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kissagii · 2 years

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𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥 (𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚)

gojo, toge, and maki x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: none <3 lowercase intended sorry if that bothers you

"[name]~ did you find what i left you?" gojo's voice came from outside your door. you had, indeed, found the gift he left outside your door the night before - a shirt, one that you immediately recognized as his. a shirt that you now happened to be wearing.

"yes, satoru, i did," you opened your door with a small smile, showing him the outfit you had put together. he grinned broadly, smile almost blinding.

"awwww you look so cute~" he darted from side to side, observing you from all angles. "wait wait, don't move."

he pulled out his phone, snapping a handful of photos while you watched in embarrassed confusion. "satoru... why?"

"i needed a new lockscreen." he flashed you a cheesy grin before walking cheerily down the hallway. he was silly and childish, but damn you loved him.

you'd been dating inumaki for a few months, and it was inevitable that at some point or another you'd snatch one or two of his clothing pieces as your own. the shirt you wore today was one of those - a light blue tee with a small onigiri embroidered on the front.

as soon as inumaki caught sight of you, he watched in awe and confusion. you approached him nonchalantly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary despite the flush growing on his hidden cheeks.

"tuna?" he asked, pointing at your shirt with slightly furrowed brows.

"is there something wrong?" you asked in return. he motioned frantically between your shirt and himself, repeating "tuna" again and again in confusion.

"oh yeah, right, the shirt. it's yours. i took it a while back because it reminds me of you," you offered an awkward smile, not sure if your boyfriend's reaction was one of joy or frustration.

"tuna mayo!" he said excitedly. from the way you saw his eyes squinting, you could imagine his giddy grin as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"i take it that means you like it?" you said with a giggle. he squeezed you a bit tighter, a common gesture when he was excited or happy. softly you murmured into hair, "i love you, toge."

"goma~" sesame - i love you.

"you're lucky you're cute, [name]."

you hadn't noticed maki appearing behind you, and you hadn't expected her to be there either. she was supposed to be on a mission for the next day or so.

"maki!" you exclaimed, smiling awkwardly at her, genuinely excited that she was back early.

"i know that's my shirt, [name], don't even try to deny it," maki deadpanned, a slight, sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"yeah, it its. i uh... i took it so i could have something of yours with me while you weren't here," you didn't even bother with excuses, because maki would see through every one of them.

"i'll let you get away with thievery this time, but tell me next time. and don't you dare rip it," despite her cold and blunt demeanor, you noticed the slight admiration in her tone. the slight softness that made you want to wear her clothing a little more often.

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cinnamonm00n · 2 years

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Help, my hands fell off!

Osamu Dazai x reader

Third person P. O. V

|Dark era Dazai|

Typing tipitoed across the hall. The small apartment spreading the sound to the shillouet standing in the hall.

A small computer sewing the sound across the silence was glowing on the face the shillouet ever so longed to see.

"How is my lovely writer doing?"

The question pulled a pair of tired eyes from the computer upwards to him.

"Oh, Dazai! It's you!"

The sound of typing absconded with a bitter exclamation.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Dazai walked over to our writer

"Sorry for disappearing for so long my Belladonna" chapped skin of his lips scraped your cheek with a soft peck. "You know how my line of work is... "

"Don't think a kiss is gonna redeem you from going missing for 2 months!" the writer angrily flipped through a notebook, flying over the gibberish notes within.

A sharp chin poked your shoulder and brown hair tickled your nose with a sharp gunpowder scent.

"I know that Y/N...." he nuzzled into you further "That's why I bought you something!"

"Huh?!" and your raised eyebrow.

Dazai gave you such a grin that even through the bandages you could see his eye gleem.

The weight of his head was gone as he went to the black coat draped on the chair close by.

His hand dove into one pocket and signaled you to come near.

Your back cracked when you got up from sitting for more than 4 hours, beging you to stretch as you got near him.

"What's this?" you took a messy parcel from him.

"You'll see~" slim fingers hid a lock of your hair behind your ear "Now open it"

And so you did. Ripping the brown paper too see a shiny leather journal with a rose sewn in it.

Your hand glazed the bumps on the leather, feeling the smooth curves on the rose shining in the low light.

"Do you like it?"

"God damn it Dazai..." you gritted "It's gourgeous!"

"Well your gourgeous words belong in such a gourgeous journal"

You hid your blush of happiness from him by looking through the pages.

Dazai kept looking at you "So? Do I get a pass this time?"

Now your own smirk soared upwards.

"Nope, but good try!"

His gaze dangerously lowered "Oh... Is that so?"

Like a sack of potatoes he threw you over his shoulder, making you drop your new journal.

"What the hell, Dazai! Put me down I need to finish this chapter!!"

"Oh really?! Didn't seem like that when you were procrastinating earlier" With this he ignored your protest as he threw you on the bed.

"I think my belladonna needs some love in order to write some happier stuff... " he kissed you neck "Don't you think?~"

- || -

Soft hands of the sun hugged the room, glazing our two love birds with warmth tainting the cold air.

