this way, it is not as hard as it might have been. Fukuzawa Yukichi is loyal, that you have known almost since you met him. He is loyal to the people who walk down the street and do not know him, he is loyal to all the people of the nation who make their way slowly through life alongside him, he is loyal to some ideal of justice that you don't necessarily understand but that you believe in too. You see sometimes the pain that the rumors cause him, but you believe in him, whatever that might mean, and so he lets the pain wash over him and away in the truth of his intact honor

It comes up at some point that you are still not a mated Alpha. There is no one else waiting for you as your tea times meeting with Fukuzawa continue. It just hadn't felt right, somehow, to try and make that kind of connection in the years that have passed. The great war turned everything upside down, including something inside of your good and most principled friend.

One day, he'll tell you about it, about what turned his heart inside out, but that is many years in the future

For now, you're the one who asks him if he wants to meet and restart first

He seems tired and you're surprised that he accepts, but he does. Once. And then twice. And then a third time. And it's almost like it used to be, even though you're both older and a bit more jaded, maybe with a few more hard edges. The meetings extend longer, and become more frequent. It is no longer tea on his days off or when he has time between jobs. There are late night meals after his employer dismisses him and lunches on the occasions he is released early. On one memorable occasion, you find yourself taking an early morning walk through a dew studded garden watching the sun rise pink and cold after a night on which you could not sleep

One thing led to another-

Eventually, Fukuzawa asks you to be his heat partner. It's a bit of a surprise and something that makes you nervous since Fukuzawa effectively ignored you for years.

You had once slept together in what was essentially a platonic way, or perhaps some kind of experiment. It was fine, oddly peaceful, especially at the end when you just passed a bottle of water back and forth, but you'd sort of wordlessly agreed to not do it again

He tells you he's sure though. His heats aren't frequent because he's on suppressants, but they do happen, and this is one of the different things. Fukuzawa seems to want, to have a restlessness that is more apparent to you, lingering beneath the surface

You already suspect it's the loss of purpose, the loss of public reputation somehow which had carried with it its own sense of purpose. He's a famous swordsman, one of the best in the country. Even a tame wolf desires to hunt.

So you spend his breakthrough heats together.

And you remember why the two of you never had sex after the first time. It makes you wonder if you remember the "silent agreement" wrong, or if he remembers it differently, and reminds you why you didn't dwell on it.

It's not earth shattering, the sex that is. It's just heat sex, just making sure he gets off so that he can sleep through the intervals between his body temperature spiking. Except you're in his home, the gauzy curtains drawn, scent patches off, and it's disturbing how clear the memory of the last time overlaps with this one, even after so many years.

It's like being in the middle of a monsoon storm, pressure and torn leaves, and summer heat and all. And while you thrust into his wanting body, he watches you. The heat-haze is obvious and his eyes are half-lidded in the associated exhaustion, but he tracks you when you lean back to swipe the back of your hand over your forehead and there's something hungry in his gaze when he looks down to where you're connected

You remember the first time and how intrigued you'd been by this particular mannerism of his, how he keeps his eyes open. He had been watchful and curious even as you'd laughed with him over your shared fumblings. His gaze had been heavy and consuming when he'd shown his aikido skills, at your request, and tumbled you from over him to pin you to the floor.

This time there's a lot more kissing because if you're close to his face, you don't have to see his eyes, but the way Fukuzawa opens his mouth for you with trust like you've been doing this for years makes the strategy nearly futile.

You have to work right after that first heat tapers off so he's still in his nest when you're putting on your shoes, weekend duffel in your hands.

It's late afternoon going on evening so the apartment is dark. His hair is splayed out on a pillow. You're satisfied though that he has pre-made meals in the fridge and you've changed out most of his nest bedding so he can rest in a clean spot after you've gone. Fukuzawa's not saying anything, watching while you rub a sore spot on your neck, which makes him smirk. You're convinced this will be another scenario just like last time where you don't talk about it, when he speaks up, stopping your hand on the doorknob. "Same in three months?" he asked instead. Despite the stab of apprehension, you smiled. "Same in three months," and left to catch a flight.

