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Dazai Holiday Week Day 5

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Curled up in front of the fireplace // Dazakuatsu (Dazai/Akutagawa/Atsushi)

Emergency Heating

Dazai, Atsushi and Akutagawa are on holidays for the winter. Following a power outage, which shut down the heating system as well, they’re forced to use other ways of keeping themselves warm.

Mostly the fireplace and, well, Atsushi.

“Uh, guys!”

“What is it?”

“Well — uh, I can’t get it to work?”

Silence. Then:

“What do you mean, you can’t get it to work?” Akutagawa asked.

“I mean, I can’t get it to work,” Atsushi snapped back. “I think it’s broken.”  

“Broken, what—” Akutagawa moved closer, illuminating the place with his phone’s light. “What did you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“It worked perfectly well for almost a week, and then you get your hands on it and it breaks.”  

“You’ve got some nerve—”

There is a knock on the door, and they turn to look back at Dazai, standing in the doorway. “Why are you fighting, and why isn’t the electricity back yet?”

“It’s not working,” Atsushi told him. “I keep turning it on and off, and trying to turn the lights on, but...” He grimaced, before sending Akutagawa a glare: “And I’m not the one who broke it!”

Dazai tried to turn the light on as well, with little success. The shook him head, still flicking the switch up and down. “Well, I guess we will have to do without lights until we figure show to get it fixed.”

“Yeah.” Atsushi nodded. “We’ve got our phones, right? As long as they have battery, we can use them.”

“There is a flashlight in the kitchen.” Akutagawa sniffed. “We can use that too.” Then, he shivered, and sniffed again, tugging at his sweater’s collar.  

The soft click and clack of the switch stopped. “The heating is electric,” Dazai declared.

"No wonder it’s so fucking cold.”

Atsushi elbowed him.

They left the cabinet, and went back to the house living room. Atsushi passed Akutagawa his scarf, which he quickly wrapped around himself.

“So, now what?”  

“Maybe we should call the owner?” Atsushi suggested, eyebrows drawing together. His eyes glinted in the bright light of their phones. “She would know how to fix it.”

“Weeell,” Dazai started, making a face. “We won’t be getting our deposit back if we do that—”

“We are not getting the deposit back whether we call her or not,” Akutagawa cut. “We abandoned that idea yesterday morning when you set fire to our breakfast.” He stood suddenly. “I’ll call her.”

He covered his nose with Atsushi’s scarf and put his coat on. “Outside has better phone reception. I’ll be back. Eventually.”

“Tell her I say hi!” Dazai said, almost cheerfully. Once Akutagawa was gone, he turned back to Atsushi. “To be fair, that flame was really impressive.”

“You left a burn mark on the kitchen ceiling.”

“Exactly.”

Atsushi let out a resigned sigh. “If you say so” He stood as well. “I'll go looking for that flashlight. I see better in the dark than you do.”

He disappeared towards the kitchen. Dazai shuddered, and wrapped his arms around himself. It was the middle of winter, in a mountain village, and a quick look at the window showed him a darkening sky.

It was, in Akutagawa’s own words, fucking cold.

A few minutes later, a light, larger than the one from his phone, shone in the living room. “I found two flashlights — any news from the owner?”

“Nope, Ryuu is still outside!”

“He better not catch a cold.” He handed one of the flashlights to Dazai. “I found two,” he said again, and Dazai took it from him. His fingers brushed against Atsushi’s.

“Atsushi, you —” He put the flashlight on the table, and grabbed Atsushi’s now free hand, squeezing it tight, eyes wide and shining. “You’re so warm!”  

“What — well, you’re not!” He tried to free his hand from Dazai’s grasp.

“Let me use your hand! It feels so good!”

“Please don’t say it like that!”

“What are you doing?”

They froze, head turning to Akutagawa, who had just come back in. There were wet tracks on the floor and he dusted some melting snow off his coat.

Then, he shrugged, turning his phone’s light back on. “She told me there was a town wide power outage.”

“Told you I didn’t break the electricity!”

With a sigh, Akutagawa nodded. “No, Atsushi did not, in fact, break the electricity.” Ignoring the other’s victorious smile, he went on: “The power won’t be back until at least tomorrow morning, but it might happen again next week. It happens regularly during this season. All the other houses in the area have gas heating.”

“That explains the low price. She could’ve told us.”

“Well, she didn’t.” He hurriedly took the coat and scarf, the wet clothes not keeping him as warm as it should. “She also said we could use the fireplace.”

They turned, as one, towards the corner of the room, where the fireplace was. The hearth was unobstructed and there were still soot marks from the last time it was used. Beside it was a small pile of fire logs.

“I have a lighter,” Akutagawa added. “It’s in my backpack.”

“You have a lighter?” Atsushi raised an eyebrow. “What for? You don’t smoke—”

“It's in case I ever feel compelled to commit arson.”

