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tecchoussuperlady · 23 days

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Hello! I saw your request open so I came here! Hope you are doing good!

Can I request a Ranpo x Reader who is motherly towards him? He slowly would have a crush on her, like a Dom reader without NSFW! Thank you so much :')!

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EAT MY LOVE

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I was so excited to write this, thanks for the request ml!

I swear the more (far) you read it gets better.

Warnings: very slight violence (a slap on the face), allegory, cursing, very hidden SA (s/o being uncomfortable) -not by Ranpo!

1,776 words.

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Atsushi's tired legs lead him towards the well known building. He could get there even with blindfolded eyes. His daily worries changed a lot since his life took a 360° turn. But there is nothing he regrets now, even if he is risking his life daily, he's not scared. He got place where does he belongs to and feels happy.

He hurriedly opened the door and let his body fell on the older sofa. If it was any other day he would complain about it's uncomfortable and prostrate being. But this old sofa never felt as soft as today.

"Ahh finally back..."

In the background was echoing loud sounds of lady wearing heels going towards the floor. She sat on the couch next to the silver haired boy and patted his head, as exhausted as him.

"How was the mission?"

A boy with ginger hair asked the two.

"Terrible."

The young lady said with heavy accent.

"We had to be hidden in dirty bushes for hours. I can't even feel my feet anymore. And worse, the port mafia was trying to engage too. Oh man, i wish we could eat Tea on rice"

Atsutshi sighed at the memory of his latest mission.

"When we are talking about food, did you bring me the pastry from the new bakery?"

Ranpo barged into the conversation without second thought.

[Name] got up from the older sofa and waved with a paper bag in front of the detective's face.

"Oh, how amazing coworker I am. Aren't I?"

"Yea yea, now give it to me!"

Before Ranpo could snatch it from her hands she opened the bag and took out the wagashi.

"Open up!"

The detective opened his mouth without hesitation.

As her hand was moving closer and closer to his mouth she stopped for a second and then put the delicious pastry in her mouth.

"Uh? Hey!"

The detective started whining and pouting as if the world was about to collapse.

"Mmm so yummy, maybe if you were less greedy and more decent i would give you some!"

"You are such a meanie [name]! Give it to me!"

You ignored his whinning and your attention shifted to your Atsutshi.

"Atsutshi! Aren't you tired and hungry after such a long mission?"

When Ranpo realized that you are trying to give the candy to Atsutshi he started screaming even louder.

"How can you even-"

You quickly stuffed his mouth full with the wagashi and he happily started munching on it.

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"[Name]..."

"What is it?"

Your fingers were carefully going through Ranpo's hair and massaging his scalp.

"Wanna sleep over today?"

"Last time i did, I woke up with half of my hair covered in your droll..."

A/n: i once read that Ranpo would chew on his s/o hair in sleep and i can't get it out of my head

Ranpo turned his head away in embarrassment and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"I don't know what are you talking about, you probably saw it in your dream..."

"Of course."

You brushed it off trying to suspend your laugh so he wouldn't get more embarrassed.

"And anyways, I'm already taken on today's night. I'm going out."

"Out? Why would you go out at night?"

Ranpo turned his back to you opening his emerald eyes looking into your soul as an lost kid.

"I'm going on a date."

You said with unbothered tone.

"But why?"

"To find someone obviously-"

"But you have us already, why do you need someone else? You have me."

"Well..."

You weren't how much Ranpo was into this theme. He understands the point of dating even over his partly childish personality, right?"

"... It's for a different type of close person. Like-"

"I know what do you mean. I'm not dumb. I'm the smartest detective in the world after all! Just, I don't think you need someone else."

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Your date wasn't what you expected at all. He was too noisy and...

He doesn't know how to use chopsticks. Even with your attempts to make him change it for a fork he wasn't giving up and both of you were receiving weird looks. You were certain that you won't ever step foot into this restaurant again.

You weren't sure why you hate his loud self. You were decently used to it as co worker of Ranpo Edogawa and Dazai Osamu. So why did this guy's existence was annoying you? You weren't sure.

Him slurping noodles was one of the worst sounds you ever heard, but you were certain that Ranpo is ten times louder. And his loud giggles though Ranpo is sometimes so loud that the whole street has to close their windows.

And last but not least was him eyeing you shamelessly. Dazai did that at least once a day with some flirty note. And Ranpo would sometimes move his eyes to where they definitely shouldn't look. Though you never confront him about it. You don't even know by yourself why. It was just... a lot different?

"So, your top is really pretty..."

The man's eyes fell lower towards your chest.

"... do you usually wear such a clothing to work?"

You slowly looked up from your food at the man.

"Just shut the fuck up and eat your food."

You stuffed your mouth with the food and looked outside of the window annoyed, ignoring the confused expression on the man's face.

As you were thinking about how the two of you will pay for the food your phone started ringing.

The man looked up from his food and you picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"[Name]! We need your help urgently!"

"Huh, what is it?"

"Ranpo-san uhhh..."

"What is with him? Did he finally got diagnosed with diabetes or-"

"They took him! He was on his way to buy some snacks and they kidnapped him!"

Why was he even buying snacks at 9pm? Uh, nevermind. Did the agency got the location?"

"Yes, they did. I will send it to you, thanks! You are the best."

Atsushi hang up the phone and looked at his coworker.

"Ranpo-san... are you sure that this will work? I mean, [name] is not stupid and i don't really wanna get into problems with her."

"Just trust me! She will be too worried to realize it's fake, she cares about me after all, right?"

"I guess, but she will so mad when she will find out."

"Leave it on me! And now you can go back to your apartment to Kyouka. I will be okay."

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There was not a single athletic bone in your body, that's what you knew for years. But right now you felt like you were about to break an world record. If you came too late, this afternoon might be the last time you saw Ranpo alive.

Where are others?!

They can't be to far away or too busy when someone's life is in danger.

With one swift kick the door flew open and Ranpo was sitting calmly on a chair in the middle of the old dirty room from a past hospital which was left there abandoned.

"Hey! I thought that you will let me die here all alone. You were taking quite-"

Your hands quickly hugged him. Eyes getting glossy from fighting tears.

"Please don't cry, it's not even an real kidnapping!"

"What?"

"I personally hoped that your inteligence isn't so low to not realize it's fake. If i were really kidnapped Fukuzawa would definitely already be there in matter of seconds, no matter how busy he is. Or anyone else. Were you really that worried about me? Because-"

...

The sound of slap landing on that delicate skin echoed the room. And everything went silent.

"What are you-"

"You selfish idiot! You are really nothing but a dumb kid! Why on the earth would you such a stupid thing? Why?! What would you do if next time someone actually kidnapped you and i would assume it's your another stupid joke and you would die!"

"The detective's eyes widened and tears started spilling."

"Can't you once act like an decent human being? Do you think that this was that funny to play with your life?"

"I... I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to be like this!"

The dark haired boy said in between sobs.

"Then why?"

"Because i don't want you to leave me! You keep going out on dates or with others, but eventually you will want to get married to them sooner or later and you will leave me and forget me."

You started at the crying boy with stunned face.

"Why do you think i would forget about you or get married? All men outside are jerks anyways."

Your hands softly caressed his hair and hugged him. He still couldn't stop crying.

"I'm sorry, don't leave me."

"How could i leave you? Who else would bring you your daily sweets and let you chew on their hair?"

"I'm serious, i love you."

You stopped caressing his hair and looked down at him.

"What?"

There was no response, just muffled sobbing. Ranpo... why did you even looked at him as kid all the time? He was an adult, older than you. How could you never notice.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded with his head still burried in your chest.

You gave him little kiss on his forehead and slowly started wiping his tears away.

"More than your favorite lollipops?"

Another nod.

You couldn't fight away the smile and gave him peck on his cheek and another on his other cheek.

"I feel honoured then."

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I promise, I will correct the grammar mistakes tomorrow in the morning.

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tokagedreams · 10 months

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EDGAR ALLAN POE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

(a/n: i have soooo many more thoughts about poe bro i love him so much..anyway, fellow poe fans if you have poe requests i am begging you to drop them in my inbox)

pre-relationship

- the two of you met back in america years ago. you guys start out as ride-or-die best friends, you’re the inseparable duo that does everything together. when poe goes to yokohama with the guild, you go with him even if you’re not a guild member.

- you’re an infuriating case of ‘the two besties that are clearly in love with each other but would rather die than confess because they’re convinced their feelings are unrequited when they obviously aren’t’. you’ve basically been acting like a couple for at least a year but somehow you and poe are both convinced that it’s just a friendship to the other person and nothing more.

- both the guild and the ADA assumed you were already dating until poe referred to you as his ‘best friend’ and they’re just like are you fr right now?? 🤨 it’s literally so freaking obvious you two are head over heels in love to everyone except for you and poe. especially if you’re not even in the guild and you moved across the world just to be with poe 💀 ranpo (affectionately) hates you guys because you refuse to believe him when he tells you that your feelings are requited.

confession

- ranpo #1 wingman frfr!! at first he tries to make it happen naturally, but eventually he realizes that’s a lost cause..so he basically forces poe to confess to you because he’s so sick and tired of hearing poe lament about how you don’t love him back when you obviously do!! i could see ranpo being like “i’m not reading any of your new novels until you confess to (y/n) 😈” and that would be the final straw because poe is not about to throw away all his chances of ever beating his rival.

- i think we all agree that poe is a hopeless romantic, but i feel like he would just be too anxious to actually do anything fancy for a confession. he’s probably fantasized about the perfect confession a hundred times, but when he gets pressured to actually do it, all of those plans go out the window because he’s just freaking out lol.

- he’d tell you to come over because he needs to ‘show you something important’, he doesn’t make it obvious that he’s going to confess his feelings at all. so you get to his house and he tells you to wait on the couch while he gathers everything, and you’re starting to get anxious too because you’re like ummm wtf is he about to show me?? poe goes to his office and after a moment of ‘gathering’ (he actually already had his stuff sorted beforehand, he spent the entire time petting karl to muster up some courage), he brings you this giant stack of messy papers and just stands there awkwardly. and you’re so freaking confused until you start reading them and you realize that they’re all love letters and poems about you, written by poe himself. they’re all dated too so you can see that they range from today all the way back to like at least two years ago.

- poor poe is actually sitting there literally trembling while you read, anxiously waiting for you to respond. obviously you tell him you love him too, and he honestly looks like he doesn’t believe it or just can’t process it for a second, you have to kiss him on the cheek or something to get him to register the fact that you seriously love him. but after that he’s like the happiest you’ve ever seen him, he’s hugging you so hard, grabbing your hands and he might even excitedly kiss your face a couple times. this is genuinely a dream come true for him so he can go a little wild as a treat <3

- he owes ranpo so bad after this btw 💀

relationship

- since you and poe had been acting like a couple for a long while before officially getting together, it’s not that hard to get used to an actual relationship. now there’s just a lot less uncertainty and hesitance, you can comfortably do all of the things that you previously chickened out of because you didn’t want to ‘ruin your friendship’. your feelings aren’t a secret anymore, so you both have free reign to be as affectionate as you want to be.

- in terms of love language, i really feel like poe could appreciate any kind of love from you. he might be a little shy about physical affection, and he probably won’t want to do much of it in public, but in private i think he would secretly love it. his favorite type of love to receive from you would probably be words of affirmation, this man needs that praise and validation so badly!! in the beginning of your relationship, he doesn’t know how to handle your compliments, if you’re flirty he will simply explode. he eventually gets more accustomed to it, but he still blushes like crazy and gets all bashful every time you praise him. his favorite type of love to give to you is probably acts of service, just look at how much he bends over backwards to do favors for ranpo in canon lol. he will do literally anything for you!! with his absurd salary and spending habits, you can count on being showered in gifts too, he just wants to spoil you!

- you and poe are definitely one of those couples that enjoys just chilling in the same room doing your own separate things. it will actually make him so happy if you just quietly sit in his office while he writes! maybe after you’ve been dating for a long time he might even have you sit on his lap sometimes.. 😳 since he spends so much time in there obsessively writing new novels to beat ranpo, it got really lonely with just him and karl, so having you there just makes everything better. he also probably doesn’t take very good care of himself when he’s really focused on writing, so he will be eternally thankful if you help make sure he eats, drinks and sleeps enough. he might be the type to say “just one more chapter..” every time you tell him to go to bed, but you can usually persuade him with the promise of cuddles and a kiss goodnight.

- speaking of cuddles when you go to sleep…i am convinced that poe would secretly love being the little spoon!! he’ll of course default to being the big spoon unless you’re somehow taller than him, because that’s kinda just the norm for tall people in most cases. he might even be hesitant at first if you ask him to swap places with you, because he’s likely never done that before, but when you hold him for the first time..it immediately becomes his new favorite thing. it makes him feel so safe and secure and loved, please hold this man!!

- you play with poe’s hair all the time, it’s something you both enjoy because damn he has a lot of hair and it’s really fluffy. you push his bangs back because you want to actually see his eyes for once!! it makes him so flustered because he lowkey feels exposed without his bangs, but if you tell him his eyes are pretty he’ll be like “omg really?? 🥺” and forget all about his embarrassment. it works every single time. when poe is stressed, he often just lays his head in your lap and lets you run your fingers through his hair, it’s very grounding and calming to him. he gets embarrassed if you catch him off guard and just randomly start petting his hair, he tells you to go pet karl instead 💀

- poe is 100% the type of guy to kiss your knuckles or your forehead all the time. he’ll kiss you on the lips too, but it can be kind of overwhelming, so he doesn’t initiate those kisses as often. i think he would like being kissed on the cheek by you a lot, something simple and sweet to brighten his mood. despite being your partner, he still gets nervous to ask you for kisses when he wants them, but he’s honestly pretty unintentionally obvious about it so you can usually tell lol.

- poe gets so embarrassed if you ever read his novels, he knows that you appreciate his writing, but your opinion is so important to him that he gets anxious about it. he usually doesn’t let you read books that he’s written to challenge ranpo until after he’s already shown them to the detective. but you always read them when he gets back home and he’s all mopey after ranpo has successfully solved another one of his mysteries. although he remains determined to continue trying, it’s always a major blow to his self esteem when he loses to ranpo again. so you read the books for yourself so that you can praise him about every specific detail and make him feel better about himself and his work. you may not be his rival or the greatest detective in the world, but you are poe’s partner, so your words are still very meaningful to him.

- poe would definitely call you lots of pet names if you’re comfortable with it. he calls you things like ‘my dearest’ and ‘my beloved’, but he’ll also call you things like ‘darling’ and ‘love’. if you have a nickname, he’ll typically use that in place of your full name because it feels more intimate to him. if you do the same to him, he’ll be so happy! he’s down with being called basically any term of endearment as long as it comes from you, but some may make him more flustered than others. if you shorten his name and call him ‘ed’ it makes him feel so much closer to you.

- poe talks about you all the freaking time! he’s not above straight up bragging about how great his partner is, he constantly feels the need to tell everyone how great you are. hopefully ranpo likes you a lot because my guy has to listen to poe gushing about you constantly lol. if poe ever finds out that you’ve told your friends good things about him, it will warm his heart and make him feel so appreciated. he’s basically never prepared for you to match his extreme passion in your relationship, it shocks him every single time and he can’t believe he actually met someone who loves him as strongly as he loves them.

(a/n: thanks for reading my first fic on this account! i hope you guys like my theme lol, i just wanna be known as the tokage guy who writes bsd fics)

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anqelically · 4 months

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IKIGAI | OSAMU DAZAI X FEM!READER

003. THREE INVITATIONS

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The agency receives a case in which they must protect a certain man from an old prophecy

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Descriptions of dead bodies, the prophecy inspired by the tv show “the originals”

WORD COUNT: 2K words

SERIES INTRODUCTION | CH2 | CH4

OVER A MONTH HAD PASSED since Dazai joined the Armed Detective Agency. Although Y/N hadn't gotten the time to work with Dazai on a case directly, she was sure that he would be one of the greatest detectives the agency would have.

Just from some of the reports she'd read and the times they'd talked, she could tell that he was incredibly intelligent. He was quite a character sometimes, but that didn't hinder his brains one bit.

Three of the cases he and Kunikida handled could've gone wrong at any moment, but Dazai managed to outsmart the criminals. He and Kunikida were a great pair when they worked together.

Today at the agency was just another day of sorting through paperwork for Y/N. She thought the day would end with her doing the same, but she was mistaken when Fukuzawa called in all the detectives for a meeting.

In the meeting room, everyone sat around the long table. Y/N and Yosano sat on one side, Ranpo and Dazai on the other, Fukuzawa sat facing the board, and Kunikida was the one standing in front of it.

Meetings like this before the agency is even involved in a case usually meant everyone was working on it.

"So, what's going on?" Y/N decided to be the one to ask.

"Well, the agency has, obviously, taken on a new case. So far, 5 deaths have been accounted for." Kunikida hung up different photos of each of the victims. They were both their license photos and the photos of their bodies. "Here, the victims were all successful business owners in the Kansai region. Specifically, they ran their businesses around Kyoto and Osaka. You can see that each of their deaths is different."

The picture of the first dead man was in a fish tank. The water had turned red and his body pruned. His eyes remained open as the pictures were taken. Any person walking by must've felt like he was staring into their soul.

The second body was found in a pond in the middle of a flower garden. The woman, in this case, had her insides taken out. With the space, vipers slithered around her body.

The third victim's body was set up in a similar fashion in a dirt bed. Instead of his insides being removed, the lower half of his mouth was. Larvae were found all over his body and inside of what remained of his mouth.

The fourth died with countless bullet-sized holes in his body. Though, there were no bullets left at the scene. His body was wet, lying in a puddle of water when it was discovered.

The final victim, the fifth business owner, died by burning alive. His body, crisp and charred, was tied to where he passed away, which was in a meeting room. Alcohol flooded the floor at the scene.

Yosano grimaced, "How disgusting."

"I agree," Kunikida pushed his glasses up.

"So, how were you sure that each death is connected? Excluding that they were all found in unique circumstances," Dazai questioned.

"Each of them was found by multiple employees, and all of them saw the messages that were left with the bodies."

"What messages?"

Kunikida put another photo on the wall and Y/N read it out loud, "'And if each event shall be passed, may the end of the cursed be fulfilled.' The cursed?"

"If that was on each body, then I assume there's still more to come," the doctor guessed.

Ranpo finally spoke up, taking his cherry lollipop out of his mouth, "There's going to be one more, actually."

"How did you figure that out?"

"These killings... they're based on some prophecy from a long time ago. It was hard to find about online."

"Was this prophecy real?" Y/N then asked.

"Nope," Ranpo shook his head and answered, bored, "not at all. The culprit just wants it to seem so. It's easy to see through, really."

"So, how does it go?" Dazai sprung up, "Oh, is it a song~? Maybe we can all sing it right here and the culprit will come right to us."