You don't let it get quite that long before you contact him again. You don't see him, but you text him and he texts back, which is at least a relief that he's not going to vanish again into whatever new twilight he inhabits.

It's the same in three months, apart from the weather outside. His eyes, blue like steel and watching you while you bring him over the edge, the sense of being in the eye of a summer storm, that feeling of trusting familiarity when you lick into his mouth and catch the sound he makes when you crook your fingers inside him. It's the same how it's only his response that changes when you kiss him later and are more gentle about it, running your teeth against his jaw before going to cradling his head and kissing the corner of his mouth.

There's laundry in the machine and porridge on the stove. Fukuzawa's heat had settled sometime in the very early hours of the morning and the two of you were more or less clothed for the first time in days. Fukuzawa was however leaning in the door, watching you put shredded seaweed, pickled plums, and katsuo tronçons on small plates already laid out on a tray. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, watching him almost lazily watch you. But, you paused in using a pair of chopsticks to pluck out a single ginko nut from a narrow jar. There was something almost tense in his posture. He was barely out of the thick of heat and you could see the faint tremble in his wrist before he folded his arms to hide it. You checked the pot with the still yet-to-boil rice and then ducked under his jaw to brush your nose against the scent gland there. The way he shivered, still sensitive, was almost enough to make you feel bad. "You should go lie down," you murmured, smiling in apology, "I'll bring the tray over." He hesitated, but then nodded. Something pulled at you behind your navel, similar to that familiar sensation when you had worked him through the heat. Only this time, out of the haze, you followed it and followed Fukuzawa to his nest. Its fresh linens were soft and sweet smelling as you guided him into it. He sighed when he was lying down again, a long exhale that gave nothing away. He was just watching. You tucked a blanket over his hips and let your hand linger a touch too long, feeling like you were falling into his eyes. He made no sound when you pulled away and did not return until the meal was ready. Although you did stand in the doorway he had just vacated, leaning so you could see Fukuzawa, loosely tied deep blue and light grey layers of his yukata falling half open as he rolled over to keep you within line of sight. He ate every bite of food, still maintaining that tense, anticipatory silence. You didn't remember this from the first time. His gaze only flickered from the tray and your hands to your eyes when you accidentally let out an encouraging rumble as he ate and immediately felt heat flash up your neck, mortified. The corner of his mouth twitched as he brought his chopsticks to his lips and nibbled at a bit of fish. You've read romance books, once or twice, seen the pervasive tropes pop up in just about every drama, imported or otherwise. People talk about finding someone that you feel you've known your whole life as something magical. No one talks about how unsettling it can be, how it could get all consuming all too quickly. It's disturbing in some way, the way you can sense the ease with which that could push into entitlement, envy, or just an endless fall. That is why after the first time you and Fukuzawa Yukichi had slept together, passing a bottle of water back and forth after and watching the rim indent into one another's lips when you took a mouthful, throats flexing to swallow, you had never spoken of the event again. You had never invited it happening again, and up until now neither had he. There's something at the bottom of that drop. There's always a hard landing. Somewhere. It felt too easy, being with him. You had fallen in as friends harder than this, feeling out the edges of one anothers' code and ethics, where you could push boundaries into asking about personal and professional interests. Although you never touch them, you knew where one anothers' cracks were.

Just as you never asked him directly about the things he had done in the war, about his suddenly cold reception among the circle you'd met in, he never asked you how you really felt about those people. He never asked if your heart too had broken somewhere during the Great Ability War. The stifling feeling of knowing both too much and too little about someone who trusted you far too much for what you knew suddenly stole all the moisture from your throat. A sip of tea helped, but Fukuzawa's posture had gone back to that waiting. Master swordsman: master at reading any opponent. You told yourself heavily that you were perfectly willing to continue being his heat partner, at least until the way you two distinctly did not push boundaries bored him. He had a competitive spirit to a point. There were goalposts that only he could see, standards to which others were not often held. Stagnancy had never quite suited him. Stillness did. Was that what was at the bottom? Was it the stagnant life of saying nothing and doing nothing and keeping a status quo? Or was it blissful stillness, knowing nothing would catch you and nothing needed to?