Choosing not to acknowledge that remark, Atsushi smiled and clapped his hands together. “Great! We could also move the couch a bit closer, that way we will be both warm, and comfortable!” He picked up a log. “Ryuunosuke, could you get that lighter please?”

“Sure.”

While Akutagawa was upstairs getting his lighter, and hopefully not committing arson, Dazai helped Atsushi move the couch. By the time they were done, Akutagawa had come back with the lighter, and was busy putting the wood on fire.

“And it’s done,” he announced. He brought his hands closer to the fire, feeling its warmth starting to spread. “It might take a few minutes for it to really take but once it does, we will be fine.”

Dazai pulled the blanket off the couch and spread it open. “Time for a cuddle up!”  

“Do we really have to?”

“Come on, Ryuu, we’ll warmer!” He beckoned him to come over, and Akutagawa rolled his eyes, though he complied. “Besides, we don’t want you getting sick,” he went on, “you’re sensitive.”

“I’m not sensitive,” he protested, sitting by him. “I just get sick easily.”

“Right, right.” Dazai made a small but strangely enthusiastic movement with his hands. “Move over a bit, Atsushi gets to be in the middle!”

“Why would I be in the middle?”

“Because you’re warm,” Dazai reminded him. “You’re the only one of us who never gets cold feet at night! We need you in the middle.”

“Here I thought the two of you just liked shoving your cold feet against my legs for fun.” He still took the spot assigned by Dazai.

The blanket covered the three of them. Along with the warmth of the fire, the temperate was perfect, and they quickly settled into a comfortable silence, leaning against one another.

“It’s not so bad, don’t you think?” Dazai remarked.

“I still hope the power comes back tomorrow.” Atsushi wiggled a bit. “If we do this every night until the end of the holiday, you guys are going to end up crushing me.”

“I don’t care.” Akutagawa pushed himself closer. “You’re warm. Like a furnace.”

“Seriously?” He sighed. “Between that and the fire thing, sometimes I wonder which one of your is the worst.”

“It’s Dazai.”

“It’s Ryuu.”

“Why am I even dating you.”

Dazai laughed, resting his head on Atsushi’s shoulder. “Because we’re adorable.”

“You’ll be even more adorable when you get your cold feet off my leg!”

“Never.”

#dazaiholidayweek19 #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazatsuaku #dazakuatsu #dazai osamu #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi #ot3 #they're all boyfriends #atsushi is always warm and i'll stand by that headcanon forever #also once you've tamed akutagawa he's basically a cat #sorry late for that day

[chouetteffraie]

campanula heart [dazakuatsu]

A gift for my wife, who provides for me in the driest, most trying of times uwu

I’m sorry it’s so late!! I am an entire mess and I don’t know why I am like this but! I got it done uwu

“Campanula[s] [bellflowers] represent...gratitude, humility, attractiveness and everlasting love.”

-

"I respectfully request that you leave this relationship.”

“What?” Atsushi wasn’t certain he had heard Akutagawa correctly. However, the dagger-like scowl Akutagawa gave him as he leaned against the fridge confirmed that, whatever was said, it was not intended to be friendly. The only thing preventing Atsushi from standing still in shock and confusion was the plastic bag digging in to his fingers, weighed down by the groceries he had just been sent to get. He set them on the table before asking for clarification again.

“I think it’d be best if you left this relationship,” Akutagawa repeated, expression as blank as usual.

Atsushi didn’t understand. He had thought that, at this point in their time together, he and Akutagawa had reached a sort of agreement. Over the months of trying to navigate this relationship, dealing with Dazai’s antics and, more recently, living under the same roof as each other, Atsushi was beginning to think that Akutagawa really was becoming an ally. Being greeted by an order to leave was not what he expected.

Akutagawa’s refusal to elaborate was bringing out a defensive streak in Atsushi. “Why would I do that?” He returned, starting to put away the groceries.

“You aren’t appreciating Dazai enough. I refuse to stand by and let my boyfriend-”

“Our boyfriend,” Atsushi interrupted, already having tuned out to most of Akutagawa’s monologue. He could see Akutagawa glare at him from the corner of his eye before turning up his nose to him in an act of haughtiness.

“-be taken for granted on a daily basis,” Akutagawa finished. “So, rationally, you must leave.”

Atsushi all but scoffed, fiddling with the can in his hands and trying not to sass Akutagawa out of the house. He certainly could, and part of him was convinced he should, but he knew that having a pouting Akutagawa and exasperated Dazai wouldn’t be a pleasant predicament to be in. “What makes you think I don’t appreciate Dazai?”

“Well, half the time you’re with him, all you do is scold him and tell him what to do! He doesn’t need someone harping on him constantly!”

“I scold him because he’s trying to end his life all the time! Maybe if I had a little backup, I wouldn’t have to be on his case all the time!”

“What good would that do? Neither of you ever listen to me!” Akutagawa snaps, crossing his arms. When Atsushi pulls back with an expression of shock, Akutagawa tilted his head so he could look down his nose at Atsushi in faux arrogance. After a beat of silence, Akutagawa added quietly, “None of us are very good at sharing our affection. One of us is bound to leave, and I don’t want it to be me.”