"As if it would be that easy," Kunikida sighed. He recited, "'With each event that passed, the more light was revealed. Thou should know the signs of blood from water, vipers from the rivers, larvae from the soil, ice rain from the skies, fire across the water, tsunamis from the sea, the death of the cursed firstborn.'"

"A man found in a tank of his own blood and water, a woman with vipers all over her body, a man in the same condition but with larvae, a man with holes in his body on top of a puddle of water, and another guy who was found burnt to a crisp. Hm," Dazai released a breath as if he were tired, "the prophecy sounds about right. There'll be one more victim, and they're going to be killed by a so-called tsunami from the sea."

"That is where you are wrong." Everyone looked towards the president, who was the one to speak. He continued, "We, the Armed Detective Agency, will put our effort into preventing this final murder."

No one had to utter a word to express that they agreed. However, preventing the final murder required a few things. The first was to know who the final victim was. Y/N expressed this concern, and Fukuzawa said they had an answer.

The final victim, according to Ranpo, was going to be a man named Kei Yoshikawa.

Kunikida had no doubt that Ranpo was right, considering that it was Ranpo and they had the image of Yoshikawa in the files. "How'd you figure that out, Ranpo-san?"

"Well, their goal is to kill this cursed firstborn, right? Yoshikawa here fits that role perfectly. The business owners that have already died may have run their buildings separately, but this guy is the man at the top. He basically owns them all. From almost nothing, he built this life for himself. But with the recent killings, some people have begun to see the company as cursed— Yoshikawa as cursed. He's also the first and only child of his family. Hence, he's the cursed firstborn."

"So, how do we plan on preventing this anyway? Are we having Yosano-sensei stick by as we follow him?" Dazai tilted his head.

Kunikida sighed, "Yoshikawa is hosting a party in celebration of the company going 10 years strong. It's probably also to keep everyone's minds off of these brutal murders. It's tomorrow, here, in Yokohama. Due to the Armed Detective Agency's connections, the president was able to acquire us invitations.”

"So we're all going," Yosano took her chin off of her hand. "That makes it easier."

"The final plague can easily happen because Yokohama is right by the ocean," Dazai pointed out. "If it happens-"

Y/N interrupted, "We won't let it, remember? We'll stop whoever's behind it. We are the agency, after all."

"Stop a natural disaster?" Yosano quirked her brow.

Dazai cupped his chin, "But it's not going to be a natural disaster, is it? It's an ability. If we get the ability user, we stop the disaster. They'll most definitely be there because there's no way they can set up such a death without being in or near the building."

"Newbie's right," Ranpo commented. "One of you will always stick by Yoshikawa, as Dazai said. President wasn't trying to give us away, so he was only able to snag us 3 invitations.”

Fukuzawa slid 3 envelopes onto the table space in front of him, "Y/N, Yosano, Dazai, you three will work the case from the inside."

| 生きがい |

WITH HER FINGERS RUNNING DOWN HER CURVES, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. Y/N donned an outfit that didn't have much color. She decided to wear a black v-neck dress that stopped shortly above her knees. As for jewelry, she adorned her silver necklace with a crescent moon pendant.

The following day had arrived and the time of the celebration was near. At Yosano's apartment, where Y/N used to live, the two women were getting ready. They were practically done, just adding a few touches to their looks.

"Oneesan," she called, "I don't know what to do with my hair. Do you think putting half of it up will look good?"

She looked towards Yosano, who was putting on gold earrings. She wore a violet dress, silk like Y/N's, that was off-shoulder. A simple necklace was wrapped around her neck, in addition to a similar bracelet. The doctor wore her hair like normal, the metal butterfly clipped to the side of her head.

Like how Yosano always wore the clip, Y/N always wore the red ribbon she had in her hand. After she would tie her hair back, she'd tie the ribbon around it. A gift for her 17th birthday, the first one she spent with the Armed Detective Agency. As long as she had it and the other ones she received, she'd wear it.

Yosano slipped behind Y/N, placing her hands on her shoulders, "Let's tie your hair back like normal. It'll make things easier if they go south."

Fukuzawa slid 3 envelopes onto the table space in front of him, "Y/N, Yosano, Dazai, you three will work the case from the inside."

The said trio stared at the president in silence, being the only ones that weren't notified. Yosano, however, had a feeling that she'd be called. After all, it was her ability that saved the lives of many.

"Fukuzawa-sama," Y/N raised her hand politely, "is there any reason for us specifically?"

The older man gestured to Ranpo, who only huffed. He answered, "Yosano-san can heal, that's obvious. However, she can't nullify abilities like you or Dazai over here. His ability nullifies other abilities. But if you're fast enough, you can do the same by taking them into your ability."

Dazai, the only one clueless about the full extent of Y/N's ability, darted his eyes toward her. The young woman was talking with Ranpo thoughtfully. Another person who can nullify abilities... Dazai wouldn't have guessed.

Though, Ranpo made it clear that there was a downside to her ability nullification.

"That's all that happens, isn't it?" Y/N weakly joked. "But even so, we can usually handle it. From what I'm sure we all heard, Dazai-san is plenty capable."

"I just want you to be careful with him, okay?" Yosano smiled at the younger one.

Y/N pouted, "Oniisan first, and now you? You guys make it seem like something bad will happen."

"I'm just saying, darling. Don't rely too much on someone like him." Yosano grabbed her heels and sat down, "In the end, we've only got ourselves. You two may be paired up specifically, but don't count on Dazai. He's too mysterious, that one."

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror once more. Her hair was slicked back into a sleek ponytail, thanks to Yosano. Behind her, she could see her flats sitting on top of the empty shoe box.

Her eyes dropped down to her hands, "Understood. Though, I don't think I'd ever fall into a ditch because of Dazai-san. I agree that he's actually pretty mysterious for being someone who jokes a lot, but that doesn't change anything. He's a member of the agency, a member accepted by Kunikida-san and Fukuzawa-sama. I trust their judgment, so I trust Dazai. But like you said, I'm not going to rely on him."

Yosano hummed, "Good thing, Y/N. If you did fall into a ditch because of him, I have the feeling that it won't end well for either of you."

The 19 year old made a confused sound, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not totally sure myself. But if he ever does hurt you, trust me when I say he'll get that pain back tenfold."

WRITTEN: 03/12/2023

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

i love protective!yosano okay 😔🫶🏻

@seneon @chuuyrr @kentopedia @cloudwisp @aureatchi

#୨୧ [ ikigai ]#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd x you #bsd #bungou stray dogs

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robsterskellington · 2 months

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So the first snippet you all wanted was for Soukoku, so I guess we shouldn't have been surprised that you all wanted Shin Soukoku next!

Context: Vanitas has been in Yokohama for over a month now, still has amnesia, and has managed to cure some of the Vampires created by Bram's Ability by using the Book of Vanitas (disclaimer: that is *not* Vanitas' Ability, its just something the book can do- instead of curing Vampires of malnomens, it turns Vampires created by Bram back into Humans). Akutagawa is slowly healing and wants to know exactly how he feels about Atsushi, so now that he's human again, he has been trying to spend time with Atsushi. This is one of those times. Vanitas is not in this piece, but he is mentioned a bit.

Enjoy!

*Ugh, it's the full moon again tonight...* Atsushi was grateful for the affects of All Men Are Created Equal, however the one thing that it couldn't stop was Byakko coming out completely every full moon. It was difficult to lock himself up or hide, though he was always grateful that Dazai had that storage container for him to use. He was mostly moody because...

Atsushi wasn't stupid, obviously he knew at some point Akutagawa and he would have to fight properly, but he couldn't deny that hanging out with Akutagawa outside of everything had been fun. They would spar, they would discuss things about work, though talking about the past was difficult for both of them. They both had their scars, but that was okay- it was a sign that they'd survived so much terror.

As if his thoughts had manifested the man in his thoughts, Akutagawa had sent him a text; Atsushi had wanted to keep in touch officially, since when they weren't fighting each other, they actually defended one another, Akutagawa's neck was proof of that claim. Shaking his head, ridding himself of that nightmarish image, Atsushi opened the text:

*Jinko, I know what tonight is, but I still want you to meet up with me today. If you trust me enough, meet me at the teahouse near the Red Brick Warehouse, in one hour.*

"You should trust him," Ranpo said before Atsushi could even gather his thoughts- he just looked towards the detective, who had a pocky sticking out of his mouth, and was looking through some drawings that Vanitas had made, "Akutagawa's obviously up to something, and I can confirm it's nothing nefarious. Even if it was, you'd still go, right?"

"I don't need to confirm that, you already know you're right." It was like Ranpo was a mind-reader. *Not Gifted, my ass.* Still, he was right, of course he was. If Akutagawa asked to meet, then he'd go, even if nobody else trusted him. The deadline was now four months away, but it didn't matter to him- he could only live in the present for the time being, so he wouldn't let the thoughts of his and Akutagawa's inevitable fight to the death bother him.

Besides, he wasn't needed at the office anyway. Vanitas was probably at the café with the Tanizaki's, the President was at a meeting with Special Operations, and Dazai was likely causing problems. Kyouka and Kenji were enrolled at the local school, so they were likely at their apartments doing their homework. Though Ranpo essentially gave him the go-ahead, Kunikida frowned at him, "Akutagawa's just trying to get you to drop your guard, make it easier for him to kill you."

"No, he isn't. Even if he was, he's still gotta keep his promise for another four months, he won't fight me until then..." Wait, was he actually *defending* the guy who was going to turn him into a tiger skin rug? Atsushi had caught himself but cleared his throat, "I don't believe there's malicious intent. Besides, I can handle myself. I promise, Mr. Kunikida."

Kunikida looked at him from over the top of his glasses and sighed, "Fine. I may not trust that wretched dog, but I trust *you*. Try and stay safe."

"I will!" He ran off after that, though he had the sense to keep his location on his cell in case anything did happen. He doubted Akutagawa would break his promise and kill him early, but one can never be too careful.

*****

The teahouse was one that Akutagawa frequented with Gin, since it was a nice halfway point between the Port Mafia base and their apartment. Akutagawa felt a bit more relaxed than usual- Vanitas had found that despite his Ability being unrelated to the book, which apparently showed illnesses and maladies in Vampires, he could still use it- Vampires were turning back to human, though it was a slow process, since Vanitas was only one man, and Fukuchi had turned about 38% of the entire world into Vampires.

He saw Atsushi heading in his direction and gave him his full attention, "Weretiger. How are you feeling?"

"...same as I always do on days like this." Akutagawa gave him a look of pity; the full transformations weren't something Atsushi had control of, and containing a wild tiger was about as easy as it sounded. Byakko never hurt anyone, but it would break into places that had food, or rummage for scraps. It was a good thing that the Municipal Police and the Military Police had agreed that he wasn't a risk, otherwise he'd be shipped off to Mersault, or put to death.

Morbid thoughts aside, Akutagawa just nodded sympathetically, "I'm going to help you with that. For now, let's get something to eat so you're not suffering later. What's your favourite?"

"I, uhh... chazuke... wait, why are you help-"

"Chazuke. Alright, I'll order us a few bowls, you're going to need the energy."

That *always* happened. Atsushi would ask Akutagawa why he was being nice, or why he was helping, or even why he was so determined to wait for months before they fought to the death, but there was never any answer. Akutagawa had changed since Vanitas reversed the Vampirism... though he also changed in a few other ways. Lungs aren't able to be healed completely once damaged, but the pain could be eased and living with painful lungs could be fine if handled correctly.

Vanitas had apparently been a doctor in his world, and had developed some herbal medicines and remedies, since his world was more advanced in some ways, less advanced in others. Astermite meant that Vanitas' world had a more advanced fuel source while this world would be royally fucked eventually. While hospitals were more advanced here, some of Vanitas' medicines were far better for so much, including a remedy to soothe Akutagawa's lungs, chest and throat.

It wasn't difficult to see all the changes. Akutagawa's coughing had all but subsided, and because of this, he was going out more often since the air didn't feel like smoke was filling his lungs every time he breathed, though he still wore a face mask whenever he went to the beach. The sun was having an affect on him as well, as he'd actually been going out and walking, so he'd developed a slight tan. Finally, the most obvious change was that he'd put on a slight bit of weight- who knew it was easier to enjoy food when you weren't constantly coughing up everything you swallowed?

Atsushi could finally see just how much Akutagawa could eat in a sitting now, and despite him obviously not gorging himself, it was apparent that it was more than he'd usually eat. They both ate until they had a small pile of bowls each, then Akutagawa paid the bill. The time was going faster than Atsushi had liked, since he honestly just wanted to sit here and talk with Akutagawa. It was like they could be normal kids for once. Akutagawa may point out that at 20 years old, he was no longer a child, but Atsushi wasn't buying that.

Once it had evidently reached the right time, Akutagawa stood up and held his hand out to Atsushi, "Are you willing to trust me?"

He shouldn't. Akutagawa had hurt him so much, and yet... when everything looked bad, and Atsushi was at his lowest moments, Akutagawa was the one to help him. Sure, Dazai had done a lot, but that was more because he must have felt obligated, Akutagawa didn't have that same issue.

Atsushi took his hand.

****

"I didn't know you could drive!" It took around an hour, but Akutagawa had driven them both to what looked like a forest just outside of town. Akutagawa had a simple black car, complete Mafia style, and Atsushi had wondered how he never knew. After all, most of the Port Mafia of a higher station, like Akutagawa, Kouyou, Chuuya and obviously the Boss, were normally driven around.

"It's a skill that a lot of people need to learn, Jinko. I learned to drive at 14." He smirked when he watched Atsushi grow pale and simply nodded, "Illegal, of course. But we are the Port Mafia for a reason. The Boss and some of the execs teach any young recruits the basic criminal stuff, like how to kill, steal, manipulate. However, we are also taught first aid, how to drive, how to cook and to protect ourselves and the Port Mafia."

"...did Dazai skip the learn to cook tutorial? And the driving one?" Atsushi winced at remembering the slop Dazai once served to them, calling it his *Super Stamina Hot Pot Curry*. Yosano's Ability worked overtime that day. And Kunikida had told Atsushi about Dazai's driving- his eyes still looked haunted by the memory, and he ended up throwing up. Driving so bad that even the memory causes motion sickness? Impressive, if not horrifying.

Akutagawa failed to hold back his laughter this time, and Atsushi stared at him; this was the first time he'd ever heard the sound of Akutagawa's laugh, and it was enough to make him smile. In that moment, with him holding his stomach and shaking with a grin on his face, Akutagawa looked younger. It was truly a sight, though Atsushi hid concern over the fact that his heart had skipped a beat, and he wasn't quite sure why his thoughts turned to just how *beautiful* Akutagawa looked with-

"No, he tried to learn," Akutagawa said while wiping a few stray tears from his eyes, continuing to giggle, "However, it was quickly decided that some things shouldn't be taught to some people. Meaning, only Dazai. Is he still bad?"

"Less said the better." Atsushi laughed, wincing at the memories. He looked around, at all the trees, flowers and listened to the birds chirping from above. It was so peaceful here, and the setting sun kept them warm for the time being. Akutagawa had picked up a backpack from the trunk of his car before they had started walking, and Atsushi knew better than to ask. Eventually, they reached a clearing, where there was a giant tree, lying on its side with its roots revealed. Atsushi glanced at Akutagawa who just stared at the tree before asking quietly, "Akutagawa, what is this place?"

"...we've known each other a long time. Obviously things are a little strained between us, but I know I can trust you. So, you can call me Ryū, if you'd like." That had made Atsushi flinch, but he couldn't deny that being told he could use not only Akutagawa's given name, but a shortened version to make it more casual, felt really good.

"Ryū. Okay, deal... though I don't think I'd get used to you calling me Atsushi. That freaked me out enough when you had the flu." They both looked embarrassed at that and Atsushi rubbed the back of his neck, "Weretiger and Jinko are fine."

"Agreed. And to answer your question... this is where I met Dazai." Atsushi froze and stared at Akutagawa, who had a warm smile on his face, "I was 14 years old. I came here, tracking down some men who had attacked Gin and I's street family."

It wasn't a secret that the Akutagawa siblings grew up in the slums, mostly the ones in Suribachi City, but to hear Akutagawa openly recounting the memories was strange. Atsushi wasn't sure he could ever actually tell anyone about his time at the Orphanage- the burns, the stabbing, getting nails hammered into his hands, the time he was nearly crucified? He ignored his thoughts as he continued to listen:

"One of the boys had stolen a diamond from those men, and Rashōmon proved that it was real. We were all so excited, thinking about where to sell it, knowing that with that money, we could buy a place of our own and enough food to live off until we could heal, get cleaned up, and find jobs to continue living a decent lifestyle." Even as desperate, starving children, they weren't willing to be stupid or wasteful with money. "However... those men hunted us down, and attacked."

"All for one diamond?!" That was disgusting. He winced and looked at Akutagawa, "How many of you were there?"

"Seven. Then suddenly, it was just Gin and myself. When I'm afraid or panicked, I can't control Rashōmon properly, so I was unable to avoid getting shot in the stomach. Gin was the only girl, and the men saw it. So they took her with them when they couldn't find the diamond, with the intent to sell her." Atsushi's body went cold, yet he couldn't imagine how Akutagawa must've felt.

A 14 year old boy, who had watched his friends die, got shot, and had his only family stolen from him. Obviously he would have wanted revenge, acted like a rabid dog who had lost too much and decided to go truly feral. Atsushi understood now why Akutagawa made sure to keep as calm as possible with fighting- if Rashōmon can't protect him, nothing can.

Again, thoughts manifested as Rashōmon took a small form, appearing as a demonic head on Akutagawa's shoulder, nuzzling its master's cheek, which made him smile. Not many people understood that Rashōmon was a Living Ability: a Gift that was literally alive. Capable of its own thoughts and feelings, but still under the control of it User. Demon Snow was an example of this, and while Byakko was as well, it was more independent and didn't do what it was told when fully out.

"I tracked the men down, to here. They didn't have Gin with them, so I demanded to know where she was. That was when they made the mistake of lying to me. They told me that she had been killed on her way to the person who bought her." He took a breath, trying not to let the memories consume him completely, "I hurt them, screamed obscenities, demanded to know who killed her. But they only screamed, or told me to kill myself if I wanted to see her again. I killed them all."

Atsushi found himself walking over to Akutagawa and putting his hands on his shoulders, "Ryū, if this is too much, I-" He watched as Akutagawa put a hand on top of his, before shaking his head.

"I'm okay, Jinko. Anyway, after that, I heard a voice from behind me. It was a boy, a little older than me, his eye wrapped with bandages. Rashōmon thought he was going to hurt me, and lashed at him, only to be dissipated by his Ability." Dazai, of course. Atsushi tilted his head and Akutagawa smirked, "The men were jewel smugglers for the Port Mafia, but found out they could make more profit by selling them to other organisations. Dazai came to eliminate them, but saw that I had done his job for him. I was lost, a scared child with nothing left. So I asked him: *can you give me a reason to live*? And he did. He lead me to the Port Mafia."

