#thedemises; bsd's atsushi nakajima

[thedemises]

there's no denying in the fact that even once you've also thought dazai was the main character of bsd cuz of the amount of content there is of him in the fanbase

[thedemises]

i already read all this for the nth time and i am not liking it (though some of you may like it so here you go)

(this was rushed and definitely all ooc soooo... i apologize for that)

10/16/23 | content below... multiple, randomly-selected BSD characters pat your head/ruffle your hair/pet you/touch your hair/etc. warnings... lowercase writing, obvious out of character-ness, no dialogue, your hair is often complimented and/or stared at lol sorry.

atsushi's hand ghosts over your head, hesitant to whether should he touch your head of hair or not. still uncertain yet he ends up placing his hand on your hair, gently ruffling it as he run his fingers through your locks. he admires how your hair shines beneath the sunset's vibrant orange golden-like beams through the pane of glasses behind your desk, and ponders to himself how pretty your hair is. he's glad you're the only one's left in the office this evening unless he'd want to be teased.

in a dim alleyway, you sat on a crate with one leg up and your arm resting on its knee with only hirotsu there as your partner from the mission that'd already had been taken care of fairly quick. the faint smell of smoke isn't at all mistaken, coming from the cigarette that he lit up with a lighter which he already had hid. his back leaned on the wall, stood beside the crate you sat on, as his subconsciously lets his arm raise and briefly pat you on the head.

he extends his open palm as a helping hand to your kneeling figure on the training ground's floor. he patiently waits with the expression of stoic still while you inhale breaths of air from exhaustion, then you eventually let yourself get pulled up to your feet with your hand in his. staring at your now messy hair with narrowed eyes, tetchou decides to fix your hair for you as his fingers delicately smooth over stray strands and tuck locks of it behind your ears.

letting herself get comfortable, teruko merely sat on your shoulders with her smaller-sized hands on your head as you check over reports that happened in the past week. her gloved fingers gripped your hair for a second before relaxing, then deciding to mess with it for the purpose of playfulness, boredom, and for entertainment of your reaction.

kunikida was in the infirmary room beside your unconscious form after a certain mission went wrong on your end. he closes his notebook to look over at your current state, the stern expression giving away his concern. studying you, he merely fixes the misplaced hair on your face before going back to write in his book.

the obvious unsolved caculations on the white board gave away the reason why kajii had seemed so down, unable to solve whatever he was planning to do next—possibly involving the lemon bombs. you stood there as you solved the problem in your mind beforehand then telling him the solution. he immediately sprouted from the position he'd previously been in—having had his head in his arms whilst he rests on his lab's counter—and went over to you to ruffle your head in an almost rapidly manner before going over to put the solution to the problem he'd been attempting to solve.

smoke flows past his parted lips while he waits for your arrival, holding his pipe between his fingers and watches the faint smoke in the air float about before vanishing. ayatsuji eventually spots you approaching him—to solve another case as a detective—he merely nods his head just a bit before briefly patting your head as he went past your form, anticipating for you to catch up.

tanizaki finds himself beside you while silently listening to the words as you read the story aloud for him to hear. he was more focused to hear till the end of the book before he caught sight of your droopy eyes, threatening to close any second from lack of sleep. without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your head and lets you rest on his shoulder, gently running his hand over your hair before closing the book—bookmarking it beforehand—then placing it on your lap. he admires his surroundings, deciding to stay like this for a while.

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