It takes almost a year for either of you to bring it up and it's only at the cusp of realizing this is becoming an unhealthy new normal that it happens. It is still incredibly difficult to broach the fact that the physical intimacy makes you feel like strangers but every conversation in between makes you feel like you could get to know him forever.

It's around this time you finally start to really talk. You know how you can know someone for ages, and even be really close to them, but there are long stretches of time where you don't talk about anything important because you're afraid of making the other person do emotional labor for you, and you don't know if they'll mind? That's the first year Fukuzawa and his Alpha have after he comes back.

He acknowledges that you've done things rather in reverse order, as far as the typical trajectory of reconnecting with friends goes. You start to date, more or less, making time to see one another every week or every other week as your schedules allow.

It's a bit strange, to suddenly realize the ways in which you both have changed. Fukuzawa is as principled as ever, but he's unmoored now, without the ties he severed to the military police and the mission it brought. You are somewhat more stable, older and more settled into your own career, but heavier in your soul, sadder. Yokohama is reviving, black towers and tidy apartment buildings rising on the horizon, but it took too much to get here, too much blood before the nation sickened of it.

Fukuzawa won't let you court him.

You're in one of the old cafes that survived all the conscriptions. The owner's son moves around with a tray and a flour dusted apron and the atmosphere is oddly cheerful, despite the recently terrible weather. The last of the summer storms are making a good showing this year and it's limited the places you and Fukuzawa can go. Museums, restaurants, the occasional wander around a particularly well constructed public part of an office building - usually places near your work or his.

You'd tried other things, shopping for food or clothes and paying maybe too much attention to his preferences. You'd tried things like flower viewing or afternoons trying wagashi in specialty shops. While Fukuzawa had seemed to enjoy them and settled easily into the traditional etiquette sometimes called for in these places, he never acknowledged that these might be early attempts at courting.

When you spent time in his apartment he let you scent items in his nest while lounging around or before his heats. If he was at the little rooftop house you were living in, he would sometimes choose one pillow or blanket to curl around and carefully leave it on your spot on the couch when he left.

You looked at him over the rim of your mug and one of his brows went up. When you said nothing, he looked away, tracking the movements of people on the street.

You still partner him when his heat hits, but the sex is worse, as far as that unsettlingly settled intimacy goes. It's wonderful, he's wonderful. Sex itself is not that interesting as a rule, and you're both too aware of the delicacy of the situation to attempt anything like adding toys during his heat or a simple scene to the build up or cool down. But every time after, you want to stay longer.

Fukuzawa shifts his nest, ever so slightly because he is picky about it, but enough so that he can always see you as you move about his home when you need to get food or nesting materials for him, so that you don't have to anxiously flit between the stove and the door in order to sate the need to know that he is safe and comfortable in the aftermath.

You think it's going to end, that the pained distance Fukuzawa now puts between himself and the world is going to pull taught against the growing need to be around one another, to care beyond the dedication of a close intimate friendship.

Everyone can see it-

And then he accidentally adopts a super genius.

This is one of the funnier things that's ever happened to your friend since you've known him and you make sure he knows you think so once or twice.

Once Ranpo is secure in his place as Fukuzawa's ward a few years later, you come up with a way to let Ranpo know he's the best thing to ever happen to your mate and also that you will never ever get tired of imagining the look of shock you know took over Fukuzawa's face when all four and a half feet of teenage whoop-ass came banging through the door of that office.

But that's years from now.