That explained Akutagawa's earlier jealousy. Dazai had saved Atsushi, too. Though the circumstances were very different. Atsushi concentrated on the story though, "Did he also lead you to Gin?"

"He did. She'd been sold to a child fighting ring." At the sight of Atsushi's jaw dropping, he sighed, "*Yes*, that's a thing. *No*, the Port Mafia doesn't allow that. We train children to work with us, we'd never force them to fight to the death for profit."

"Okay, thank God." He took a breath to relax then nodded towards the backpack, "Sorry to change the subject, but..?"

Akutagawa answered by removing the backpack and emptying its contents: a few blankets, some food, hot tea in flasks, and some spare clothes. He looked towards Atsushi and spoke gently, "There's a second reason I brought you here. I know your Tiger causes issues in town, so... now it has a whole forest to explore. I'll stay with you, make sure you don't wander off, and you can transform without fear."

Atsushi moved without thinking. He wrapped his arms tightly around Akutagawa, feeling as if he could cry. This beautiful forest was perfect for Byakko to wander and explore, and with nobody around, there was zero chance of anyone getting hurt. Akutagawa could easily protect himself if the Tiger was hostile, but he doubted that it would be. Mostly because...

Fun fact: tigers aren't able to purr like cats do, and yet- here Atsushi was, a soft rumbling sound coming from his chest, that only got louder when Akutagawa wrapped his arms around Atsushi. He made no comments about the purring, and Atsushi suddenly understood why as Rashōmon began to make a similar sound. The Tiger and Rashōmon purred together, and they made their Users want to laugh, but they were also getting their Users to relax.

After a little longer, Akutagawa pulled away, to set up the blankets. Atsushi also noticed that he'd brought a book about birds, seeing that some of the birds on the cover were actually in the forest. It would be good to see what birds they could spot while the sun was still providing light. He also had another book for entertainment- Atsushi recognised it as one Kyouka read, and while he thought the language used was a little vulgar for her, he saw that it was obviously a love story and let it slide.

They ate snacks and bird watched, but then Akutagawa decided to ask: "Do you remember how you got your Ability?" At his puzzles look, Akutagawa elaborated, "Were you born with the Tiger, or did you inherit it? Or... did the Orphanage experiment on you, or traumatise you enough that the Tiger was the result?"

Atsushi frowned to himself, having to really think about that. The first option of being born with the Tiger made sense, though it was certainly an unusual Gift to be born with. Not unheard of, just unusual. The only experiment that he went through was with Shibuzawa, but he already had the Tiger by that point. Maybe the trauma did create the Ability, but at the same time, weren't they beating the shit out of him *because* he could turn into a Tiger? He had nobody to inherit the Gift from, so that was out of the window. "...I have no idea. If I had to guess, I'd say I was born with it."

"I see. Forgive my curiosity, I just couldn't help myself!" Akutagawa wanted to know more about Atsushi, it felt better to. The boy had tried to save him so many times, even when he was verbally and physically assaulting him. Even when Fukuchi killed him, the last thing he saw was Atsushi trying to reach out to him. The mind may trick people, but eyes don't lie- Atsushi had been devastated by his death, and Akutagawa would have been as well if their positions had been switched. Not that he could admit that, yet.

"...what about you?" He found himself asking meekly. When he saw Akutagawa's face drop, he hurriedly spoke while waving his hands, "You don't have to answer, I just-"

"Inherited." He said with a soft voice. Atsushi blinked and Akutagawa sighed, "Well, I took Rashōmon from its original master- mistress, actually- though it chose me to wield it."

Atsushi found himself sitting up and giving Akutagawa his full attention. He chuckled and looked up at the sky- once he'd verified that there was enough time, he told his story:

*****

When Gin and I were young, I think I was about 6, so Gin was 4, our parents decided that they didn't want kids anymore. So they dumped us at our grandparents doorstep, and we never saw them again. Our grandmother was Gifted with Rashōmon- a Living Ability that turns cloth into a blade, armour, and a beast.

She didn't want children, nor grandchildren, she wanted servants. So Gin and I were forced to take that role. Our grandfather wasn't any better- we couldn't even call them our grandparents, we had to refer to them as Master and Mistress. So we became their help, having to cook, clean, go shopping. We weren't allowed to spend a penny on ourselves, and we could only eat the scraps that they didn't eat.

Years were spent like that, but things changed one day; the Master had developed a lung disease, one I found out later that the bastard knew he would develop and pass on to any offspring. He didn't bother to get treatment, refused any medication Gin and I bought... we hated him, but we still didn't want him to die. But he perished. That was when the Mistress decided she was done with "being nice".

She sought out any excuse to beat us, and slash us using her Gift, but what she didn't count on was the fact that Rashōmon was *alive* and had morals of its own. One day, she was whipping me, I think I didn't scrub the floor well enough, but Rashōmon just... wrapped around her wrist and stopped her. That was when I learned that it was alive.

Tachihara once made the joke of me being vulnerable when naked, but the truth is, Rashōmon is a part of *me* not just my clothing. I just can't use the Ability with no cloth. However, Rashōmon does take a while to transfer from cloth to nothing, so if I have Rashōmon in my coat and take it off, it takes a few moments before I can use it on my shirt. Thats what happens when we use Kokko Zessō, I make sure that Rashōmon stays with you, Weretiger.

The Mistress was so angry at Rashōmon for refusing to hurt me, that she stripped naked then and there, so that Rashōmon was still in her kimono. From there, she cast it into a fire. That's the thing with Living Abilities- they feel pain just like us. And it's screams were horrible to hear. She just watched it burn, and left. That... was how I developed a bond with it. I saved a scrap of the burning cloth and managed to douse the flames. It was such a relief to see the beast's tiny head rise from the cloth, and I assured Rashōmon that it would be okay. It reformed back on the Mistress later, but something had obviously changed.

The beatings were mine to take, but clearly the Mistress had enough. She decided that I'd never be perfect, no matter how many beatings I took, so she decided she'd take away the one thing that mattered most to me: Gin.

She'd grabbed a kitchen knife, and went to stab my sister, but Rashōmon made her sleeve so tight that her wrist broke. After she dropped the knife, I grabbed it. One stab to the chest was all it took; I was furious, I wanted her to suffer, but I also wanted to be *better* than her. She laughed at me, even when she was dying, calling me weak and pathetic. My weakness in that moment died, and I finally spoke, words I'd never needed to use before, but it was fitting now.

"*Rashōmon: Jaws of Endless Gates!!*"

There was nothing left of her. I thought Gin would think I was a monster, but even she had a moment and spat on the bitch's remains. Rashōmon had purred, calming us both down. That was the day I became Gifted.

****

"After that, we stole everything we could and ended up living in the slums." Akutagawa was sat, holding his knees to his chest, and he saw that Atsushi had no expression on his face, "I'm sorry if I look more like a monster to you now, I and my Little Beast."

"No, you don't. You look like a caring brother who just couldn’t handle any more abuse." Atsushi held out his hand, summoning his Tiger's claws, "Besides, I can't judge. If I knew what I was capable of when I was younger, I probably would have killed the Headmaster myself, and I admit that I don't regret killing Shibuzawa. Both times, I didn't actually feel bad."

Taking a life was never easy, not even for the Port Mafia. Assassin's, mercenaries and usurpers, but still human. Sure, one can become distant and indifferent, but at some point, stomachs turn and you can't handle it. Even the Agency carried guns, but actually shooting someone was a different story. Shooting, slashing, hurting in general, everyone is physically capable, but not mentally.

Atsushi shivered as he realised that the sun had set, and the moon had begun rising, though he felt... calmer. Byakko was calm, this forest was peaceful. Maybe being able to run around, stretch its legs would do him the world of good? It didn't take long for it to become a reality.

White fur, bright yellow eyes, and giant claws formed, with a mouth filled with razor sharp fangs. But Byakko didn't growl or roar, it... sniffed.

The fearsome, supposedly man eating Tiger, was holding its head down, sniffing the ground like a puppy! It prowled, smelling the air, scratching trees, before breaking off into a run, climbing aforementioned trees or rolling around on the soft grass.

Akutagawa watched with a stunned expression, he couldn't help but take some photos and videos, completely awestruck. Atsushi was likely buried deep inside, and Byakko was the one completely in control. He briefly imagined that this must be what it's like for Chuuya using Corruption, having to let Arahabaki take the wheel as it were.

Hours were spent like this: Byakko explored the forest, not hunting since the only pray were the birds, plus because Atsushi had eaten a lot, the Tiger didn't feel the need to eat. Akutagawa went between watching, filming, taking pictures and reading his book.

He'd gotten a little *too* relaxed, he realised, when Rashōmon suddenly hissed- the Tiger had strolled up to them, though it seemed calm. Akutagawa trusted Rashōmon to protect him, as he held his hand out. Byakko seemed to recognise Akutagawa as someone that it's User cared about, and placed its head in Akutagawa's hand, letting out a soft purr.

*Incredible...* Akutagawa thought to himself as he pet the Tiger, feeling the soft rumbling of its chest. Byakko eventually laid down beside Akutagawa, falling asleep. It was really late, at least for them, it was about 3am now. Akutagawa didn't know how well this would turn out, but he laid beside the Tiger, pulling a blanket over himself and letting sleep consume him.

*****

Atsushi woke up the next morning feeling *warm*. He was still a little sleepy, but he became aware that he was wrapped in a blanket and... being held? But the only one with him was-

His eyes snapped open as he registered the fact that he was with Akutagawa last night. And right now, Akutagawa was asleep, *holding Atsushi in his arms*!! Atsushi tried to stay calm, and to not panic, trying to think about how to explain all this, when he felt his chest rumbling. Oh, did the Tiger decide to betray him?!

No, apparently not. Akutagawa's arms held him a little tighter, keeping Atsushi warm and secure. It was nice, *really* nice. He found himself yawning, and snuggling into Akutagawa's embrace completely.

Maybe five more minutes wouldn't hurt?

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silvfyre-writings · 8 months

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You don't need to be strong right now (BSD Fanfic)

Hello~ It's certainly been a while since I've posted anything.

I've been a little busy you see, and life is just a little stressful so I haven't been writing as much, but rest assured, that things are calming down and I am working on my stories again! (Plz trust me when I say paperboy will get updated this month. I'm like, nearly halfway through the next chapter)

Today I bring you another Ranpo having a mental breakdown fic because apparently that's my new favorite trope to explore so I hope you enjoy!!!

They’d won.

So why did it feel like they hadn’t?

Why did it feel like there was still some kind of threat, lurking in the darkness and waiting to strike the moment they let their guard down?

And why was Ranpo the only one that seemed to notice it?

He didn’t understand where the feeling came from, yet no matter how much he tried to ignore and push past it, he just couldn’t. And really, he shouldn’t even be feeling this way, because they’d won in their fight against Fukuchi and his allies, and things were finally getting back to normal, and they had, for the most part, healed from their injuries, and—

—and everything was fine, really, so why was Ranpo still so on edge, a week after everything had gone down? Why did his heart continue to race like he was still in the race to outsmart Dostoyevsky? Why did his hand—the one that’d been run through by that sword—still continue to shake?

The answer was he didn’t know, and it wasn’t like he could bring up this uncertainty of his to anyone because everyone was dealing with their own problems following the whole Decay of Angels debacle, and besides… Ranpo was the strongest, he was the pillar, he was the one that everyone looked up to and relied on when things got hard, and he most certainly couldn’t be the one to fall apart. Not now, not ever.

“Ranpo-san.” Tanizaki’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and Ranpo allowed his eyes to flick open just long enough to see the case file in Tanizaki’s hands, stamped with the familiar logo of the police force. Ah, so they’re finally reaching out. It only took them a week to realize they need my skills. There was an awkward silence as Ranpo didn’t say anything, instead reaching out to grab at a lollipop he didn’t try to unwrap, and he heard Tanizaki make a sound. “Umm… the police are requesting your assistance, Ranpo-san.”

“So?” Ranpo scoffed, twirling the lollipop between his fingers. He felt no desire to take on the case; it was a simple one that Tanizaki could do himself, so there was no need for him to waste the time and energy in going all the way out to the crime scene anyway. He had far more important things to do like sit in his chair and do nothing. Because that’s what he was doing; nothing. He wasn’t falling apart. He was fine. “Do it yourself.”

Tanizaki glanced over his shoulder, and a sigh echoed from across the room—Kunikida’s desk to be exact—and Ranpo’s eyes opened once again to see the exasperated look on the other mans face. Kunikida’s eyes met his own, and he sighed again. “Ranpo-san… we’re all working right now on cases of our own. Hell, even Dazai is working for a change. The police asked for you specifically, so please—”

“Boring. Kunikida-kun’s become even more of a workaholic since Fukuzawa-san went off to Tokyo.” Ranpo whined and spun his chair around to avoid making eye contact with any of his coworkers. He stared down at the lollipop in his hand, ignoring the way his hand shook at Kunikida’s unimpressed tone before he unwrapped it and shoved it into his mouth. “I’m not doing it. Get Atsushi-kun or Kenji-kun to do it.”

“Ranpo-san—”

“It’s fine, Kunikida-san.” A chair scraped against the floor, the noise harsh on Ranpo’s ears, as Atsushi stood. “I just finished the job I was working on, so I can go out and help the police.” There was a pause, Atsushi obviously hesitating. “I—I know I’m not Ranpo-san, b-but—”

Kunikida’s voice softened, so different to when he’d been scolding Ranpo just a second ago. It made Ranpo’s gut churn. “But nothing, lad. You’re more than capable. Just do your best, alright?”

Ranpo didn’t hear Atsushi’s response, because he tuned out the conversation the moment it no longer involved him. He continued to remain where he was, facing away from everyone else, pretending that he couldn’t hear the whispers that broke out across the room. Really, his coworkers were fools if they thought he couldn’t hear them, but still, he didn’t turn around or tell them to shut up. They were just worried about him, and he couldn’t begrudge them that, as stupid as he thought it was.

He was the strongest, he was their pillar; they didn’t need to worry about him.

Because he was fine.

Unlike Dazai, who’d only just returned to work after being cleared by Yosano, albeit on desk duty until he grew more accustomed to the cane he now had to use because the escape from Mersault had shattered his leg.

Unlike Kunikida, who was even more stressed and exhausted because Fukuzawa was still too lost in his grief for his childhood friend, that he’d had to take over leading the Agency in his stead until further notice.

Unlike Atsushi, who’d gone through his own personal hell not knowing whether the Agency—the closest thing he had to a family—was going to be alright, and not knowing whether the fight against the Decay of Angels was going to end in their victory or not.

The point that Ranpo was trying to make, was that everyone’s worry was misplaced, because whilst everyone had been fighting and nearly dying, Ranpo had just been there on the sidelines, watching it all happen from the safety of Lucy Montgomery’s ability. And before her, it’d been one Edgar Allan Poe that he’d turned to, using his friend’s mansion as a safehouse to hide whilst the rest of the Agency had been fighting for their lives, unsure of whether he’d been alive or dead until he’d stepped in to rescue them.

He. Was. Fine.

And the sooner they realized it, the better.

“Ranpo-san, are you okay?” For the second time that day, someone approached him, and he turned his chair around just enough to see Kenji standing beside his desk, a frown on his face.

It was an expression that Kenji never should’ve had to wear, but here he was, frowning out of worry for Ranpo. Kenji too, had gone through it, fighting harder than he’d ever fought before against one of the Hunting Dogs, winning the fight, and then helping said Hunting Dog to find his missing friend just because he could, and said missing friend currently resting in the infirmary because after Fukuchi’s death, no one had known what to do with the Hunting Dogs, and by the time Ranpo had woken from his nearly two day long nap, the decision had already been made that the Agency would take responsibility for them.

A decision that he wasn’t happy about.

It made Ranpo feel uneasy, knowing that there was only a door separating him and his friends from the men that had hunted them down without mercy at the beginning of the whole debacle. And while Tecchou and his still unconscious friend—Jouno, Kenji had told him he was called—hadn’t caused any problems, Ranpo didn’t like that they were there in the first place. But apparently, he was the only one who was bothered by their presence; even Dazai, who was just as cautious as Ranpo was, wasn’t bothered by them being there.

So Ranpo pushed aside his misgivings and just pretended that Tecchou and his friend didn’t exist. Which was easier said than done when the man made his appearance several times a day to ask Yosano—or whoever was available if she happened to be out—to check on Jouno’s slowly healing injuries. He’d asked Yosano once why she hadn’t just healed them and sent them on their way, and she’d explained that because of their enhancements, she didn’t want to risk doing more harm than good until they could get in contact with the doctors that had done said enhancements.

It made sense, but Ranpo’s stomach had rolled at she said it. The Agency was too caring at times, focused on helping others when they should be helping themselves instead, and it seemed that once again, Ranpo was the only one to think that; no one had complained when Yosano had made the decision, and the younger members had all been more than happy to help. And Ranpo had just laid there, in a bed on the opposite side of the infirmary—Fukuchi had given him a concussion so bad he couldn’t even sit up without falling over—pretending to sleep when in reality, he was watching for the first sign of danger.

Danger that never came, but it didn’t hurt to be on the lookout.

“Ranpo-san?” Kenji’s voice took on a frightened tone, and he realized that he’d never answered the boy’s question.

A wide smile grew on his face as he spun his chair back around to face the room, kicking his feet up onto the desk, and throwing his arms behind his head, the position he always assumed when everything was fine and dandy, when he could afford to be light-hearted and joking. Internally though, he felt nauseous, and it felt like there was someone behind him, breathing on his neck even though all that was there, was the back of his chair. Something was wrong that he couldn’t yet pinpoint. But he would, because he was the best and he was fine. “Everything’s fine, Kenji-kun! But shouldn’t you be getting lunch for your friends in the infirmary right about now?”

He didn’t like the Hunting Dogs, but Kenji did.

“Oh yes, of course! In fact, I was just about to go and get lunch for everyone.” Kenji’s smile matched the size of his own, the boy’s worry disappearing all because Ranpo was smiling, and if Ranpo was smiling, he must be fine.

Which he was, fine that is.

“You just didn’t answer when I asked, that’s all.” Kenji continued to say.

“Eh, I have snacks, I don’t need lunch.” Ranpo shrugged, making a point to open a packet of chips and shove a handful into his mouth, just barely remembering to pull the lollipop out of his mouth in time. The chips were tasteless as he chewed them, it truly felt like he was trying to chew on wood. But he forced himself to eat them, because if he was eating there was nothing to worry about, and waved Kenji away with a hand. “Off you go, there’s a lot of hungry people in the room right now. Better feed them before they starve.”

Kenji continued to look at him, smile fading and that worried look returning to his eyes. The boy glanced over his shoulder, but Ranpo couldn’t think much on it, because the door the infirmary opened and he couldn’t help but tense and watch as Tecchou crept out of the room, eyes falling towards Ranpo for just a second before he avoided making eye contact, and instead approached Kenji.