Dazai was wide awake watching Y/N sleep. Swimming down her purplish neck with his fingers.

"Mmmghh... Stop, you're tickling me..." she slurred.

"Apologies my Belladonna"

He wasn't sorry. He wanted her to wake up.

Groggly she scooted closer to Dazai. Laying her head on his poorly bandaged chest.

"You're so cold... " you protested

"That's why you're here to warm me up~"

No more than that was heard. Dazai swirled your h/c hair, enjoying your heartbeat's rhythm against his.

"How is your book coming along?" Dazai broke the silence.

"A couple more chapters and first draft is done!" happiness simmered through her raspy voice.

"Oyaa, really?"

"Yup, soon I'll be saying goodbye to this nasty apartment and deadbeat job" your eyebrows scrunched "But more editing and hating my work comes first... "

Dazai pulled you closer "You're talking nonsense Belladonna! Your work is amazing, but it can't shine properly if you don't stop bringing it down"

"Ugh... " was all you could pull together.

Dazai rolled his eyes and kissed you, rolling his thumb on your cheek bone. Pulling away slowly you got up "Fuck... I need to get to work". You started stumbling around the room picking up stray clothes from the floor.

Your peck now went on Dazai's cheek "Hope to see you when I get home"

The doors then clicked behind you as you rushed along the morning demands.

Dazai remained alone on the bed.

"I'm sorry Y/N.... But I don't think you will.... I hope to see you in a better time again tho" he whispered to himself, taking the bandage off his one eye.

Reader P. O. V

"DAZAI, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

The doors slammed behind me, making bits of paint fall of the walls.

"DAZAI!" I yelled.

He can't be gone, he just can't.

The two rooms I owned didn't help when they showed me only their sour emptiness. Every nook and corner mocking me with their silence.

The raw rage seeping into the saltyness of my tears. Poisoning my flesh. It just couldn't get to my head...

He really did leave the Port Mafia. He really did leave me...

My knees hit the floor, the echo of the thud intreupted with my laugh.

I don't know why was I surprised, it's Dazai after all.

I sat there a smile clashing with my cries. When the Port Mafia questioned me today I didn't even know they knew about me. But that was me being a fool again.

What was I expecting from the most feared organization in town? Of course they'd find out.

I kept still on the floor, feeling my emotions drain me out. My numb hands reach for the purse I threw aside when I walked in and pulled out the journal.

I open the first page.

"So that's what you meant by writing today's date, instead of the date when you gave me this... " I sniffed "You tried to warn me... Jerk... "

My hold on the journal began to spark iches on my palms. My shattered heart edges scraping my muscles, my own story started to spin in front of my eyes. Under the zooming speed it began to unfold I took out a pen.

The tale kept clicking and spinning in my head in a whirl of withering minutes and the moon sailing across the sky.

I raised my head from the paper I was writing on as the morning smell entered through the windows.

It was 6 am.

I had finished my book that night.

{4 years later}

|ADA Dazai|

"What a nice day~ Perfect for a lovers suicide. Wouldn't you agree Atsushi-kun?"

The weretiger didn't answer, his eyes being too busy following words in the book in his hands.

"Atsushi-kun?"

"Huh?! Oh, it's you Dazai-san!"

Dazai plopped on the bench next to him. "What are you reading there?"

Atsushi put his book down. "Book/name" he answered.

A never in Dazai's jaw tightened. Pupils spread a bit wider at the name.

"Book/name, you say?"

Atsushi showed him the cover "Yeah, it's by Y/N L/N, I'm surprised you haven heard of it. It's been getting a lot of hype lately"

Atushi was rather ignorant to the bitterness omitting from Dazai, as the silence while he handed him the book took place.

The sharp pearls of anticipation not leaving the suicide aficionado's eyes.

Dazai shot up from his seat before he took the book.

"You know what Atsushi-kun? You're right I should go and pick it up now it would be crying shame for an Agency member to not be up to date on the literary scene!"

"Really?! You're just gonna get it without even knowing what it's about?!"

Dazai turned to him.

"Don't worry I alredy know what it's about..."

- || -

Dazai's finger pads flew over book covers, sprinting to the one he was looking for.

"There it is... "he whispered and pulled out a book. Gently he opened the first page, that made his eyes get wider again.

"To Osamu Dazai, the journal came handy. Thank you for making me finish this"

He giggled and closed the book, walking over to the cash registre.

"Ooh, I see you're picking up book/name, quite a lot of people are reading it these days" said the cashier as she rang him up.

"Yeah, someone very dear to me wrote it" he replied.

"Well that's great sir, I hope you're proud of them!" He nodded to this, keeping the silence and a quiet smile as he paid.

Dazai walked outside, seeing the book cover get draped with the light melting off the dying sun over Yokohama city.

"I knew you'd make it big my Belladonna..." he started to walk away "I hope you are finally proud of yourself as I am" whithered off his lips.

The sharp edges of the book poked him, softly matching with the needles of longing going down his heart.

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