Ranpo peers up at you when you meet Fukuzawa for lunch and a film a week after he's started tagging along with your friend

The boy isn't very tall, but he's got a maturity to his features that you chalk up to either the orphan thing or the child genius thing. He had taken one look at you, seated at the back of the restaurant away from the windows, and it felt like someone crowding into your space even while he touched neither you nor Fukuzawa. You are perhaps overly sensitive of other people's attention. It's another thing that makes being with Fukuzawa comfortable somehow. He's observant, but not oppressive with what he does with that information. Only the second time you'd met he'd helped extricate you from an incredibly uncomfortable conversation with a junior minister in the local commerce department. Now the kid looks at you and at Fukuzawa and pouts impressively. "You're single." He says it like an accusation and an assignment and you could almost laugh at Fukuzawa's wide eyed expression if it weren't for everyone three tables deep around you staring. You raise an eyebrow at him. "He's allowed to be single," you chide, reminding yourself that you are talking to a child still. It's a bit funny, you admit, smiling when the boy glares at you. The waitress comes over when you beckon, bringing tea for Fukuzawa and a sweet layered sort of beverage for the kid. Fukuzawa had told you about the boy's obvious sweet tooth and even though he huffs at you, he takes the tall glass eagerly, poking a straw through the layers. "Does it bother you?" You can't help it. Fukuzawa had said the child was a genius, observant to the point of misunderstanding, his incredible intelligence looping in on itself and making the rest of the world occasionally incomprehensible. It seems unlikely for a child to hold the kind of incredibly conservative prejudice that says omegas should be mated, but he seems put out. Ranpo sulks behind a menu before saying, "I'm never wrong." The meal is quiet, and gradually people stop looking at your table. Fukuzawa excuses himself on the walk to the theater to purchase something from a convenience store. It's there you lean up against the mouth of an alley and look down at the kid. He's really short, you worry someone isn't feeding him enough and the realize that Fukuzawa is going to be that someone. "We're not together," you said. Ranpo looks up at you, clearly still sulking. "You don't have to lie to me," he says, but he sounds a little uncertain. "We're not together in the way you would understand it," you say, "or the way most people understand." Ranpo sees your emotions in your eyes, and suddenly wishes he didn't understand. Your gaze is filled with longing, but he doesn't know how you can't see it's for something you already have. Almost. "He's ashamed of something," Ranpo says quietly. You hunched over a little. "I know. Adults are often ashamed of a lot of things though." He looks at you and wonders what you're ashamed of. "You should probably ask him about this one. He's not very good at saying what he means, but most adults aren't." You're laughing when Fukuzawa reappears.

To everyone's surprise, he actually sits through the movie, happily demolishing the little fortune you'd bought him in caramel popcorn and boxed candies, even if he complains about figuring out the plot five minutes in when you leave

Ranpo doesn't parent trap you two exactly, he doesn't have quite that level of interest in involving himself, but Fukuzawa is good to him, and he sees you often and you are good to him too. Neither of you always understand what he understands, but you show him kindness without ulterior motive, you try and show him how to safely exist around other people.

Fukuzawa is asked to be a bodyguard for Mori Ougai and something about engaging with that man, even though he can't tell you about the job itself, makes him tell you, in a desperate whisper under the moonlight, that it was him who assassinated the war hawk ministers during the peace debates. It's him who is bloodying his blade for something he hopes will be better, even if it turns his stomach, even if it means he doesn't know who he is anymore.