At least the man could tell Ranpo didn’t like him being there.

“Might I join you?” Tecchou asked. “Jouno is hungry, even though he says he’s not.”

“Of course! A good meal will help Jouno-san recover faster! That’s what my family back home would always say at least!” Kenji beamed up at the Hunting Dog, and took Tecchou’s hand before dragging him from the room, chatter that Ranpo didn’t bother trying to listen to falling from Kenji’s mouth.

But while he didn’t listen, he did watch, because he was always watching.

He needed to make sure that Kenji came back after all.

“You aren’t eating.” Ranpo sighed as Yosano dragged a chair over and sat next to him, joining him as he watched over the rest of the office as they took one giant lunch break together, something that’d been Kyouka’s idea to help everyone after all that they’d been through together. It was a way for them all to feel reassured that everyone was fine—or close to fine—without feeling pushy and overbearing. And so far, Ranpo had gotten out of it each and every time by using his snacks as an excuse. He was still in the room, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t participating, he just wasn’t as hungry as the rest of them to eat a proper meal.

So it wasn’t surprising that Yosano approached him; after a decade of knowing each other, she was more than capable of picking up when something was wrong, even if Ranpo himself wasn’t aware of it yet. He did think it unnecessary that she would come and talk to him when he could name at least three other people that she should be checking in on instead, yet when he looked over to tell her as such, the words died before they even formed. A huff escaped him as he shoved another mouthful of chips into his mouth. “I am eating.”

“Snacks don’t count, Ranpo.” Yosano sighed, turning in her seat so that she could rest one arm on his desk and rest her head against her hand. “I wasn’t going to harass you because we’re all recovering still from everything that happened, but everyone’s starting to get concerned.”

Ranpo scoffed. “They should worry about themselves instead. I’m fine.”

“Then you won’t mind me asking how much sleep you’ve gotten in the past week, will you?”

The glare he gave his friend was one that would’ve had most people flinch away and avoid him, but all Yosano did was raise her brows, and lean a little heavier against the desk. Well if she wanted to play it that way… Ranpo pushed away from his desk and stood. Without saying anything he walked over to where Kunikida was eating his lunch and talking quietly with Dazai. He almost stopped then, because Dazai was just as nosy as Yosano was, and would know that what Ranpo was about to do was simply him trying to avoid being questioned.

Deal with Dazai’s theories, or Yosano’s harassment? Ranpo asked himself, slowing in his walk only a little before he came to a conclusion and continued forward. “Kunikida-kun! Got any cases for me?”

“What? Ranpo-san, you didn’t want to take the case earlier—”

“Oh, look! This one sounds interesting!” Ranpo swiped a random case off the desk, a murder if the brief look was anything to go by, and headed towards the door, waving the file at his coworkers who really needed to stop staring at him mid-chew. It was both gross and made him very uncomfortable, because really? Was it really that surprising for him to change his mind and take a case? He did actually do work from time to time. “Bye bye! Don’t touch my snacks while I’m gone!”

“Ranpo-san, wait! You need an escort—” Kunikida began to say before he frantically packed away his lunch and rushed to his feet, tripping a little as he hurried over. “—I’ll come with you!”

Ranpo glowered, but allowed Kunikida to fall into step beside him. He would rather have gone alone to the crime scene—it had happened within walking distance of the Agency so he would’ve been fine after a few wrong turns—but he knew that if he pushed for that, more questions would rise, and he’d taken on this case to avoid more questions. Mostly from his very nosy doctor friend, but she had said that everyone was starting to worry about him, so really, he wasn’t safe from questions no matter who he was with.

He still didn’t get why they were all so worried about him, because there was nothing to worry about. So what if he wasn’t eating or sleeping properly? No one else was either. If he had a dollar for the amount of times he’d heard his coworkers cry out during the night at the dorms from nightmares or flashbacks, he’d be as rich as Poe was, and that was saying something. And no, he wasn’t one of the ones crying out because he was fine. The worst thing he had to remember, was being shot at by the police, and knocked out by Fukuchi. And maybe just a little bit of stress from rescuing everyone. Meanwhile Yosano had almost been executed, Kunikida and Tanizaki technically had been killed; Dazai had almost died in his plan to stop Dostoyevsky, and Atsushi hadn’t stopped fighting once since the whole thing started. It made sense for them to be struggling.

And Ranpo was infallible, struggling wasn’t an option.

They were only a couple of blocks away from the crime scene, when Kunikida reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, bringing the two of them to a halt. Ranpo turned and faced the man, taking note of the wary expression that he always wore when he had to talk to someone about something difficult. Usually that look was reserved for Dazai or Atsushi, so Ranpo immediately grew cautious at seeing that look turned on him of all people. Kunikida took a breath. “Ranpo-san, are you okay?”

“Everyone keeps asking me that. It’s a stupid question.” Ranpo said.

“It’s not stupid for wanting to check in on you.” Kunikida said gently, dropping his grip to push up his glasses. “Since the President’s been gone, I’ve been trying to see how everyone is coping with what happened. You are the only one I haven’t been able to speak with yet.”

“Yeah, because I’m fine, obviously. Great detective’s don’t need talking to. Save your worry for those that need it, Kunikida-kun or you’ll get even more stress wrinkles.”

“With all due respect, Ranpo-san, I don’t believe you.” Kunikida’s words had Ranpo stiffening. He stared at Kunikida without saying anything, because what was he supposed to say to that? Kunikida may have been the one that was in charge, but he was still four years Ranpo’s junior, with his own problems, and Ranpo wasn’t going to add another—even though there wasn’t another—problem to his plate.

Ranpo turned on his heel and walked off. “Believe what you want then, Kunikida-kun, but like I said, you should be focusing on everyone else instead.”

Kunikida hurried after him. “Ranpo-san, you were under a considerable amount of stress after we were accused of being terrorists. You fell through a window, and worked yourself to the bone trying to rescue us when we failed to escape the Hunting Dogs—”

“How do you know that?” Before Ranpo even realized what he was doing, he spun around and interrupted Kunikida, heart pounding for a reason he couldn’t identify. That was a lie because he could—it was fear—but he couldn’t identify why he was suddenly afraid. That too, was a lie, because Ranpo’s mind never stopped deducing, so he could figure out that the reason why he was scared and on edge, was because Kunikida knew about his moment of weakness, and if he knew, then everyone else knew, and—

“Poe-san mentioned it to us after he wrote in the Page.” Kunikida said slowly, interrupting Ranpo’s thoughts, speaking to Ranpo as if he was some frightened child and not the world’s greatest detective. “It was when you were unconscious; he asked us to keep an eye on you because you hadn’t slept or eaten while the two of you were together, and that he was worried.”

“Poe-kun worries too much.” Ranpo’s voice was bitter as he stormed off, but deep down he felt warm inside to know that Poe still cared about him and his wellbeing, despite the harsh way that he’d treated the other man during the entire incident. A little bit of guilt wormed it’s way into his heart; it wasn’t like he’d meant to treat his rival badly; it was just that… in the heat of the moment, Ranpo was far more focused on results than feelings and when he got like that, he lashed out regardless of who it was in the way. I’ll talk to him soon.

Kunikida’s footsteps echoed just behind him. “I think Poe-san is right to be worried. You’re shutting us out, Ranpo-san—”

“Just drop it.” Ranpo looked over his shoulder and glared. “There is nothing to worry about because I am fine. So either forget it and come with me, or go back to the Agency.”

Kunikida was silent for a moment before he sighed. “Alright…”

The rest of the walk was made in silence, although Ranpo could tell that Kunikida wanted to press the issue, and from the way he could hear the younger texting behind him, he wasn’t the only one that did. It annoyed him a little to know that his co-workers were plotting behind his back instead of just talking to him directly, but then again, it wasn’t like he was talking to them when they tried to in the first place. He kicked a stone and watched as it rolled away, and found himself thinking that maybe if he’d been born a stone instead of a genius, that life would be a little easier.

“Ah, Ranpo-san! What are you doing here? We didn’t ask for you.” An officer greeted upon Ranpo’s approach, sharing a confused look with his colleagues. Which was fair, because Ranpo hadn’t been asked to help with this case, and honestly, he still didn’t quite know why he’d even decided to take it. The case was a simple mugging, and the culprit’s prints were all over the scene so it wasn’t like it would take the police long to find them.

Yet here he was.

Ranpo threw a smile onto his face and shrugged. “Who cares, I’m here now. So why not save yourselves some time and let me solve this easy case?”

“Easy?” One of the officers scoffed. “Just because you have an ability that makes things easy for you, doesn’t mean we have that same luxury.”

Why is it always the young ones that are so stupid. This case is easy if you just open your eyes. Ranpo rolled his eyes and strode over to look down at the corpse; a young man, with plenty of defensive wounds, and a fatal stab wound to the neck, the knife still embedded. “Even without my ability, this case is easy. It was a crime of opportunity. He was on a date with a woman, and she stabbed him to take his money. If you track his credit card, you’ll find her, since she’s no doubt spending as much as she can before she’s caught.”

The first officer sighed, and said something into the radio on his chest before turning his attention back to Ranpo. “I have no doubt that this is a stupid question, but how do you know—”

“That it’s a woman?” Ranpo interrupted, and without waiting for a response, powered on. “The defensive wounds on his arms are scratches from someone with very long nails. Now some men do have longer nails, but given the angle of the stab wound, which shows the attacker was at least a head shorter than the victim, it’s more likely that the attacker is a woman.”

“I see… thank you for the, well, unexpected assist, Ranpo-san.” The officer said. “We didn’t ask for your assistance, so we can’t pay you, I hope you understand.”

Ranpo waved away the officer’s words. “Whatever, just give us more challenging cases next time. Even Atsushi could’ve solved this.”

He turned around, ready to leave, when he heard the younger officer speak, no doubt not meaning for Ranpo to hear him, but of course, Ranpo heard every word. “Why does he always make it sound so easy? This case… the terrorism incident...”

What? Easy? Ranpo took a shaky breath, remembering all the sleepless nights he’d pulled just to gather all that evidence that the police hadn’t even looked at until he’d done that interview. Then he remembered the amount of stress he’d been under when he’d had to stop finding evidence and hijack an entire assassination plot in just a couple of days—again, with more sleepless nights, but that time he’d been joined by Poe who’d been a massive help. And not to mention, the entire airport where he’d had to plan on his feet, using his genius in ways he never had before, and still almost losing. Like hell had that been easy, it’d been one of the hardest times of Ranpo’s life, and here was this young officer trying to say that it was easy? No way.

“Easy?” Ranpo said under his breath, turning towards the officer that he’d overheard. He was given a confused look that made Ranpo’s already unstable emotions rise even more, and he walked over and grabbed the officer’s collar. “You think that case was easy?”

He could hear Kunikida saying something, could hear the other officers raising their voices, but there was blood roaring so loud in his ears, that Ranpo could only hear himself.

“Do you think it was easy to have to hide from the police and solve an entire terrorism plot? Do you think it was easy, to know that your friends would’ve died if you had been just a second too slow? And do you think it was easy, to trust the one person you thought you could trust, only to discover they were the reason you were being accused of terrorism in the first place? Do you think that’s easy? Do you?” Ranpo knew he was shouting, could feel his hand shaking, and could see the fear in the young officer’s face as he was screamed at. But Ranpo had to make sure that they understood it hadn’t been easy, that even a week after it all, despite things being considered normal because they were taking cases and working again, they weren’t.

Things weren’t normal, yet Ranpo was the only one who seemed to care about it.

A hand gently wrapped around his wrist, and pulled his hand away from the officer’s collar. Ranpo followed the hand to stare up into Kunikida’s eyes. “Ranpo-san, that’s enough.”

Ranpo took a breath before he nodded, not listening as Kunikida spoke, no doubt apologizing for him, before he felt himself being dragged back the way they’d come. Neither of them said anything, not that there was anything for them to say, really. All Ranpo knew was that he’d fucked up, allowed his emotions to get the better of him when he should’ve kept calm. Of course the police thought his job was easy, they all thought he had an ability to solve crimes in an instant, and while, yes, that was what he did, it wasn’t an ability that did it. It was just him.

It was always just him now that he thought about it. Every time the Agency ran into a case they couldn’t figure out fast, they always turned to him for the answers. And sure, sometimes it was necessary, especially when there was a time limit, but there were plenty of times where Dazai would’ve been enough, or Kunikida, or literally anyone else but Ranpo. He knew it was because he was the oldest, the most experienced—the pillar, the one everyone relied on—but he really wished that the others would at least try.

He was getting tired.

Tired of being the pillar.

“Ranpo-san—”

“No.” Ranpo said, pushing past Kunikida as the man tried to block him from entering the main office, and making his way to his desk. He didn’t get very far before the other grabbed his wrist and stopped him, levelling Ranpo with a look that spoke of an incoming lecture, a lecture that he very much did not want to hear, not now, not when he was still wound up. Yet Kunikida wouldn’t let go when he tried to pull his arm free, and he could see the rest of the Agency at their desks, watching, waiting, just like they’d probably been planning. Behind his back like he’d noticed them doing.

Suddenly Ranpo felt like a cornered animal, baring its teeth at its hunters. He wanted to leave, and leave now.

“Listen to me, Ranpo-san!” Kunikida said, loud, but not shouting, because he’d been with the Agency long enough to know that yelling at Ranpo did nothing but make Ranpo avoid work even more. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, because you aren’t the type to talk about your feelings, but you need to. This can’t go on!”

“I’m fine, Kunikida!” Ranpo snapped, finally tugging his arm free.

“No, you’re not.” Yosano piped up from where she was leaning against one of the desks. “You haven’t been fine in ages, but instead of asking for help like everyone else did when they struggled, you shut us out and let it fester.”

“I. Am. Fine.” He wrapped his arms around himself, lowering his head to glare at the floor. He repeated the words, over and over, until they no longer felt like words. But just like how everyone in the room clearly didn’t believe in them, neither did he.

He wasn’t fine.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he jerked away, lifting his head to see Yosano had come closer, no doubt trying to comfort him as she usually did when he was upset by something. But this time the touch burned, and it continued to burn as he stepped back, trying to get some space in a room that was filled with the desire to crack him open and see his innermost thoughts. It felt like he was suffocating.

Yosano sighed, but didn’t try to get closer. “Talk to us, Ranpo. Tell us what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” A laugh bubbled out of him, uncontrolled. He wanted to shove it back where it came from, but another escaped instead. “What’s wrong isn’t me, it’s all of you.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s because of all of you that nothing is right again!” It wasn’t true, because it was the fault of Fukuchi and the Page, but logic had abandoned Ranpo completely the moment his emotions had decided to take charge. “If you’d just listened to me in the beginning, we never would’ve been accused of terrorism, we never would’ve gone through what we did, and we would’ve been fine. But you were all too stupid to listen to me, so I had to step up, like always to save us—”

His eyes were starting to burn, tears forming and threatening to fall, but he kept going, the words spilling out like a broken dam. Everything he’d been thinking about since they’d returned to work, escaping from his mouth like water from a broken tap. Hah, get it? Because he was nothing more than a broken tap right now. “—because all of you are so damn incompetent that you can’t see a trap right underneath your noses—”

“Hey, that’s not—”

“—it’s the truth!” Ranpo shouted, glaring over at Tanizaki as the boy tried to interrupt him. “I’m the reason this entire place exists in the first place! I’m the genius detective that can solve cases in less than a minute, surrounded by people who’d rather come to him for all the answers instead of pulling their brains out of their asses and using them! And I’m tired of it! I’m tired of being the pillar of this place, tired of being the one you all rely on when things go south! Because it’s everything! Atsushi, the Guild, Dostoyevsky, and now Fukuchi, all of them were solved by me! Sure, you all did the fighting, but it was my plan that saved us! Mine! And I don’t want to do it anymore!”

“What do you—”

“Don’t, Kunikida-san.” Someone said, and Ranpo heard footsteps approach as he stood there, tears running down his face, body trembling. Gentle hands grabbed at his own, and Ranpo opened his eyes to see Atsushi watching him with an equally gentle look. The boy’s own hands squeezed Ranpo’s own, and his thumbs rubbed the back of them in a soothing manner. The motion helped to calm Ranpo a little, but not by much; he was still trembling. “We hear you, Ranpo-san, we do. Can you take a breath for me? Please?”

Ranpo nodded, and took a single shaky breath, only to let out a sob at the end. And then another, and another, as he broke completely. He felt himself going down as his knees gave out, but slowly, as Atsushi went down with him, and the boy didn’t even hesitate to draw his senior into his arms and hold him close. It took Ranpo a moment, but once he realized that Atsushi wasn’t going to press him and just hold him, he allowed himself to fall apart, burying his face against Atsushi’s shoulder as he cried. He could feel a hand cupping the back of his head, and another rubbing at his back, but ultimately, what he focused on the most was Atsushi’s words in his ear.

“We hear you, Ranpo-san.”

It was about damn time they did.

When Ranpo woke, he found himself in a familiar room in a familiar bed, with a warm weight against his back and another against his stomach, accompanied by the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard and no recollection of how he got there. But it didn’t take long for him to figure it out. Oh… that’s what happened. He pulled a hand from underneath the covers and stroked the fur of the raccoon curled up against him. Karl made a quiet noise of surprise before stretching out and going back to sleep. And for just a moment, the sound of typing disappeared, yet nothing was said and the sound soon returned.

Ranpo stayed silent for another twenty minutes, just running his fingers through the soft fur beneath his hand, and listening to Poe as he wrote on his laptop beside him, the sound of the keys helping to him awake and present. Finally, he sighed, and broke the quiet. “They called you?”

Silence fell upon the room again. “They did.” It was hard to tell just what Poe was thinking from those two words, but Ranpo took a chance on his rival not being angry at him. He hadn’t seen Poe since they’d worked together to rescue the Agency after all, and well… Ranpo didn’t usually regret many things, but what he said to Poe that day, that was something he regretted.

He wouldn’t have been upset if Poe had been mad at him.

“Did they tell you what happened?”

Ranpo listened as Poe sighed, and rolled over as Poe laid down so they were face to face with each other. There was nothing but concern and worry on the author’s face, along with hesitation as he clearly wanted to hold Ranpo close, but was holding himself back from doing so. It hurt, because Poe had never held himself back around Ranpo, but Ranpo also appreciated it. He wasn’t too sure if he’d be able to handle being hugged right now. “Yosano-sensei called me, said it was an emergency, so I went down. You were unconscious, and they told me you had a breakdown.” Poe hesitated before he gained a determined look and continued. “And they said that until further notice, you weren’t allowed back at work. I brought you here afterwards.”

“To your bed? That’s moving a little fast isn’t it?” Ranpo couldn’t help but make the joke, as inappropriate as it was. But then again, it was Poe who was probably the one person that wouldn’t judge him for using humour in a situation that was very much not funny. They were both broken people after all.