Any display of vulnerability coming from the Akutagawa Ryunosuke was a rare sight indeed. Even for Atsushi, who spent a large portion of his free time with the man, hearing a confession of such genuine emotion was enough to make him stop in his tracks. It was hard to be mad at Akutagawa, especially considering how hard he’s worked to ‘earn his keep’ in the relationship. 

He was the black sheep, in a way, what with working in the mafia away from Dazai and Atsushi. He was the one who was put down by both of them when he first met Atsushi, told he was less than Dazai’s new student and beaten by Dazai before that. Atsushi was embarrassed to find he hadn’t exactly stopped looking down on Akutagawa. Old habits died hard, and Atsushi’s tendency to view Akutagawa as a criminal over the troubled man Dazai talked so highly of behind his back hadn’t ebbed over time. If anything, he was the one who wasn’t putting enough effort into the relationship, not Akutagawa. The shame rose up to color his face pink, all the way to the tip of his ears.

With a sigh, Atsushi put the can on the table. “How about you help me with dinner?” Atsushi asked. “I think we have enough to make him something really nice. And we can eat it all together. It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

Akutagawa’s glance out of the corner of his eye only sent a message of a single word: doubtful. Atsushi added, “You can be in charge of dessert. I’ll help you if you need it, but you can take all the credit.”

There was a moment of silence before Akutagawa finally caved. “I don’t think I’ll need your help,” he snapped, but the slight twitch at the corner of his lips told Atsushi his bite was in jest.

Mostly.

-

A thin tendril of Rashomon snuck back to Akutagawa’s coat as he coughed in his hand, both to ease the tickle in his chest and hide his nerves. Atsushi gave him a grateful look for preventing the plates on the counter from crashing down and readjusted the pile while Akutagawa fiddled with the table settings. He usually wasn’t the one to do something so domestic for anyone but his sister- normally, a dinner date that was his responsibility was held at a posh restaurant he could pay off for their silence on his identity. He had no experience setting up a nice meal at home- any chance he got to cook was normally quick and thoughtless before he tried to get some sleep. Now, though, he wasn't sure what to think. Would Dazai like it? Did everything look alright? He hated this uncertainty gnawing at his stomach.

Atsushi leaned over the table and placed a lot in the middle, bumping Akutagawa with his shoulder as he tugged the pot holders off his hands. "Hey. I wouldn't worry about it. Dazai will eat anything if you ask him to."

"What makes you say that?"

"You think he'd keep either of us around if he didn't have a soft spot for us?" Atsushi asks. "I can't say I haven't been jealous of how highly he regards you."

Akutagawa nodded, silent. There were a million things he could've said: He thinks of you the same way, or I understand that feeling, or maybe even perhaps we should get over this rivalry, a real relationship with you doesn't sound too bad. He knows that Atsushi understands, at least somewhat.

The front door slams shut and an exuberant shout filled the apartment. "My, my, it smells delicious in here! Has Atsushi made me dinner?" Dazai asks. When he peers in the kitchen, though, he lets out a delighted gasp. "And Akutagawa? Did I forget my own birthday?"

"We told you you were the only one who worked today," Atsushi chided, sliding over to make room for Dazai as he slung an arm over both him and Akutagawa.

"Well, it looks amazing," Dazai complimented. "Thank you, Atsushi," he tilted his head to plant a kiss on the his forehead before turning his attention to the other man beside him. "Ryuu~" he added, granting him a kiss with a teasingly devious smile spread across his features. Nobody misses the uncharacteristic bashful tint coloring his cheeks pink as he looked away, practically boring a hole into the table with his gaze.

"Yeah. Thank you, Ryuunosuke," Atsushi addressed. The color on Akutagawa's pale skin deepened.

"It was nothing," he mumbled, before he said indignantly, "What're you laughing at, Dazai?"

The chest he was leaning on had been bouncing with laughter, eventually spasming so violently the two men had to pull away. Dazai doubled over in laughter, hand clutching his chest as if it hurt. That was the thing, though: he felt no pain, only a fullness that made him want to cry, laugh and vomit at the same time. It seemed that laughter was the least concerning option for him to take.

"Are you okay?" Atsushi finally asked, helping guide Dazai to straighten out. Through deep heaves trying to catch his breath, Dazai nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just...lets eat before dinner gets cold, yeah?"

The three of them, together, getting along. It was a surprising sight for anybody who may have caught a glimpse, even for the three involved. But Dazai could only feel grateful for his companions, noting their smiles at him and each other.

It was nothing, Akutagawa had said. He didn't know how wrong he was.

To Dazai, at least, this was everything.

#did this turn into mostly shin soukoku? kinda #i tried and i hope you like it aldkf #dazakuatsu #dazai x atsushi x akutagawa #my stuff #my stuff dazakuatsu #dazai #akutagawa #atsushi #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryunoske #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #my stuff bsd