"I know who you are." Fukuzawa tenses in your arms, and you think frantically that you have certainly made a mistake. But you don't take it back. You don't want to. You do know who he is, your friend. You know how lonely what he's done has made him. Only you didn't know what he had done. Now that you know, it doesn't seem to matter. It's distant, the way all bloody things are distant when you don't see them. You've never had all that fond a feeling towards the wealthy people that profit from the abject misery of others. All the hunger and desperation in the world are distant, abstract concepts to them. Why should their deaths not mean the same to you? Of course, you can't say this to your friend, your sometimes lover, lying in your arms. The moonlight drops over his cheeks, turning them pale. His eyes are closed for once, his face turned into your neck, as though he is afraid of what he will see in your eyes. You understand it was not simply one or two storybook villains. There is no human in the world who has done only bad their entire life. Fukuzawa was not prone to exaggeration, even if drama appealed to him. It seems likely he meant it literally when he speaks of wading through blood to put an end to those who whipped up the populace into a frenzy, who wanted for the death never to end. "I know." You stroke your thumb near the corner of his eye, brushing your cheek to his brow, pressing a chaste kiss to the curve of his cheek. "Honor doesn't always mean doing the honorable thing," you say softly. "It means making difficult choices. You regret having to make it, but do you regret the outcome?" He is quiet for a long time. You know he hasn't fallen back asleep, despite the languid warmth between your bodies. He's quiet for long enough that your heart rate returns to normal and you rub your knuckles up and down his back. An occasional burst of deep, faint purring lets you know this is at least appreciated, if not necessarily something he thinks he deserves. You've taken to sleeping together at this point. The mounting danger as different organizations wage new war across the city drives you both to it. Besides, it is simply easier to manage an antsy teenager if you're in the same place, wherever that might be, rather than passing him back and forth like the result of some amicable divorce as you both work to keep him safe and out of the hands of those who would use his intelligence. "No," he says, as you knew he would. "There is nothing to be attained in the way of peace by letting war simply continue until each side is beaten into exhaustion. Withdrawing with our strength intact is the only thing that would save the nation and its people." He says it like he's said it to himself many times. He goes nearly limp in your embrace, pliant as he nudges against you until your forehead is pressed to his. You wonder though- "Is this the first time you've said it out loud?" "What I did is a secret few are aware of." "But the investigations..." "They won't find me," he said, but you felt a shiver go through him, felt gooseflesh rise on his arms. If they did, it could open the possibility for those people to be made martyrs. It was natural for him to be afraid. "They won't," you said lightly. You didn't know what you could do to make that true, but some things needed to be said aloud. "If they catch me, I'll face whatever is decided," he said quietly. "But I won't get caught." "You saved a lot of lives." He sighed. "I know." You rubbed slow circles over the middle of his back. "The sword isn't meant to be used like that. They had lives, families, I-" he swallowed "-I ended that. I enjoyed it. And I have to live with that." His eyelashes too were silvered in the moonlight. "You have to live with it," you agreed, even as he flinched, "but you don't have to punish yourself for it every time you live." You pretend not to feel the wetness on your clothing as Fukuzawa shudders into your collar.

Forever love-

You're truly together and officially courting by the time the Agency is three years old, which is the first more calm year since the Agency opened. Turns out opening a business is a huge pain in the behind and that an ability user Agency with less than half a dozen workers, two of whom are genius teenagers who have totally reasonable problems with authority, is an even bigger pain.

By the time the Agency is four years old, you're mated to Fukuzawa, your mark on his shoulder and his on yours. Ranpo grouches something terrible that the two of you could only get your shit together before he turned eighteen, but he's not a legal adult yet, so you get to officially be one of his guardians for at least a few years. Yosano thinks Ranpo is being ridiculous, but she gives you the biggest bouquet of flowers for your and Fukuzawa's home and insists on choosing the restaurant where you all celebrate.

It's been a very long road. You've known Fukuzawa Yukichi for almost thirteen years, an unexpected friend you made in your adult years now your mate. Now someone who you feel, finally, you've started to earn the feeling you've know them all your life, even though you're still learning about him.

He takes you to his home near Osaka, to his family home on Kyushu. He meets your parents, who consider him a bit quiet, but very dutiful. You meet Natsume-sensei, once, and receive his very feline brand of approval and a quiet gift after your official mating. Fukuzawa takes you back to places he particularly enjoyed during those failed months of courting him. You spend season after season getting to know him, pushing boundaries, debating over philosophies, arguing over interior decorating, agreeing over meals.

Your mate, your partner, a soulmate if you have ever believed such a thing, let alone that it would come to you. You're watching white strands of hair like starlight shoot through his natural grey. The wrinkles around his eyes are deepening. It takes him longer to get up from bed than it used to. His silences are longer, but so are the times when he just looks at you, looks and looks like he can never get his fill. His voice is still strong, but you can feel that layer of age crackling under it. And you love him.