And sure enough, although he didn’t laugh, Poe’s mouth twitched upwards. “I was going to put you on the couch, but I thought that might be a little unkind of me so I chose the bed. But I didn’t want you thinking I was trying to make a move on you though if you happened to wake up during the night, so I slept on the couch.”

Ranpo hummed. “It’s your bed, I don’t mind if you sleep in it.” He sighed and shuffled a little closer until his head was resting against Poe’s chest. Without a word, an arm—just one arm—was draped over his side and he was pulled a little closer. “How long did I sleep?”

“Just over a day. I was about to order food actually if you felt up to eating something.”

“Not hungry.” Food was the last thing on Ranpo’s mind, but he blamed that on the fact that he was still coming out of a post-breakdown nap. He wanted to call it something else, but he couldn’t since a breakdown was what it had been, and while he should feel embarrassed about breaking down into his tears and screaming at his co-workers—because, yes, he did remember everything he said, it was a skill and a fault of his—he didn’t. He didn’t feel anything other than a very strong desire to go back to sleep.

Poe hummed and sat up to grab his phone. “I’ll order something simple that we can reheat tomorrow then. Yosano-sensei mentioned you hadn’t been eating properly, so apparently I’m supposed to make sure you eat at least one meal a day.”

“What part of not hungry, did you not understand?”

“Oh, I understood it perfectly, Ranpo-kun, but I’m simply not taking no for an answer.” Poe said as he tapped away, a quiet ding indicating that food that Ranpo very much did not feel like eating, was on the way. “It’ll be an hour, so you can go back to sleep if you’d like.”

Ranpo didn’t say anything, he simply rolled over and curled up around Karl again before closing his eyes and allowing sleep to come for him. At least if he was sleeping, he didn’t have to deal with Poe’s somewhat overbearing nature; it made sense why the author had been called to take care of him then, because Poe had once spent six years obsessing over the perfect novel for him, and even after failing, still kept trying.

And while the rest of the Agency would simply give in to Ranpo’s whims the moment he shut them out, Poe would not, because he was just as stubborn as Ranpo was, if not more.

For the next three days, Ranpo spent his time migrating from Poe’s bed to Poe’s couch, with the occasional detour to the kitchen or the bathroom, but mostly, he moved between the two pieces of furniture. If he’d had it his way, he would’ve just stayed in the bed the entire time and slept, but apparently Poe had decided to take his role as caregiver seriously, and refused to let Ranpo mope about for too long. Which of course, gave way to arguments as Ranpo’s already frayed buttons were pushed even more, and really, he had to give credit to Poe not just giving up and throwing him back to the Yosano and everyone else at the Agency, because some of the things he said to his rival… well they weren’t very kind.

Usually they were just light-hearted jabs, the kind that he and Poe usually exchanged in a joking manner with each other because they never meant them, but this time Ranpo spat insults and words of cruelty, and despite them, Poe continued to just smile and let Ranpo curse him out. But the third day—the current day—had been the worst, because Ranpo hadn’t slept well at all, tossing, and turning most of the night, so when Poe had dragged him out of bed and forced him into the bathroom to have a shower, Ranpo hadn’t hesitated to lash out and call Poe pathetic and desperate for trying to help a man that could never give him what he was after. He also said a lot worse than just that.

And it was the first time that Poe had actually looked hurt by his words, and Ranpo had felt an immense amount of guilt afterwards.

“I’m sorry.” Ranpo said as sat on the floor of the shower, scrubbing three days of grime out of his hair.. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“You did.” Poe responded from where he sat on the floor, leaning against the wall as he kept Ranpo company, fingers tapping on his knees. “Usually you are kind, but you haven’t been kind in a while, Ranpo-kun, and that’s okay. I know you are hurting—”

“No, it’s not.” Ranpo interrupted. “You always drop everything the moment I ask, and yet, I can’t even take the time to treat you kindly.” His eyes burned, but not from the shampoo, and he curled up underneath the spray of the water. “The one person who I would consider an equal to me, and I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate you and how much you helped me.”

Poe hummed. “You don’t need to. I’m your rival, remember? So I know you care, and that you regret what you said, even without you telling me..”

“I’m still sorry.” Ranpo sobbed. “You deserve so much better than me.”

There was another hum, and through his tears, Ranpo felt arms wrap around him, felt himself drawn into an embrace, warm lips against his brow. “Maybe I do, Ranpo-kun, but it is you that I have fallen for, so I will take your cruelty along with your kindness, and if you are ever ready, I will take your love as well.”

“Here. Since food’s not really agreeing with you right now, I thought this might go down better.” Ranpo looked up, pulled out of the memory by Poe’s looming figure that was holding out some kind of drink to him. He looked at it sceptically. Poe chuckled. “It’s a smoothie. Strawberry and banana which I was told you do like, so if it’s bad, blame Yosano-sensei, not me.”

Ranpo took the drink and took a cautious sip, and waited until he was sure it would be okay, before he sipped on it some more. The last thing he wanted was to throw up again because his stomach didn’t agree with what it was being given. “You spoke to Yosano?”

“Kunikida-san, actually. Yosano just happened to be nearby when I asked what was best to give you when you were unwell. The Agency sends their well wishes as well, said they hoped you would feel better soon and that they were missing you.” Poe said, sitting down beside Ranpo’s feet, looking a little out of place without his laptop or a book, hands fidgeting with his pants, and then each other. “Do you want to talk…?”

“No.” Ranpo shoved his feet underneath Poe’s thigh, and scowled into his drink. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Poe hummed and patted Ranpo’s leg a couple of times; a reassurance. “That’s fine. Just know you can talk to me when you are ready to. If you want to, of course.”

And that was what Ranpo appreciated about Poe the most; he knew when and when not to push.

Over the next week, things got a little easier for Ranpo. Apparently being away from work was just what he’d needed, because since he’d been away—aside from those first rocky days—he’d slept and eaten better than he had in a while. He did miss solving cases though, and one day, when Poe had been out, he’d tried to call the Agency, if only to see if they had any cases they needed his help on, because surely, he could help with just one? But no, his call had been answered by Atsushi, who’d been more than happy to hear from him, but had refused to give in to his demands for something to do. Instead, the boy had told him to watch this show that he’d been introduced to before hanging up.

Rude.

But was he watching the show? Yes. And was he enjoying said show? Also, yes.

Most of the time, he was left to his own devices, left to stretch out on the couch with Karl in his lap, and enough blankets to build a small mountain. Sometimes he was joined by Poe, who would either sit behind him and allow himself to be used by a pillow, or he’d sit at the other end of the couch and stretch out as well, laptop resting against his knees as he worked on his newest story. They didn’t really speak to each other much, other than how are you’s and what are you doing’s. Not that Ranpo minded, because Poe’s presence was more than enough, and he appreciated the space that the other was giving him.

There was no pressure at all, on this couch in Poe’s house, and that was just what Ranpo needed.

He’d had more than enough pressure to last the rest of his life.

Once another week had passed—marking two entire weeks he’d been off of work now—Ranpo had focused on preparing himself for a visit, because the Agency couldn’t force him off of work forever, and he knew that the only way he’d be going back to work, was once he actually opened up and talked about what had happened. Which Ranpo wasn’t exactly keen on. But… maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to do. To talk, he meant.

So, when the doorbell rang, Ranpo wasn’t surprised, and sat up from where he’d been laying curled underneath the blankets, wearing one of Poe’s oversized hoodies whilst watching a movie. He listened as Poe answered the door and greeted the person, and prepared himself to be met with Kunikida or Yosano, maybe even Dazai—although he was pretty sure that Dazai would rather die than have a heart to heart with Ranpo of all people.

But then Fukuzawa appeared in the doorway and Ranpo froze.

Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised, because Fukuzawa cared about everyone in the Agency, and while he hadn’t witnessed Ranpo’s breakdown, he no doubt would’ve been told about it upon his return from Tokyo. Or maybe he’d even been told the day after and cut his trip there short, since when Fukuzawa had left, he’d told them all he didn’t know how long he would be gone for. Regardless, Fukuzawa was standing in front of him, watching him with that look that told Ranpo he was analysing the situation and trying to figure out the best approach.

It made Ranpo nervous.

“May I sit?” Fukuzawa asked, gesturing towards the couch.

Ranpo nodded, swallowing as his words got stuck in his throat, and tucked himself into a ball so that Fukuzawa had room to sit down on the couch with him.

Fukuzawa sat, and turned so that he was facing Ranpo. His arms were hidden in his sleeves like they usually were, and his usually stoic face looked almost… soft. It was a look that Ranpo hadn’t seen since the Agency grew so large, and it made Ranpo want to spill everything, just like he used to do when he was fourteen and lost in a world he didn’t understand. Fukuzawa remained silent for a moment longer before he spoke. “How are you?”

“Better.” Ranpo rested his head on his knees. “I’ve done nothing but eat and sleep since I’ve been here.” He paused for a moment and admitted quietly. “Poe-kun’s been good to me.”

“That’s good.” Fukuzawa gave a small smile that faded just as fast as it appeared. “What happened?”

Ranpo frowned. “You weren’t told?”

“Kunikida contacted me and said that you’d become unwell suddenly, and that you were taking a leave of absence to recover. It wasn’t until I received a message from Poe-san yesterday that I realised I was missing something. So I politely cut my trip short and came here to see how you were doing and find out what had happened.”

“What did Poe-kun tell you?” Ranpo asked, hesitating because while he could deduce most things, deducing his rival’s texts was an impossible feat; he was just unpredictable in that sense. So he was a little worried as to what the author had told Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa pulled out his own phone, no doubt finding the messages to recall them. “He said he was sorry to disturb my work, but that he wanted to give me an update on your condition. He mentioned that you’d finally eaten a proper meal, which was when I realized that something was off.”

“Just because he mentioned food?”

Ranpo found himself being thrown a look of disbelief. “Ranpo, I’ve known you for almost thirteen years now. When you stop eating, I know it’s something serious.” Fukuzawa paused and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a breath before he opened them again. “I know things have been hard recently, and that you might find it hard to open up to Kunikida and the others about what happened and what you went through, so if you want, you can talk to me.”

“You’re still grieving.” Ranpo tried to argue. Tried being the key word, because Fukuzawa just raised an eyebrow at him.

“I can still grieve and take care of my employees.” Fukuzawa said, taking a moment to close his eyes before he opened them again. “I have all the time in the world to grieve over Genichiro, but I only have a limited amount of time before I find myself grieving you as well, Ranpo. And that is something I don’t wish to do.”

Carefully, Ranpo observed Fukuzawa and looked at the bags under his eyes that came from long meetings with the government and the grief of losing his childhood friend, the way he still held himself tall despite the exhaustion that weighed him down, and the way that despite all that, he still managed to look concerned for Ranpo. It made Ranpo want to curl up and cry, but he’d already done that plenty, so he squeezed his eyes shut and just breathed. “I’m just tired.”

“Of what?”

“Of being the pillar.” He didn’t say more than that, because he didn’t need to. Fukuzawa had known him long enough to know exactly what he meant, to know the weight of the words as he said them, because it was no secret that despite his childish nature, that Ranpo did enjoy his job. Sure, the case had to be interesting enough for him, or his co-workers sometimes had to beg him to take on cases that they could do themselves if they really tried, but he did enjoy solving cases. So for him to say that he was tired of it… well it was no wonder the Agency had panicked when he’d broken down.

But Fukuzawa was not like the others, he could read between the lines, and use the prior knowledge he had to formulate the correct response. It was just something that Fukuzawa had gotten good at over the years of deciphering Ranpo’s emotional state. “Do you wish to leave the Agency for a while?”

“Isn’t that what I’m already doing?”

Fukuzawa shook his head. “Right now, you are on a leave of absence. What I mean is that—”

“Boring.” Ranpo interrupted, pointing a finger in Fukuzawa’s direction. “You shouldn’t say stupid things, Fukuzawa-san, or people will start to think you’re losing it. I don’t want to leave the Agency. I’ll just stay on this leave of absence thing for a while and come back to work once I’m better.”

“If that’s the case, then you’ll need medical clearance to come back to work.”

What? Ranpo blinked, and then said it aloud. “What?”

“Medical clearance. And no, before you ask, Yosano cannot give you clearance.”

Ranpo knew immediately what Fukuzawa was getting at and huffed his annoyance. “You want me to go to therapy.”

“I do.” Fukuzawa nodded. “It’ll help.”

“I don’t know any therapists.”

“I think you’ll find that if you ask Poe-san, he’ll be able to help you out in that regard.”

Ranpo glared even though he knew it would do nothing but make Fukuzawa amused, and sure enough, the man raised a hand to hide his smile. “Can I at least do some work? I don’t want to spend my days watching soap operas.”

Fukuzawa’s smile grew just a little at his words. “I’ll ask the police to send you some cold cases. But you’ll have to wait until you return to work before you can work on active cases.”

“Ugh, fine.” Ranpo threw himself against the back of the couch, and stared at the ceiling for a moment. He could make do with some cold cases for now; it’d been a while since he’d worked on them, and it could be a fun bonding activity for him and Poe to take part in. Speaking of Poe… “Poe-kun’s making some American dish for dinner. You can stay if you’d like.”

The look Fukuzawa gave him was one of fondness, and the man nodded. “That would be nice. Will you talk to me if I do?”

“Maybe, if you don’t get pushy about it.”

“I think I can do that.”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanfic #edogawa ranpo #armed detective agency #edgar allan poe #fukuzawa yukichi #hurt/comfort #angst #comfort #mental breakdown #writing #fanfic

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italeean · 2 years

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It was just a preface..!

Poe tries to hide something from his lover, Ranpo, which obviously has its consequences...

NOTE: Hi everyone!! Everything okay? ^_^ Today’s fic is thank you gift for the amazing @jettori, not only for the cute, sweet, marvelous gift that he made me, but also for... well... existing (please forgive me, I suck with words in certain contexts 😅)... Jett, I honestly don’t know what to tell you other than ti voglio bene 💚🤍❤️ (I love you /p)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Poe was staring at his writing machine with his head full of thoughts. Should he publish that piece? Or should he trash it and never think about it ever again? Usually when he felt insecure about his work, he'd ask Ranpo, but this time it wasn't possible... his lover was the last person he wanted to show his new writing to.

"Karl... this is a mess," he sighed "what if he doesn't like it? Or what if he does? Maybe he'll be wierded out by me... or maybe he doesn't feel about me the same way I do about him..." he kept considering every possible outcome, even the most absurd ones, while the raccoon stayed there just staring at him.

"I've decided," the writer said in the end "I'll throw it away and that's it" he opened the first drawer of his desk and pulled out a piece of paper, reading it once more before throwing it in the thrash, but while he was about to finish, his plan got interrupted.

"Hi, what are you reading?" oh no... Ranpo entered the room without knocking. Poe instinctively hid the sheet under a pile of other documents just before his boyfriend reached him. "Huh? Nothing, I was just typing... I'm finishing my new short story" the taller guy couldn't have been more grateful that he had actually written something on the paper inside the writin machine, so his lie seemed more credible.

He quickly typed some words and observed his lover gazing at the sheet while munching the cookie in his left hand and then the poky stick in his right one. In the end, the detective sat on the desk and Poe breathed a sigh of relief, his excuse had convinc-

"You're hiding something" Ranpo had the gift of being straightforward, which his lover truly appreciated, but in this case, it made his heart skip a beat in a not-so-positive way. "Huh? What... what do you mean..? I don't know what you're talking about..." Poe tried to keep a neutral face, but it was clear that he was getting antsy.

"See? You're getting nervous and defensive" the shorter guy pointed out "I'm not..! Ahem, I'm not getting defensive... I... I'm just confused... I told you I was typing and it's true" the writer replied after regaining his composure.

"So many typos... that's when I know you're really getting nervous" the older guy didn't really know when Ranpo had snuck up behind him, but now there he was, looking at the document, which was indeed full of misspelled words. "TH-THAT MEANS NOTHING!! I CAN MAKE MISTAKES, TOO" the poor writer exclaimed, saying goodbye to his composure once more.

"Oh but Poe... you never make so many, which means that you're flustered, or nervous... or both" Ranpo smirked while looking at him knowingly. Poe turned his head and blushed slightly at the sight of his lover's smug face.

He didn't have time to even think about how to talk his way out of that situation because two evil hands started squeezing his sides, softly but relentlessly. "Wha-whahahat ahare yohohou dohohoihing?" the American guy managed to ask between his quiet giggles "I have a feeling that this is the best way to make you tell me the truth, and since I'm the one with the gift of super deduction, I won't accept complaints" Ranpo switched from squeezing to scribbling, knowing that a soft touch was way worse for his partner.

"Ihihi'vehe ahahalreheahahady tohohold yohohohou buhuhut yohohou dohohon't behehelieheve meheheee" Poe whined, although he didn't really do any to get away or even move from his chair, which made the green-eyed guy understand that he was enjoying this kind of playful affection, but he decided to save the teasing for later since he had more important things to do at the moment.

"You really think you can fool me... a detective... probably the greatest at my job? I don't even need to use my gift to tell that you're lying" the Japanese guy pinched his lover's lowest rib, which gave him a much better reaction than his sides.

"NOHOHO DOHOHON'T YOHOU DAHAHAREHE" Poe started squirming a bit more in his seat, now that his ribs were targeted "IHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THEHE TRUHUHUTH"

"Oh but I do dare, and I won't stop until you tell me the real truth, which you're not doing a very good job to hide, by the way" Ranpo smirked devilishly and clawed at the older guy's ribcage, scratching the bones and digging softly in the grooves.

"IHIHI AHAHAM THAHANK YOHOHOHOU VEHEHERY MUHUHUHUCH" the writer's laughter became more hysterical, which made him slip up, and he knew he was gonna pay for that mistake.

"Ohohoh you messed up big time" if his lover was considering the chance that he was being sincere, that little stunt gave him the proof he needed. So, he stopped holding back and started tickling his ribs all over, taking advantage of the taller guy arching his back to sneak his hands all the way to the back of his ribs.

When Poe's laughter went silent, the shorter guy stopped to give him some time to breathe, but when he asked him what he was hiding, the American guy decided to stay stubborn. Also, while he was recovering, he wrapped his arms around himself to protect his most ticklish spot, which made Ranpo think about a new strategy.

"I'll give you one more chance to talk before I go for your ears" he stated with a fake solemn tone. "H-how did you know about my ears?!" Poe genuinely didn't recall of telling his lover about that spot, which left him confused and a bit startled.

"You confirmed it just now" Ranpo laughed at how naive his partner could be sometimes, then he started wiggling his fingers close to his ears without really touching them, that way Poe could still see his hands but he didn't know when the tickling was going to begin, which made him shudder in anticipation.

"Why are you doing this to meHEHEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO" when he tried to say something, the detective finally decided to strike, fluttering his fingers on that spot in such a delicate way that it was incredible how much it actually tickled.

