#so you decide if this is platonic or nonplatonic kunizai

[minusboy]

FLEABAG MENTION IM UP. TELL ME E V E R Y T H I N G ABOUT THAT WIP. Im all ears (and eyes to read)

hhhhh it's definitely the most out there out of all of my current wips, thank you for asking<3

to clarify it isn't a fleabag au, but i have seen fleabag, infact i watch it religiously around september every year, and i think the show tackles some topics that are too nuanced to try and replicate in any other format. at least for me. anyway. that out of the way it is definitely inspired and it's extremely messy and with uh. messy family dynamics. possibly a priest somewhere. that's all for now.

okay fine you've twisted my arm.. here have this

”Am I ugly,” Dazai asks. ”That’s what you’re thinking about right now,” Kunikida asks, half-amused, half-despaired.   ”I think my nose might be on the wrong side of my face, Kunikida,” he says, whispers, really. And Dazai sighs, tipping forward until his head rests on his shoulder and then snorts. And he grins, too, even though his face hurts. Because people like him should be laughing, always. His hand is shaking where it rests between his collarbones. ”Idiot,” Kunikida says, after a moment, and there’s something so unbearably sad about the way he says it. ”Let me see.” He lifts his hand and lets Kunikida inspect the bloody mess under his nose, and watches him wince in sympathy, but his thumb sweeps under his cheekbone, gentle. ”Jesus christ,” Kunikida breathes. Which, objectively, is hilarious, first of all, and second of all, ”Not quite,” Dazai smiles, then grimaces instantly. ”My face hurts.”