You love the man he has grown into, the one who can bear the weight of hard choices placed upon his shoulders, the one who can bear happily having people who work alongside him. You love his patience with Ranpo and his encouragement of Akiko. You love how he holds his hand out for you if you fall behind on your walks, or how he comes to you and stands close enough for his scent to wrap around you while you point out some small natural beauty.

Love can be horribly consuming, it can stagnate where it was once immediately comfortable or grow jealous at its own ease, unsure if it is charm or affection that ties you together. It can grow desperate and possessive. There are still things that can be so hard to say, old things that left old wounds that are still hard to talk about, but there's something to be said for age and wisdom.

Things aren't perfect, love should not be perfect, and something in you delights in knowing that with Fukuzawa it will always be incomplete. Things will not grow still, there will never be a moment there is nothing to know about him. You have grown into yourselves, the both of you, and this is the love you will grow old with.

[cherieonow]

MY BSD OC 🗣‼️‼️‼️

Yes her dress is white and I left it white and what about it?🤨

[nouveauxamoris]

nyehehehhe. ranpoleine i drew for @fiftyofhearts . >:3 the cute pink nd black haired lady ofc is his oc madeleine l’engle (my beloved 💗), nd!!! ranpo!!!!! i looooovveee straight yaouri!!!

RBS APPRECIATED!

[slayerkid]

Playing Identity V with a Dead by Daylight Player!

I play Identity V with my friend @thenekopastel! He mostly plays Dead by Daylight so I wanted to have him try out a game that was similar. And we have 2 parts actually up on YouTube right now! Part 1 Part 2

[skyezekiel]

chapter 4!!! now with more fluffy shin soukoku and ranpoe :D

[indigo-o]

It has been DECIED

So I'm doing both yall make sure to send request tho!

[katswritingcorner]

Ranpo: Why does Chuuya call you babygirl?

Kat, flustered: Let’s stop talking for a while…

[frostlineprince]

i love fukuzawa so much he's my favorite unfortunate dilf (oc x fukuzawa post)

my art >:)) + lots of references used

[dazaiizm]

꒦꒷ 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥 ﹒₊‧

₊˚a story in which the world’s greatest detective falls hard for someone who is healing from their ex.

warnings — bsd x oc inserts, edogawa ranpo x oc, slight dazai osamu x oc, nakahara chuuya x self insert oc, bsd spoilers, angst, fluff, mentions of toxic exes, romance, mentions of traumatic backstories, possible smut

MEET THE CAST | AESTHETICS | PLAYLIST

notes from dazai’s star: ok this is like a really really self indulgent fic. im pretty much over my ex but there’s still some stuff that hurts so im hoping this’ll help heal it ! also art / shipboards / anything is majorly appreciated and encouraged <3

1. drunken deep talks 2. i’ll do what i can 3. oh god, i’m falling in love

MORE TBA !

[katt-astrophiic]

Shout out to…the gays!

[bsdw-ccraccs]

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 *

Lamb to the Slaughter

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Chapter 3 Song:  Breezeblocks  ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

When they arrive at the bench where Ranpo and Aeris met, Atsushi pauses and so does aeris. The feeling was getting worse and Atsushi pausing did not reassure him in any way. Ranpo’s ability was nothing but to deduct the correct outcome, and Jun’ichiro’s ability is to make illusions. He just hopes that Atsushi’s ability is much more physical.

Aeris look at atsushi, but before he can get a word out, his mouth is covered by a hand and he’s dragged behind the group. 

“Wh- Hey, let him go!” Atsushi calls out.

Atsushi whips his hand to attack but he was too late. A knife pressed against Aeris’s throat. Ranpo looks behind him to check on Atsushi and Aeris, only to be taken off guard by violent maneuver and Aeris being used as a hostage. Jun’Ichiro instantly uses his ability, ‘Light Snow,’ and creates an illusion. Aeris disappears from the attacker and atsushi appears in his place, arm becoming a claw and scratching at the.