"OHOHOH MY GOOHOHODNEHEHESS YOHOHOU'RE SOHO MEHEHEAHA- EEK!! WAHAHAHAHAIT PLEHEAHAHAHSEEEE" the poor guy lost it when his boyfriend started blowing on his right ear while scribbling on the left one, and that did the trick.

"IHIHI'LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!! IHIHIHI'LL TAHAHAHALK PLEHEAHAHAHSE JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP" after hearing Poe give in, the green-eyed boy stopped his gentle assault and gave him some time to recover.

"Ihi've hiddehen aha notehehe... I wahas reading" Poe finally confessed while rubbing his ears to get rid of the tingly sensation caused by the ghost tickles. "Good, and where is it?" the detective inquired, curious about the content of said note.

"I... I've teleported it in one of this books," the taller guy bluffed, since he only had time to put it in the pile "b-but I won't tell you which one, no matter what you do, I'll never ta-"

"What do we have here?" asked Ranpo rhetorically while picking up the piece of paper that Karl was giving him... that traitor!! "KARL!! Whose side are you on?!" The writer couldn't believe that his most trusted companion had betrayed him!

"Definitely not yours" his boyfriend replied cackling while giving a little snack to the sneaky raccoon as a reward, then he started reading the piece of paper. It was handwritten, and it was Poe's calligraphy. The taller guy could've tried to stop him, but it would've been pointless, so he just let it happen.

Preface of the Author

To my marvelous boyfriend Ranpo, who always manages to make me feel understood and supported. I'll always treasure the day when I showed you my work, because look where we are now... I absolutely didn't expect that such a small thing would've led to this honestly.You're a special person to me, if I may say, unique... with your witty remarks, your cheerful attitude, positive like a little kid but never childish, and your infinite love for anything sweet, you managed to make me grow fond of you, to the point that I can say this without a doubt: I love you. (Even if sometimes you're mean to me)

- Poe

Poe was hiding his beet red face behind his hands when he felt a jab to his ribs that made him jump immediately. His gaze landed on his partner, who was holding the piece of paper as if it was some kind of precious relic with a giddy smile on his face.

"YOU WANTED TO PUBLISH THIS WITH YOUR NEW PIECE?!" the detective exclaimed, losing for a second his laid-back attitude. "Sh-shush..! It was nothing, really..." Poe grumbled, still flustered. "It's not nothing! I'm gonna treasure this for the rest of my life" Ranpo exclaimed happily smiling even wider, if that was possible.

"There's only one thing I don't understand... what do you mean with this?" the green-eyed guy pointed at the line between brackets "I've been nothing but sweet to you"

"You always tease me to get a reaction out of me..!" the taller guy yelled not too loudly while blushing for the umpteenth time "I have no memory of that" Ranpo replied smugly

"You little..!" Poe was loosing whatever was left of his cool, but the Japanese guy knew he was more flustered than mad "Once you hung a note on the bulletin board at the Agency and there was written 'Poe is a really cute sweetheart'!!"

"Well... that was a top priority communication, and the others had yet to know you, so I only did good. And I wasn't even lying... now if you'll excuse me, Kunikida has been calling me for twenty minutes, I think I have a crime to solve" and with that, the detective rushed cheerfully to the crime scene, hoping to find an intricate enigma.

His lover just watched him go, too embarrassed to say anything, then he looked for his preface... only to realize that Ranpo had taken it away with him since it was nowhere to be found.

He leaned on the back of his chair, smiling at the thought of having someone so special and that he admired so much in his life and wondering who really was the cute sweetheart between the two of them.

#bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #ranpoe #ler!ranpo #lee!poe #ticklish!poe #thank you gift #jett the cute meanie

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pokemonruby · 8 months

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thoughts about the finale of the bsd anime since it's my favorite manga and the adaptation has consistently let me down and this was definitely no exception. obviously spoilers so don't read ahead if you aren't caught up.

so, to summarize, it was sorely underwhelming. at least from my perspective. there's a strong possibility that this is not canonical since they actually ran out of material to adapt and this could just be an exclusive ending to tie the anime up (even then, it was a laughably poor finale) so its shortcomings may not be reflected at all in the original product, though we'll still have a few months i imagine to see if that is indeed the case. but the writing was so unspeakably clumsy. fyodor is a criminal mastermind, a threat feared by even ranpo, the smartest character in the series. and yet you mean to tell me that he didn't even realize that chuuya was, what - wearing fake teeth and colored contacts? i call bullshit. i still think dazai, in the manga at least, will pull some trick to squeeze himself out of a death sentence and he isn't actually dead since that would be woefully anticlimatic for his character arc, but i want him to be backed into a corner as well. i want them to back each other into a corner instead of giving dazai the advantage the entire way through since that hardly makes for a compelling battle of wits. but that doesn't even mention all the build-up they've done in regards to fyodor's backstory. sigma knows the truth now due to the information exchange. his ability, his motives. but they don't even address that or even address sigma's fate at that. dazai seemed genuine when he swore he would help sigma escape. he specifically told him "i'll leave the rest up to you," which is redundant if he was in control of the situation the entire time. it feels unfinished and counterproductive. and i know that can be blamed on the allotted time they're allowed per episode but man, it's unfortunate. again i'm really praying that the manga pulls through, since it has the freedom to spin this around and give us the answers to the mystery they've been teasing since fyodor's introduction basically and if he does die, which its quite obvious fyodor will eventually since at the end of the day he is the main antagonist, maybe it'll have some more substance to it as opposed to whatever power of friendship bs we were humbly treated to in today's episode.

surprisingly, the best part of the episode for me was everything with fukuzawa and fukuchi. i thought the way they handled that was actually really well done and it paints fukuchi in a more sympathetic light at least, and fukuzawa's reaction to his death was soul-crushing. something something old man yaoi always prevails. also i'm not addressing whatever happened in the epilogue i think that's just for bad apple part 2 or whatever they're cooking up behind the scenes but it certainly came out of left field.

tldr it was not great, and i'm holding out for asagiri in the coming months with the manga, but if it indeed turns out the same way as it did in the anime... hmm.

#this is just my personal opinion and it's obviously alright if you enjoyed it.#i normally don't like outright review things on my blog but favorite manga and all. i care deeply about how it pans out.#either way it has been a tumultuous morning. christ.#riley rambles #bsd spoilers

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chuulyssa · 2 months

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a reason. (osamu dazai)

↷ ASK ─ how would dazai react to someone who also has bandages on her arms and is reminding him of how he was back in port mafia, depressed and suicidal but she doesn't attempt it instead she's waiting for it so how would dazai convince that there's meaning to life

★ COUNT ─ 2.6k

!! TAGS ─ dazai x reader, f!reader, mentions of suicide, depression, scars, (possibly) self-harm, stalking, hurt/comfort, slight angst (?) with happy ending

★ PROLOGUE ─ a haunting reminder of his past helps osamu dazai learn a valuable lesson

"How much longer?" Dazai sighed under the weight of the shopping bags Yosano had been tossing his way for the past two hours.

"A few more minutes," she replied, but he knew it was a lie, judging by the way she was now eyeing the newly opened shop in the huge mall.

"Oh, I've just remembered, I had to help Atsu-"

"Stay put or you're feeling the wrath of my chainsaw," Yosano said simply, not taking her gaze off the shop.

Dazai puffed his cheeks in annoyance and rolled his eyes. How could Ranpo have warned everyone else about Yosano wanting another shopping spree but him? He scoffed, his feeble body pressed down by the bags. It would take just a light breeze to knock him off his feet right now, he thought irritatedly.

As he grumbled to himself about his current predicament, his eyes wandered aimlessly through the bustling mall, trying to find anything to distract him from his grumpiness. And that's when he spotted you, walking around aimlessly in the crowd of chattering people.

You looked soft and even perhaps a little delicate to him. He was not exactly able to see you properly considering how far apart the two of you were, you seeming like a blur in his eyes from how exhausted he was.

Yet he had perfectly captured the full-sleeved shirt and delicate scarf you wore. Were you attempting to hide something? The detective in him raised eyebrows. No, you looked harmless. Rather, it was as if you looked a little hurt, even.

Dazai looked down at his own beige-coloured coat. The long sleeves covered the bandages on his arms completely, and it would've been impossible for one to notice anything unusual about him if it wasn't for the bandages on his neck.

His gaze went back up to you now sitting in the food court scrolling through your phone. He raised his eyebrows. You didn't have as many shopping bags as he did, of course - just one, small paper bag. He deduced it to be a birthday or anniversary gift from you to someone, inwardly huffing at the realization that he couldn't propose a double suicide to you. You were probably happy with your life; today was most likely nothing more than a bad day for you.

But were you? On second thought, you seemed like the kind of person who was tired of this life anyway. Did your cause of death actually matter any more, as long as the job was done? Or were you waiting for a natural death, searching for philosophical answers to life's desires, much like him? Nah, he was just overthinking.

He couldn't see any self-harm scars on you, so it was all mere assumption on his behalf. But when he compared the approximate lengths of his sleeves and yours, he supposed a possibility of similarity between the two of you.

Throughout his life, Dazai had been asked by countless people what the bandages he wore stood for, to which he'd only chuckle and call his style, obviously hiding the real reasons.

Even in the Port Mafia, Dazai had felt the need to hide parts of his body from his fellows. His insecurities, his flaws, every part about him he had picked on were locked away safely. It attracted a few stares now that he wasn't in the mafia anymore. He gave a soft chuckle at the thought that the things he considered horrendous may have made him appear more formidable in front of his enemies.

Dazai wondered if you were going through the same things that he had been familiar with when he was in the Port Mafia. The horrors of the depths to which his depressed, pitiful soul had sunk made his skin crawl to this day. He had always thought he had left that behind himself ever since he started acting upon Oda's advice. Why then, a voice in his brain asked haughtily, was he still wearing bandages?

You had now gotten up from your table and were heading towards the exit. It was a split-second decision, but Dazai knew he couldn't let someone like you - someone who seemed to have gone through what he had, someone who seemed to finally be able to understand how his life had been - enter his life and leave just like that.

"Yosano, I'm sorry," he mumbled before placing all the bags on the floor and dashing off towards the exit behind you.

As he hurriedly made his way through the crowded mall, he kept his eyes on you, determined not to lose you among the large number of people.

You, on the other hand, seemed lost in your own thoughts. You wore a familiar pair of dark circles under your eyes, just like he used to. Your body was frail like his had been. Your steps seemed like they took great conscious effort every time you walked. It was a feeling Dazai often experienced himself - as if the weight of the world was constantly suffocating him.

As he drew closer, he could see the faint lines of exhaustion etched into your features, the subtle downturn of your lips, and a slight frown on your face. It was a look he knew all too well. After all, he had seen it reflected in the mirror for years already.

Finally, he reached out, his hand gently grasping your arm as he halted beside you. You turned with widened eyes, startled by the sudden contact.

"I-," Dazai began. His fingers clasping around your arm felt the obvious fabric of bandages under your sleeve. With a jolt, he realized; you were like him. Just like him.

"Yes?" your voice sounded tired. Dazai knew the tone very well.

"I... well..." for the first time in his entire life, he believed, he was at a loss for words.

"Well what?" you said sharply.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you yanked your wrist away from his grip. "Thank you for your concern-"

"Please, hear me out!" he exclaimed. He couldn't let another person go through what he had. He knew what it was like. And he would never wish that upon even his worst enemies. "Please."

"What do you want?" you asked coldly. The last thing you wanted right now was unwelcome advice.

"You're hurting."

"So?"

"I can help you!" he said eagerly.

"No, you can't. No one can," you said curtly, and before he could protest, you left him alone - left him contemplating the meaning of life and the reason he chose to live all over again.

With a heavy sigh, Dazai returned back to where Yosano stood glaring, awaiting his arrival.

"Where did you think you-" she stopped on seeing the look on his face. "Dazai?" she said cautiously. "Did something-?"

"Let's go home."

She stayed silent. Then, with a light nod, she picked up all her shopping bags herself, giving him the space he needed right now as he thought about the girl he met.

You were just like him after all, even apart from the physical traits (the bandages). You did not take anyone's help. Your answers were short when it came to someone questioning you about your well-being. It was as if you were him.

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Dazai flopped on his bed. Clutching his head with both his hands, he let out a loud shriek. Why? Why did you have to remind him of himself again? Why now, after he had spent each second of his painful life trying to move on from who he was?

Memories of everything from his time in the Port Mafia came flooding back to him - people bleeding, hurting, and dying around him, him being praised for ending lives, people fearing him. Guilt and regret fogged his senses with each recollection. Akutagawa's training. Oda's death. Each scenario that played through his mind brought with it more remorse, bounding him forever to his disgraceful past.

No. He had to save you from those pits of hell. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had to. But how? You barely spared a glance at him. He clenched his fingers around his hair sharply. How will he find you now? He didn't even know your name.

Dazai sat up abruptly. Of course! If he couldn't reach you through ways considered "normal", then perhaps he needed help from a certain someone - someone who could solve even the greatest of mysteries in less than 60 seconds.

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The next morning, Dazai reached the office surprisingly early compared to his previous shifts. He knew that if he truly wanted to find you, he had just one last resort left - Ranpo Edogawa.

He found Ranpo lounging lazily in his office, surrounded by stacks of chips, snacks and candies.

"Well, well, look who it is," Ranpo stated dramatically, eyes not leaving the comic he was reading in the newspaper.

"I need your help," Dazai said.

"Is it about my sister-in-law?"

"What?" Dazai said incredulously.

"Well, you're like my brother, I think. So-"

"No! Not yet," he said bitterly. "I need to find her first."

"Looking at your face," Ranpo started, putting his glasses on and peering at him, "And through my ability, I deduce that she rejected you."

"She didn't... reject me," Dazai scoffed. "I just can't get her out of my head," he admitted. "I want to help her. But first, I need to know where to find her."

Ranpo stared at him for a few long seconds, before his face broke into a smug grin. "Well, lucky for you, you're talking to the world's greatest detective."

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The doorbell rang. You huffed irritably as you got up from your bed, abandoning the web series you were watching to open the door.

"Yes?"

"Miss, you've got a letter," the postman stood at your doorstep.

"A letter? For me?" you asked confusedly. "Who'd write to me?"

The postman shrugged before handing you the letter and leaving. You went back inside your house, staring at the letter all the while. Your house address had been written on the front side in perfect calligraphy, and the font that adorn your name looked like pure art.

You blinked in confusion. The letter didn't even seem like a mistake; it had your address and your name and everything. You gently opened the seal and straightened the letter to read.

Dear Y/N, How are you? Hold on, I don't think I should ask that to you so early on. This is, of course, my first letter to you, and in this letter, I'd like to tell you a little story I've written myself. I haven't given it a name yet, though I'd be most pleased if you came up with one for it yourself. Long ago, there lived a little boy. He was not shy, nor was he brash. He was not quiet, nor was he loud. He was simply... there. Throughout his few years in the world, he had heard children of his age talk about their dreams and aspirations. "I want to be an astronaut!" one would say, while the other would go, "I'm going to be a doctor!" The boy felt foreign to any such passions. He didn't want to become anything. He hadn't thought about it at all. As the boy grew into a teenager, he wondered more than ever what people craved, and what this desire could lead them to do. He wondered if life was truly worth living at all. He longed to find a passion that would encourage him to continue the journey of life. He watched as his peers pursued their dreams, their futures bright as the morning sky. Yet for him, the path ahead appeared to be surrounded by uncertainty and darkness. As a result, he hid himself away. He tore beautiful parts of himself and locked them away; threw the key forever. He hurt the very gift of life that granted him a beating heart. Yet the path remained as dark as ever. He attempted to join the bad guys. He attempted to join the good guys. He merely hoped for self-discovery. He thought that observing people's actions before their demise might assure him that life was worth living. He longed for solace, for hope in humanity, and for a reason to his existence. After all, God wouldn't have created him just for him to end it, would he? And in the quiet moments of contemplation, he found comfort, he found peace. For the first time in his life, he had made a friend - a friend who had shown him the right way, someone who had given him a purpose, someone whom he had made a promise to. He discovered that the true meaning of life did not lie in external validation but in the mere act of being. And so, dear Y/N, as you read the words I have written for you, know that you are not alone in your search for meaning and purpose. For just as the boy in this story found his way, you too shall find yours. Trust, embrace, and love. Now, Y/N, how are you? With love, A Stranger

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Just a few days ago, Kunikida had been glaring at the eerily quiet Dazai, bent over his desk with crumbled papers around him.

"So now you've started wasting papers along with bandages?" he yelled.

Dazai looked up at him for a brief moment and gave him a soft smile, which shook Kunikida. Is he ill? Did he just smile instead of taunting him?

"Finally, inner peace," Kunikida muttered to himself, as Dazai continued scribbling on a long piece of paper.

"Wow, Dazai-san, I didn't know your handwriting was so good!" Kenji stared at the letter Dazai was writing with wide, awe-struck eyes. "You improved! Kunikida-san will be proud!"

Kunikida choked on his coffee.

"Dazai? And good handwriting? Pfft."

Dazai shrugged and continued his letter while an amazed Kenji watched him from the side.

"It looks like art!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know city life was so cool."

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It had almost been three months since the last letter came. As you sat at a table near the window of a cozy cafe, a warm cup of coffee cradled in your hands, you couldn't help but think about the person behind the letter. Who was he? He who seemed to know so much about you? He who somehow knew and sent you your favourite chocolates and flowers along with his letters? He who now, for some reason, had stopped writing to you...

How you missed scrambling out of bed to reach for the letter when it arrived, a warm smile tugging at your lips. Never had you ever in your entire life been this excited about anything. The stranger had truly brought hope into your life, each of his letters narrating a different incident from the story of the little boy.

You took a sip. You couldn't believe how far you had come in just a few short months. The weight that had once burdened your soul seemed to have lifted, replaced by a newfound sense of peace and contentment. You rubbed your arms, now free of any bandages that existed earlier.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice a figure approaching your table until he was already seated across from you. Startled, you looked up, your eyes meeting those of a handsome stranger with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, a playful smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You hesitated for a moment, before replying warmly, "Not at all."

With a grateful nod, the figure took a seat, his gaze never leaving yours. And as he settled into his chair, you couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over you, as if you had known this person all your life.

"I'm Osamu Dazai," he winked at you, and you smiled back. "And you are?"

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@nezuko-kamado-cute-demon

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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Dazai, Ranpo, Chuuya and Kunikida with a reader that was found in a cave frozen, and it turns out they were a soldier from 200BC. So their knowledge of the ‘new world’ is pretty much narrowed down. However, they did come from the Japanese Imperial Royal family. (A different dynasty to today’s royal family but yeah)

[S/o that was a soldier from 200BC]

[DAZAI,RANPO,CHUUYA,KUNIKIDA]

Dazai:

-Probably only went inside because he thought that there was a way to double suicide in there.