Unsuccessfully, light snow disappears. Jun’ichiro was knocked out, Ranpo holding his side, Atsushi slides away from the attacker, Aeris standing in front of Jun’ichiro’s body holding a knife.

Aeris’s eyes are wide, hands shaking as he stares down the attacker. 

‘Do it’

Aeris gasps. 

‘Keep your eyes open, stare at the person, and stab yourself.’

Aeris points the knife to his stomach, eyes wide open, mouth pressed into a line. The warm feeling of hands surrounding his shaky ones and guiding them farther before plunging it into his stomach. 

Ranpo and Atsushi stare at Aeris, his actions making them worry, but he doesn’t tumble. Aeris rips the knife out and plunges it into the wound again, the cloaked attacker falling to their knees. 

Aeris walks forward, twisting the knife little by little every step he walks. It doesn’t hurt him, but it definitely hurts the other person.

‘Stop,’ the voice says as aeris gasps, pulls out the knife, and stops walking. He drops the knife and falls back as the cloaked person lays on the floor, blood pooling under the person. Ranpo quickly gets up, tumbles all the while, and rushes towards Aeris. 

Aeris holds his hands over his mouth as two police men take the cloaked person and uncovers them. Ranpo blocks his view as they work with the injured criminal. 

Atsushi walks over with Jun’ichiro with him, ready to help if needed. 

“Just as I thought…” Ranpo mumbled as the police take off the hood of the attacker, “It’s one of the students.”

Aeris looks down, the more he kept his eyes opened, the more dizzy he became. He closes his eyes, feeling his body become light and having gravity take control. 

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                                                             TimeSkip

  In the ADA   Infirmary

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When he wakes up, he’s in a bed with Atsushi sitting on his right side. He sits up, the shuffling sound making Atsushi wake up and look at Aeris.

“You’re awake! Good, I got scared when you fainted on Ranpo,” Atsushi smiles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he starts sweating. Aeris’s dull purple eyes were staring right through Atsushi, making the white tiger nervous.

“Are you alright? How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I could go ask Kunikida for some money to be able to get you some food…”

Right as he finishes his rapid stream of question, Aeris’s stomach growls. By now, Aeris would be at his place, eating in the lonely, japanese style dining room. The student looks away in embarrassment, comedic blue lines appearing on his head as Atsushi looks at him. 

Atsushi smiles as he stands up and pats the boy’s head. 

“I’ll be right back then, what would you like to eat?”

Aeris looks up at Atsushi, lips moving before he can stop them. 

“Udon… please…”

“Alright then. Doctor Yosano said that you shouldn’t walk right now, even though you had no wounds, the exhaustion of using you ability for the first time could make you faint another time, so it’s best that you stay here as I get you your food.”

Atsushi explains before leaving. 

Aeris nods a little after he exits the room, eyes looking around the infirmary before laying them on his hands. He can still feel the feeling on the knife in his hands, the feeling of warm claws gently holding his, guiding his hands into stabbing his gut, pushing him to walk forward, moving his hands to twist the knife. 

The only thing he could think about, other than the hunger he’s experiencing, is the possibility of him killing that person. 

“Just as I thought…” Ranpo mumbles… “It’s one of the students…”

Ranpo’s voice rang in Aeris’s thoughts, was he a murderer now? Did he kill someone? Did he kill a student…?

His stomach grumbles, his thoughts getting cut off by the sound of the door opening and head snapping up.

“Your thoughts are so loud kid,”

A woman comes in with a tray, Atsushi right behind her with a medium size bowl with steam coming from the top. 

“This is doctor Yosano by the way, Aeris,” Atsushi says as the woman, Yosano, places the tray at his hips and places the bowl on it. Grabbing the spoon and bringing the stock up to his lips, he blows once, twice, three times, and slups just a small bit of the liquid.