-When he saw you, his mind pretty much went like "I may not have found a way to die, but I did find the person of my dreams".

Ranpo:

-But this was when you were frozen in ice, possibly sleeping.

-This guy is smart, he would realise that you were being cryo-preserved almost straight away and would get specialists to melt the ice.

-Obviously, you were surprised when you saw the new world as there were cars and technology and Dazai would help you rejoin society.

-He always gets fascinated when you tell him about you old life in the Japanese Imperial Royal Family but you two don't tell anyone for safety, unless you really wanted to.

-The reason of why he found the cave was to solve a case.

Chuuya:

-He did use his deduction skills to find out that you were being cryo-preserved and went out of his way to get you back into society.

-He instantly loved you as soon as you were thawed and offered you to stay at his place untill you found your own place if you wanted to.

-Also offered you a job in the ADA because he thought that if you still wanted to be a "soldier", you could do most of that in the ADA.

-You answered many of his questions about how Japan used to be and he answers your questions on how Japan is right now.

-However, don't expect him to teach you on how to use a train.

-The rest of the ADA was extremely happy to have you as you told them stories of your old life.

Kunikida:

-He was probably only in the cave so he could take cover from the enemy gunshots.

-He didn't expect to run into a big chunk of ice sticking out the ground.

-At first,he would be pissed about why there is ice in the middle of a cave in Japan, but that will change when he sees you inside.

-He would contact Mori of what to do.

-The response he would get is to take him there so he can thaw it to get the person out because the person is most likely to still be alive due to cryo-presevation.

-As promised, he did do it and got you to join the port mafia.

-Otherwise, Chuuya takes care of you and shows you how the world has advanced.

-In exchange,you would talk about the history and Chuuya would make comparisons of what he was taught.

-Always finds your stories of the military fascinating and finds your nobility admirable because no one is like that now.

-There were investigations taking place in the cave that Kunikida was in charge of.

-Then he bumped into the ice you were trapped in when finding ways the criminals have escaped from.

-For him, it was a no-brainer that you were being preserved and he minded his own business.

-After a while, the thought of you being stuck in ice.

-He felt guilty because whilst you were stuck,he can sleep which bothered him, so with Yosano's help , he got you out.

-Due to pity of you not being able to afford a home, food etc, he offered for you to stay at his house untill you could afford basic necessities along with a small apartment so you could explore the new world on your own.

-He was also kind enough to get you a job at the Armed Detective Agency because your fighting skills from being a soldier and your knowledge of Japan could give them a serious advantage.

-Because of the discipline that you were taught from army training and etiquette you were taught from the Royal family, you two get along very well.

-You were just as responsible as he was, so you both work together etc.

-He teaches you about the world now and in turn you teach him about the old world so it is a win-win.

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sxvitar · 3 years

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BSD: How would Atsushi, Ranpo, Dazai, And Akutagawa react to you wearing their clothes?

Also, before I start the reader can be male or female! I always make sure to include both genders in my story so everyone can read it UNLESS it’s a smut. Thank you for understanding!

Atsushi

Atsushi would of been out getting dumplings for you guys since he didn’t want to cook and neither did you. Little did he realized that he would come home to a very, very cute surprise.

While you waited for your sweet Atsushi, you started going through your guys’s wardrobe to see what you’d wear for the evening. Something comfy enough and big. That’s where you got a cheeky idea.

Why not wear his clothes?! It would be a great idea. His clothes are so big on him and well you, you were smaller so it’d work perfectly!

You wore his famous white, long sleeved buttoned up shirt with his black work pants. They were so baggy that they kept falling but you placed a small pin it to keep it from doing so.

Sitting down, with a sigh of relief and coziness overwhelming you, you decided to wait for him to see his reaction.

A half an hour later Atsushi had came back. He looked for you and when he found you, he screamed in shock.

“W—WHAT- HOW- SHSISHSHSJ??”

This man was in full on panic mode. The dumplings had been thrown somewhere in the table and he was just looking at you with red cheeks.

Once he calmed down, he finally had hugged you in a warm, strong embrace and decided to cuddle you on the couch. Forget the dumplings, his lover wearing his clothes will always be better!

“Man, how did I come to deserve such a cutie pie?”

Akutagawa

Your boyfriend was a busy man. He worked for the port mafia obviously. But, the days that he does come home it felt like wonderland. Despite also working for the port mafia, you guys had different schedules. To be honest, you might even beg chuuya to have the same schedule as Akutagawa.

He was out shopping for his sister since she needed a new dress for a date and him being overprotective, wanted to help choose the dress. You knew he’d come home soon since Akutagawa does crave your love. You couldn’t wait for his food, too.

He was such an amazing chef that your tastebuds would melt each time he made something for you. So, you decided to reward all the times he cooked for you with..

Wearing his clothes! You knew how flustered your boyfriend would be and how it’d turn him on so.. why not?

You decided on wearing his favorite hoodie that covered you all the way to your knees. You weren’t wearing anything under just to tease him.

When Akutagawa came home, he knew something was up. Turning to you, he raised a brow before seeing that was his own hoodie, dropping his bags.

He stood there frozen, making even you worried. It took him about a minute to process it. Once he was able to process it, he gulped and looked at you with pink cheeks.

“M-Make sure to wear my clothes everytime I come back home.. got it? Also, wear something under that hoodie!”

Akutagawa threw you some shorts making you laugh, back hugging him as he prepares some food. Although, something did happen that night. Akutagawa’s inner beast came out~

Dazai

Dazai was such a flirt. Even you couldn’t handle it despite dating him for two years now! He had new pick up lines, mostly bad ones but they made you fall for the suicidal dork even more.

To your surprise, when he first met you he didn’t ask if you both could die together. Instead, he wanted to get to know you more. When you guys started dating, it’s like his suicidal urges left him. They’re still there but it’s like you healed him in a way.

You helped Dazai confront his past and he couldn’t love you even more for that. So, he decided to cherish you until the end.

You and him had a night shift at the detective agency both of you worked at. Of course, you guys went home first to get ready for the shift and get all comfortable!

When Dazai had left to get snacks from the nearest store that’s when you decided to pull your naughty idea.

Let’s wear his clothes. Wouldn’t be so bad right? You especially wore something so loose that would make anybody question what your true body figure is. You wore one of his oversized navy blue sweaters with some shorts under it. The sweater went past your knees as Dazai was so tall and you were short.

When he came back, you were at the front door to greet him. A small smirk greeted Dazai’s face and your face dropped with pink cheeks.

“My, my.. look at you, so cute. I wonder if you’re wearing anything under Hmm?~”

That went overboard. You were expecting a flustered Dazai the way to the agency! God damn it. Next thing you know you guys were in bed, forgetting the night shift.

Ranpo

You and Ranpo had first met when you wanted to get hired at the detective agency.

He had looked at you with his attractive, green burning stare and decided to hire you because you were so cute to him! It shocked you and everyone else as that shouldn’t be why you hired someone but he knew you could prove your worthiness to his beloved home.

After that, Ranpo showed you around and you guys started having a connection. After that, lord and behold- you guys were dating. Did it shock anyone? Not at all! It was so obvious his best friend Yosano was laughing her ass off.

Today you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to come early from a long case. That was the chance you were able to take in his scent from his clothes and cuddle in them. He had came with a pile of snacks as usual and had dropped them in the living room. Ranpo expected you to be there but didn’t see you, so you must of been in the bedroom.

When he entered he wasn’t expecting you dancing in one of his shirts he’d wear to work. Just his shirt! It made him squint and pout at how you could be cuter than the great Ranpo!

“How can you be cuter than me?!”

He opened his eyes and still had his pout, but his eyes told you something else. You thought it would be cuddles and fun when he found out but his stare had lust in them despite the pout.

God, he looked so hot that your cheeks got pink when you stared at those green orbs.

“Well.. I don’t mind you being cuter than me. Let’s see if my intentions can make you even cuter than that.”

Rip your whole lower body.

I hope you enjoyed this! I’ll be releasing a second version of the people who I didn’t write if it gets a lot of love.

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [part two] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A failed friend date turns into a day of fun and laughs with a rather odd coworker. [Dazai x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,274 words

Warning: suicide ideation (like, it's Dazai, c'mon now.)

note: I'm glad some of ya'll seemed to enjoy chuuya's chapter! I decided to just upload Dazai's and then we can move on to the story. Please enjoy! Tags in the replies.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Keiko-- Keiko, it's two PM!" I said into the phone, sending an apologetic look to my coworkers. "And I'm at work. You can't be calling me, especially when you're drunk so early in the day."

"Uggghhhh, you're so mean!" I sighed softly at Keiko's response, the office phone on my desk beginning to ring.

"Keiko, I have to go now, I'm sorry! Call Taichi and tell him to bring you home."

"Wait-"

I ended the call, rubbing my eyebrows as I picked up the other phone. "Armed Detective Agency, how may I help you?"

It's been around three months since I've started working at the Agency, and I have to say, it was a pretty great job. It paid well, kept me on my toes with the many different cases we took on, and my coworkers were great... despite how weird they were.

"That's like the seventh time your friend called you this week," Ranpo spoke up from his desk, the man literally surrounded by snack wrappers.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyebrows. "I know, I'm sorry everyone. She's not usually like this... I know she likes to drink, but... never to this extent."

"Maybe there is something going on?" the cute Atsushi suggested and I frowned. "Maybe you can try to find out?"

"It wouldn’t be wise to just push yourself into someone's private life like that," Kunikida added and I nodded in agreement.

Of course I couldn't. Not with who her boyfriend was. I was her best friend, but even I knew not to step in. "Besides, she always says she's okay when I ask..." I said thoughtfully, too distracted to continue my work. I could believe her, right? Besides, she had Taichi. He loved her, and always made sure that she was protected and taken care of. He always made sure to be around her when he wasn't away, keeping her to his side at all times. I thought maybe he was being a bit too protective, but I also understood because of his... profession.

"Alright, alright, we have a schedule, people. Let's not get too distracted here," Kunikida exclaimed and I laughed softly. The only one with a schedule was the super punctual man himself, but I still went on to do my work.

"Speaking of work..." I started, unimpressed as I Iooked to the empty desk across the office. "Where the hell is Dazai?"

Atsushi just hung his head and sighed, Kunikida gritting his teeth at his desk. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up," Atsushi sighed again and I huffed, standing up from my desk. "I'll take my 30 now. I'll be in the cafe and I'll try to get Dazai to bring his scrawny ass to work."

The Agency was on the fourth floor of the building while the cafe was down on the first, very convenient for me. I was lazy and the coffee and food was good. I dialed up Dazai's number as I descended the four flights of stairs, pressing my phone to my ear.

At the top of one flight, I stopped when I heard a familiar ring tone blare out, and when I looked down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the man of the hour. His brown hair was wavy as ever, his signature tanned jacket looking immaculate. I watched as he just looked at his phone, watching it ring before he put his phone in his pocket.

I hated him. "So you were just gonna ignore me?!" I shouted down the stairs. Dazai whipped his head up, eyes going comically wide.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, practically running up the stairs right towards me. I gasped and back away quickly, back hitting the wall as Dazai caged me between his bandaged arms. His forehead pressed against mine and I will my face not to burn as he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes of his. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry. Still, I glared up at the man. "We just saw each other yesterday," I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of his soft breath against my face. I was thankful my voice didn't crack. "And you have plenty of paperwork to do still on your desk."

"Ehhh, I'm tired and I'm busy," Dazai nonchalantly waved that off, now standing away from me and waving his hand dismissively. "Got better things to do."

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah? Like what?"

With that, Dazai took my hands in his, a hopeful look on his face. Here we go again. "Double suicide."

"No." I immediately declined him. "My answer is still the same as it was last week."

Dazai visibly deflated, covering his eyes dramatically. "Sweet death... she evades me yet again..."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, brushing past Dazai and heading down the stairs. "Anyway. I'm heading to the cafe to get something to eat."

"Oh!" Dazai exclaimed, hooking my arm with his as he quickly came up to my side. "I'll go with you!"

"You have work to do!" I yelled at him, trying to push him back up the stairs. "Go before Kunikida has an aneurysm."

"But I don't wanna!" Dazai whined, quickly turning the tables on me. Now he was behind me, his arms wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my chest. I felt his breath against my left ear and I shivered deeply. "I wanna spend time with you..." he whispered softly, his voice dropping. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at him over my shoulder. I shivered again, the usual brightness in his eyes gone. I've only seen that look on his face a handful of times, and it never failed to make me feel completely on edge. Like I was in danger.

I liked it.

"Ugh," I sneered, rolling my eyes and shaking myself out of his arms. "Fine, fine. I'll treat today, okay?"

"Yay!" Dazai's jovial nature returned as he followed me to the cafe. I shake my head at the strange duality of the man. We sat across from each other, the redheaded waitress named Lucy that obviously had a crush on Atsushi giving us some menus.

As I looked over the menu, I looked over at Dazai, the man humming as he mulled over his choices. I bit the inside of my cheek, just feeling that maybe there was more to Dazai than he let on.

The weekend soon arrived and I was in a bit of a sour mood. I was at the boardwalk, sitting on an empty bench after getting off the phone with Keiko. We were supposed to spend the day together, but she had called me thirty-minutes late, all of a sudden saying that she couldn't make it.

Her tone of voice worried me, she sounded rushed and breathless, totally unlike her. "I'm okay. I'm sorry for flaking out so suddenly," she said before she ended the call. I blinked at the screen, a bit put off by the entire thing. Just what was up with her?

Though I couldn't dwell on it, for there was a presence behind me. "Well, well, look what we have here," a teasing voice whispered into my ear before blowing into it. I shrieked, jumping off the bench before spinning around.

"Dazai!" I hissed at the laughing man standing on the other side of the bench. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Bet it got your heart pumping, huh," Dazai hummed happily, skipping around the bench and right over to me. "Bella, I missed you~" he hugged me tightly in his arms. I sighed deeply, half-heartedly wrapping my arms around him in return and giving him a pat on the back.

"We saw each other yesterday."

"Eighteen hours is too long, bella."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the huge and giving Dazai a look. "You're so dramatic, dude," I say with a laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, well I thought this would be a great place to think about how to commit suicide," Dazai began and I gave him another look. "But, I saw my bella looking so sad and lonely! I just had to rush to comfort her!"

Dazai hugged me again, squeezing me tight. I let out a struggling breath, writhing a bit in his hold. "You're killing me!"

"Oh! Let's commit do-"

"No, oh my God!"

I turned and stormed away from the suicidal man, shaking my head when I heard him call out for me. "Bella, wait!" He latched onto my arm, pressing his cheek against mine. "Tell me what's wrong. I am your trusted friend and coworker~"

"More like trusted pain in my ass," I mumbled before sighing, walking over to the boardwalk railing and staring out into the ocean. "It's Keiko. She was supposed to be with me today, but she just called and canceled..." I frowned deeply, eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What else did she say?" Dazai asked quietly, having gone serious once he saw the look in my face. "How did she seem?"

"Off..." I answered immediately before I looked over at my companion. "Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I'm disappointed she flaked out but...." I hung my head. "I don't know..."

"Well, it could be nothing," Dazai suggested. "Or it could be something. There's no way for you to know."

I made a face at his vague ass answer before sighing again. "I can only trust her. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Japan, and I was excited to see her today. I've been having a rough time lately."

"Is something bothering you?" Dazai asked, and I shivered feeling his gaze on me.

"Eh... just depressed," I answered offhandedly. "Lonely. Normal sad girl shit, ya know."

That made Dazai snicker under his breath. "Yeah, I know. But luckily for you," Dazai started, arm draping around my shoulders and pulling me to him. "I'm here to save the day!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed before I wrapped my arm around his middle, letting him hold me against him. "You'll hang out with me today?"

Dazai grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

Time flew by so quickly, that I was surprised to look at my phone and see that it was damn near seven in the evening. Gaping, I looked up, seeing that the sky was slowly turning dark. "Holy crap, Dazai. Did we really spend the whole day out here?" I asked in shock, looking over at him. "What the hell did we do?!"

"What didn't we do," Dazai whined, slumping against me. "I'm tired... and you still wanna ride the stupid ferris wheel!"

"It's not stupid," I said with a pout. "Besides... we're already in line."

"Meh," Dazai grumbled, still keeping his body pressed against me as we waited in line. He was behind me, his chin pressed on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver as I felt his breath along my neck.

Soon enough, we were in our carriage and slowly riding up to the top. I took a few pictures as we did so, Dazai looking over in amazement.

"You think the drop from up here would kill me?"

"Yeah, and would scar everyone here."

"Oh yeah... can't have that."

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at him and pausing for a bit. Dazai was still looking out over Yokohama, an expression I've never seen before on his face. He almost looked... sad. Very handsome, his side profile absolutely perfect. But he still looked sad. I took a quick picture, smiling as I looked over it on my phone.

The carriage stopped and I couldn't help but grin as we just swayed softly up in the air. "Thanks for spending the day with me, Dazai. It would have sucked if I had spent it alone."

"Ahh, don't sweat it, bella. I couldn't possibly leave you out here alone," Dazai answered dramatically and I laughed and rolled my eyes.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and I grabbed my phone, smiling at the cute selfie that Keiko sent to me.

'I'm so sorry for bailing! I'll make it up to you, I promise! ❤ mwuah'

"Is that Keiko?" Dazai asked and I nodded, sending her a quick reply.

"Yeah. She seems to be doing okay," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's great!" Dazai exclaimed, getting up from his spot and carefully making his way to sit beside me, much to my horror.

"Dazai! We're not supposed to move around!"

"We're fine!" he waved me off dismissively. "Now you can stop worrying about Keiko and focus on what's important. Me."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You?"

Dazai hummed. "Yes, me. And how I'm taking you home tonight."

My jaw drops, face heating up at his words. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dazai answered, his voice dropping a bit as his gaze and entire mood changed. His gaze was darker now, his lips curled up in an almost dangerous smirk. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we really want."

My mouth went dry and I quickly became flustered, turning my head away. Immediately, a hand is grabbing my face, Dazai digging his fingers into my cheeks as he forces me to look back at him.

"Nuh uh, you look at me when I'm speaking."

His authoritative tone makes me freeze, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at Dazai, completely bewildered. I knew there was something more about him than he had let on, and whatever it was, had me in fight or flight mode.

"Now, when we're done here, we're gonna leave and head back to my place, okay?" he asked me, but his tone made it seem like it wasn't a request, and it sure as hell didn't match the seemingly innocent smile on his face; not when it didn't reach his eyes.

I nodded, Dazai removing his hand from my face. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Good."

"Mmn... fuck, Dazai..." I moaned and gasped softly, the man on top of me littering my neck with angry red and purple marks, two of his fingers working inside my pussy. I was completely naked on his bed, Dazai only in his underwear-- and his bandages still wrapped around his arms and chest.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Dazai whispered against my neck, curling his fingers and smirking when I cried out. "Call me Osamu. Don't make me tell you again."