“I’m quite disappointed that you yourself didn’t get hurt, ranpo didn’t get that hurt either, not enough for me to have to half-way kill him to heal him either way, and Jun’ichiro was just knocked out.”

Aeris smiles, looking up at the doctor and atsushi. “Thank you, Doctor Yosano,” he nods at her “and you too Atsushi.”

He grabs the chopsticks and picks up some of the noodles, blows on them, steam moving with his breath, and brings them up to his open mouth, gently and quietly slurping up the noodles. As he continues eating, Yosano and Atsushi watch him, to think such a small boy would have such a strong ability. 

Their thoughts go back to the meeting they had with the president and the rest of the agency…

“I found his papers,” Ranpo says, his wound was nothing to worry about, it was just a scratch to Yosano’s standards and didn’t need much treatment, he was exagerating the amount of pain he was in.

‘What do they say then?” Kunikida asks, reading his ‘Ideals’ book, which was upside down. 

“Well, it says his birthdate, his age, shows his finger print, his parents, his address, its says everything, be a little more specific Kunikida,” Dazai chimes in, his long legs laying on the table. Everyone was sitting at the table, the president sitting in silence.

“Who are his parents?” Fukuzawa asks. 

“His father was Dahl Roald and his mother was Crosland Felicity…” Ranpo hums “but that doesn’t make sense…”

“What doesn’t make sense?” Jun’ichiro asks, Atsushi and Kyouka wondering the same thing.

“His biological mother is Junoa Sako and his biological father is Dahl Roald, so why does it say that his mother is Crosland Felicity?”

“Drammaaaaa!” Dazai sings, before geting bonked on the head by Kunikida’s book.

“So you mean to say that Aeris was kidnapped?” Kunikida inquires.

“No, I don’t mean that, I guess when Juona found out about Dahl having a baby with another lady, she gave him Aeris. It says here that Dahl is dead, so I believe that Aeris was sent back to his mother because of that.”

“And, just a guess, his mother is also dead. Right?” The president asks. 

“Yes.”

“Another orphan in the building I guess.” Dazai giggles, Atsushi and Jun’ichiro shrink back.

“What about his ability?” Dazai looks over to Ranpo, a cheeky smirk on his face, “that’s what we’re here to talk about right?”

Ranpo nods, swiftly moving through the pages in his hands.

“It says here, Ability: Unknown, description: Is able to injure others in their line of sight as the ability holder injures themselves physically.”

“There’s definitely more to that than what it says,” Ranpo says.

Yosano sighs, shaking her head as she steps back and turns to the door.

“Well, I’ll be going, I have somethings I have to do boys.”

Aeris stops eating at that, the last noodle hanging off of his lips. He slurps the noodle up and nods. Atsushi turns towards her and smiles.

Again, it’s just him and Atsushi in the room. 

“Did you know you had an ability?” Atsushi asks, truly curious about his answer.

“Mmmmh, maybe…” Aeris mumbles, eyes drooping, “I remember my dreams, it was usually about a lamb getting eaten by wolves, or a woman killing her husband, or about some fantasy book I was reading then.”

“Other than that, I never felt pain. I would fall and scrape my knee, but nothing,” Aeris sighs “But when I look over at someone else, they suddenly have an injured knee.”

“I’ll take it that you didn’t know about it then.” 

“I’m glad you caught on,” Aeris looks at his reflection looking back at him from the remaining soup in the bowl.

“I believe you’re going to ask me what I would name my ability if I had one, but you didn’t know how to ask me, right?”

“Yeah…” Atsushi rubs the back of his neck, “am I that obvious?”

“I’m just really good at reading people,” Aeris nods “But if I had to name the ability I have right now… I would name it…

Lamb to the Slaughter,”

[ildi-dragonheart]

Fukuzawa babysits Hotaru

(based on that bonita tiktok audio showing up on my fyp recently ft. my ranposano oc child)

Hotaru: do you or do you not feel bonita?

Fukuzawa, dressed up with make-up on: i feel bonita

Hotaru: WONDERFUL because you look bonita!