I frantically nodded my head, crying out again as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his mouth moving down to my chest. "F-fuck, Osamu!"

"That's it," he whispered, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. My fingers curled into his soft brown hair, head tilting back and eyes screwing shut as Dazai continued to pleasure my body.

It wasn't long until he pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy, the both of us groaning at the feeling of us finally connecting. I was on my knees and elbows, pillow placed under my hips. Dazai started out slowly, biting his lip as he watched his dick disappear inside of me.

"Fuck... I'm gonna burn this sight into my memory," Dazai groaned, making me whine as I shook my head.

"D-don't stare like that..."

Dazai chuckled softly, his hands grabbing my hips as he started to move faster, thrusting harder. I moaned and whined, it seemed to be the only thing I could do while Dazai fucked the shit outta me. "Osamu... please..."

My whining made the man above me grin widely, his thrusts becoming rougher, almost wild as he suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful off my hair. I yelped when he yanked me up, my back now pressed against his chest and his other hand wrapped around my throat.

"What is it, bella?" he hissed into my ear, pounding away at my pussy and making me cry out again. God, it was too much all at once. "What does my pretty little subordinate want?"

I whined. "I want to cum... please Osamu..."

He cackled, pushing me back on the bed, grabbing my hips so hard, I knew I was gonna bruise. "Cum then," he hissed down at me, pushing my face into the mattress. He fucked me relentlessly, fingers finding my clit and rubbing harsh circles. That made my vision go white, my scream muffled as I came hard, body going rigid as pleasure overtook my body.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Dazai grunted. He pulled out, ignoring my whines as he stepped off the bed. "Get on your back."

I barely rolled over halfway until there was a strong grip on my ankle, my body being pulled down the length of the bed. Dazai stood at the end, wasting no time in pushing my legs back by the back of my knees, and plunging his cock back into me.

I looked up at him through teary eyes, and I knew I should have been afraid of the mad look that was in his eyes, the way his lips were curled up in a snarl. But it just made my pussy clench around him in arousal, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I came a second time as he did his first, and much to my ultimate pleasure, we weren't finished there. We pleasured each other through the night, until we wore each other out and fell asleep entangled in the sheets.

I woke up the next morning, groaning in pain as I felt my body ache. I forced myself to sit up, looking around blearily and humming softly when I found Dazai sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back to me.

"Good morning," he sang to me and I giggled softly, carefully moving to kneel behind him. The blankets fell from around me and I pressed my bare chest against his back. "Hm, that's nice."

"Morning," I said softly, peeking over his shoulder. "What are you do-"

I stop, staring as Dazai wrapped seemingly clean bandages on his heavily scarred left arm. I swallowed thickly, my mind running at what could have possibly been the cause of those scars.

But deep down, I knew that the cause was Dazai himself.

"Do... Do you have enough?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to even say. I didn't want to pry or seem insensitive, just having to get over this metaphorical punch in the gut myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Dazai answered, turning to face me with a cheery smile on his face. In a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, Dazai on top of me with his lips pressed against mine. It was easy for him to make me forget about what I saw, his kisses stealing my breath away.

"I have to go," he said softly, pushing himself off me after a moment.

I nodded solemnly, watching him continue to get dressed. "Alright. See you at work tomorrow?"

He smirked at me. "You know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes again, just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, sending Dazai a quick smile before answering the call.

"Hey Keiko, guess who got fucking laid." That made Dazai snort while I grinned, though my grin fell as I didn't hear Keiko go off like I thought she would. "Keiko?" I shared a look with Dazai.

"Hey... I need you. Can I come over?"

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai smut #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #yeehaw #chuuya smut #yeah lmao goodnight

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The butterflies surrounding Yosano (Part 1/2)

Today, I was again thinking about my most favorite female character in BSD. Scratch that, she might be even my favorite character among all of them. But everyone is so likeable, ugh. It’s Yosano sensei, the woman who makes me question my sexuality every single time.

Well, I was wondering whether Yosano’s butterfly could be identified. And let me tell you, I came across some very fascinating things. There is so much things that I want to talk about, so I need to split this post into two parts. This way, everyone who’s interested in this, doesn’t need to sacrifice a whole hour to read this chunk. But let’s start with the basics first. What does the butterfly symbolize and how does it fit Yosano?

In many different cultures and religions butterflies stand for a powerful transformation, rebirth and resurrection. In Japan, they also represent the soul of the dead. Obviously, this fits Yosano’s ability very well. She heals the people that under normal conditions would be beyond saving and considered as good as dead. Bringing someone half dead back to a healthy condition is indeed a powerful transformation. But did you know how a caterpillar transforms into a butterfly? The caterpillar digests itself. Only certain highly organized groups of cells, called imaginal discs, survive the digestive process. So it basically half kills itself before it transforms into a butterfly. Sounds familiar, right?

Therefore, you could say Yosano’s golden butterfly hairpin represents her ability. This is reinforced by a small detail that you might have noticed. Every time Yosano can’t activate or doesn’t want to use her ability, the butterfly hairpin is missing. For example, when Poe transports her and Ranpo into his book, she can’t use her ability and the butterfly is nowhere to be seen.

Another example would be during the Great War. Now, from here on, there will be manga spoilers, so read at your own risk.

When Yosano didn’t want to use her ability, she loses her hairpin. Well, there is actually another interesting Japanese belief, namely that following a butterfly will help solve a problem driving a person insane. During the Great War, tormented by the belief that she was the reason for prolonging the suffering, Yosano had a break down and was put into an isolation facility. She feels guilty and hates her ability. She’s plagued by the thought that there is no place where it’s okay for her to live. But after the war, she met Fukuzawa and Ranpo, who gives her her butterfly hairpin back and proposes a solution to her. Reunited with her butterfly and in its company, her doubts and problems seem to start resolving.

The next thing I tried to do was identifying the butterfly. Mind you, I’m not an expert. I had a field excursion on butterflies two years ago but it was raining, so no butterflies for me, rip. Thus, I asked a close friend who knows basically everything about me, Google. I spent hours browsing through different websites, trying to find a butterfly species that is tailed and has kind of horizontal stripes? And the most fitting I found is this one here:

If you know more about this, or think it’s another species, please feel free to correct me. As I said, I’m not an expert, but when I came across this species I thought that it was very similar to Yosano’s hairpin and when I googled it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The latin name of this species is called cheritra orpheus. Me being the Greek mythology fanatic that I am, couldn’t contain my excitement because the story of Orpheus fits Yosano perfectly.

Orpheus was said to be a musician and poet. His music was so beautiful, it charmed all living things, and even stones. Everything around him seemed to come to life when he played his lyre. When he accompanied the argonauts, a group of heroes, they passed the Sirens, whose song entices sailors to them, causing their ships to crash. But Orpheus’ music was louder and more beautiful, drowning out the Siren’s calling, saving the argonauts from death. When Orpheus’ wife Eurydice died, he traveled to the underworld in order to retrieve his wife. There he tried to persuade the god of death, Hades, to let his wife return to the living and to reclaim her at a later point of time. Hades and his wife, Persephone, were deeply moved by his music, thus they allowed Eurydice to go back with him but under one condition: on their way back, Orpheus must walk in front of her and not look back at her. Most of you probably know how this ends. Orpheus, overcome with doubt, sorrow and love, turned to look at her and instantly she vanished for the second time.

Just like Orpheus’ music, Yosano's ability can prevent death. It can convince death to seize a person at a later time. But both can’t bring a person back, if they are already dead.

It is interesting that Orpheus is described to bring a second death to Eurydice. Yosano does say something similar about herself, that the soldiers get healed by her during the Great War just so they can go back and be killed again.

Another parallel is the reason why Orpheus loses Eurydice and Yosano loses the soldiers. It is said that it was Orpheus’ devotion and sorrow that led to his loss. He was not only looking back at Eurydice but also looking after her. Just like Yosano is devoted to heal the soldiers and looks after them at the beginning. She cares about them, she might see them even as some kind of family. She doesn’t want them to suffer anymore, so she stops healing them in hopes that they don’t have to go back to fight but this is what brought their deaths.

The last parallel I want to draw is between the underworld and the battle field. One of the famous versions of Orpheus and Eurydice is written by Vergil. He describes the underworld as a “place of great darkness”. It’s depressing and full of death, just like on battle grounds. But it is also literally dark. Orpheus tries to take Eurydice out of the darkness and into the light of day which they see when approaching the upper world. But he fails. Similarly, Yosano can heal but she can’t bring the soldiers out of the darkness that the battle field houses. She can’t heal them from the depression and trauma that they experience.

Well, this is kind of a sad note to end on. So I thought I’d show you an anti-parallel. But it is kind of very stretched, so well ... Anyways, it happens in earlier chapters when Yosano fought Kaji. In this case, Kaji is the opposite of Orpheus. Instead of bringing someone back to life, he wants to bring death to Yosano. But when he looks back to check on her, she’s not dead but alive.

In conclusion, I think the story of Orpheus is such a nice parallel to Yosano’s ability and her story. But as mentioned above there is even more to the butterflies surrounding Yosano. However, I’m afraid the post will be too long if I added the second part here. Plus, I need time to sort my thoughts and write them down orderly (my notes are a total mess). In later chapters, more butterflies are depicted which I identified. And yes, you might have already guessed it. It is again a possible reference to a Greek mythology. So I hope there is someone who is interested in reading this. If you read so far, thank you so much! I appreciate you taking the time to read this. I’m sorry, if this post was chaotic. I tried to minimize the messiness. But well ...

Anyways, I’m always open to discuss, so feel free to reply or message me! See you in the second part hopefully :)

EDIT: I finally wrote the second part, so feel free to check it out here.

Sources:

How Does a Caterpillar Turn into a Butterfly?

Butterflies in Japanese and Western art

BUTTERFLY SYMBOLISM AND MEANING IN WORLD CULTURE

manga panels are from easygoingscans and @dazaiscans

Cheritra orpheus

For the Orpheus summary I refer to the narration by Gerhard Fink. It’s in German though but I’ll still link it here.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,180 Words

Summary: Carroll gets arrested.

Warnings: Kidnapping Mention, Drug Mention, Weapon Mention, Caps, Cursing, Alcohol Mention, Injury Mention, Stabbing Mention, Blood Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

How Poe Stumped Ranpo: Chapter 11

Yesterday's failure sting didn't go unnoticed, two new victims showed up in the pictures to taunt them that they were failing. Yesterday morning they'd been taunted with pictures of three new people.

The trio were people Akira was able to identify because the two-toned one had passed out inside the club and they'd come in together. Dazai identified the other two as members of the government. The ADA decided to set up a sting and he had volunteered for today. Chuuya sitting in a bar with a wire on him was the least of his problems.

The blonde suspect had evaded them yesterday and had taken two government workers from somewhere else, taunting them. It had been six days since Poe was taken and they were getting worried they'd never find them by the taunting pictures they received containing their friends and the five new people.

The thought of their captive friends in the last one made him sick. Tachihara with dry blood caked on his eyes, which were obviously cut, leaving him possibly blind. Akutagawa throwing up blood, probably terrified. Tanizaki with bite marks on his neck. Poe with even more cuts, now on his right leg too.

The bicolored one with a clearly broken left knee, the blood that covered the dark-haired one's face from his hairline, the blood that was caked onto the albino's calves, the brunette had blood on his face, and the white-haired one had blood coming from his hair somewhere, obviously a head injury. Chuuya still felt rage fill his veins.

"Hey there, little red. Bartender, a cherry sprite for my pretty friend." His blood froze in his veins and he felt a hand on his arm and a needle in his right elbow, making his arm cold. He couldn't use his ability so he grabbed the knife from his left hip with his left hand and pinned the man's hand and, by extension, his own right forearm, to the bar.

"OW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" The blonde man roared.

"I don't want a drink from you." Chuuya snarled at the man. "I got him." He told the wire that the ADA were listening to. Dazai came in, grabbing the man to inhibit his ability and Yosano came to help Chuuya and took the blade out of the bar and both men's arms.

"Here, on the bar, for your injury." Akira offered Chuuya both the cherry soda and a glass of wine while Dazai forcefully led the blonde man out of the bar in handcuffs.

"You're amazing sometimes, Akira." He praised, happily drinking his very much not drugged drinks while Yosano patched his arm.

"You didn't have to do that, you know. We'd have come in if you said." Yosano sighed.

"He had already drugged me, he wasn't leaving without me. And that wasn't the first knife to be in this bartop. You have your drug to test, by the way." He handed her the syringe still half full.

"He got you?" Yosano asked.

"Yeah, the new drug feels different than the old one, more potent but less seizure-inducing." Chuuya admitted.

"Thank you, Chuuya. That was really smart thinking." Yosano praised.

"Thanks. I wouldn't be an executive if I wasn't smart, though." Yosano gave a smile.

"I get it, you don't take compliments. But just know this will probably help us a lot to help our friends when we get them back." Yosano pat his shoulder.

"It was nothing." He sighed, waving her praise away as he asked for another drink.

"I'll have a glass of wine with him." Yosano told Akira.

"On the house for getting rid of that creep." Akira told them, handing them their wine.

Poe woke up to his stomach growling and feeling sore, his bones ached even. He didn't want to uncurl from his ball in the corner of the bed, though, for several reasons. He didn't want to alert their captors, he was still cold from the drug, and the blood on his fellow prisoners smelled so good.

The door got kicked in, he was kind of grateful Anderson hadn't done anything to them besides drug them last night. Anderson seemed angry and he had a feeling the lack of Carroll's presence was to blame. The lights came on and he couldn't hold back the scream he gave at the light on his skin.

He felt like he was on fire, on a pyre and lit on fire. Anderson gave a cruel laugh but turned it off regardless, likely not wanting to lose a test subject. His skin itched and burned and his fellow captives attempted to check on him to little avail given his refusal to move due to the smell their blood was giving off to him.

"Good boy. You didn't bite your friends. You waited for me, such a good little boy, Poe." Anderson praised, moving the other three out of the way and he held out a bag of blood for him. Poe shook his head, refusing to accept it.

"You'll tear your friends to pieces if you don't." Anderson threatened. Poe looked up at Jun'ichiro holding Akutagawa away from him and Michizou against Jun'ichiro's side. Gogol held Sigma and Fyodor away, hiding them away in his arms, Jouno hiding Tecchou against him. His shaky hand took the bag and he he bit into it with fangs that ached in his mouth still.

"Good boy." The minute it hit his tongue, Poe gave a possessive growl at the irony taste in his mouth, protectively holding it close and Anderson was smiling behind the red that held his vision, he was sure.

"Ed?" Jun'ichiro asked his attention but he gave a feral snarl at him. His. Jun'ichiro couldn't have it. By the time he finished the bag, he was ready to go after Jun'ichiro, which he held himself back from, fangs aching for more blood.

"Good boy. So hungry, aren't you? Here, can't have you eating your friends." Anderson gave him another bag and he bit into it greedily and drank it even faster than the first bag. "Slowly, you don't want to choke now." Anderson cooed, petting his hair, he growled lowly, slowly coming from his bloodlust as he finished his second bag.

He realized that Jun'ichiro looked scared of him. Anderson pet him again before pulling the other three's chains to force them to eat from their bowls. The rancid smell made him gag but he couldn't quite throw up at it, just hide his nose and curl back up in his ball of solitude in the corner.

Once, Anderson left after their dose of the drug, Jun'ichiro touched his shoulder softly, testing him. He whined, hiding back again. Poe didn't want to feel like he'd hurt his friends, he was afraid of hurting them. They'd all been through too much now for him to hurt them when their friends were probably working on saving them.

"I'm sorry. I don't...I don't know why I did that. I'm sorry." Poe tried to apologize.

"Don't apologize, it's okay." Jun'ichiro assured him, pulling him into a hug.

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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years

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ooh i have another one, could you do one for dazai and chuuya where their s/o has a young face, like they're 20 but look like they're 16, what would they think of it. and when people give them weird looks because they think s/o is not legal yet. how would they handle the situation? thank you luvv p.s write this only if ur comfortable 💕💕

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Dazai

Whenever he remembered the first time he actually talked to you, he can’t help but laugh. You had started working at the Agency, and he could feel you staring at him the entire time, obviously his good looks had charmed you, who wouldn’t be absolutely stunned by his beautiful face.

“H-Hello, my name is-“ You had started, holding out your hand to shake his. Your nervousness was absolutely precious, he wanted to just pinch your cheeks.

“Sorry, but you’re too young for me. Maybe you should try talking to Kenji... or Kyōka.” He tried to brush you off, swiveling around in his chair to turn back to his desk.

“Excuse me?” You said, spinning his chair around to face you again. You placed your hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning closer to get in his face. “First, I was coming over to say hi to you. Second, I’m twenty one, so don’t pull that shit with me.” You stood back up, turning to walk away. Then you stopped, turning to look at him over your shoulder. “Oh, and third, you’re an asshole.” You shot him a smile before walking over to where Ranpo, Yosano, and Tanizaki were huddling around Ranpo’s desk. It was in that moment when he knew he wanted you, and he would have you at any cost, he would make you his.

“Dazai, it’s time to wake up.” You said, standing over him as he laid in bed, wrapped up in the blankets. He opened one eye to look at you and immediately started laughing.

“Did you miss the bus again?” He teased and you groaned, throwing your hands up in the air. He pulled you down on top of him, covering your face with sloppy morning kisses as you weakly fought back. “Aww, don’t hate me. I can’t help but tease you.” His wide grin softened into your favorite smile. “I’m sorry.” He said, pulling your face to his so he could kiss you.

He followed you out into the kitchen and you handed him a cup of coffee as he sat down at the table. “So... did you... do your homework?” He said, sending himself into another fit of laughter.

“Will you shut up. I don’t even look that young!” You said, rolling your eyes as he doubled over. “I don’t!” You said louder, trying to talk over the sound of his laugh.

“I mean... you do. But it’s cute, and I love it. I know you’re a big girl now.” He said, and even when he was trying to be serious he made it seem like a joke. You sighed in defeat as you slipped on your coat and headed for the door.

“Are you coming into work today, or do you want me to tell Kunikida that you’re sick again?” You asked and he scratched his head, thinking for a bit about what he should do. As he looked you over, he came to the conclusion that he couldn’t just let you leave the house looking as gorgeous as you do in your cute little skirt and button up shirt that you left unbuttoned at the top.... nope, he’s going to work today.

“I’m coming, wait for me though.” He said, finishing the rest of his coffee and hopping out of his chair to run into the bedroom to get dressed.

“Dazai, hurry up, we’re gonna miss the bus!” You called back to him. You only had ten minutes before the bus would get there, then you’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next one to come through.

“HA!” You heard him bust out laughing again. You had dug yourself into that one, so you couldn’t even complain.

It was one thing for him to tease you about your younger features, you knew that he was just joking. He adored you, he thought you were absolutely precious, especially when you would get that adorable little scowl whenever he teased you. He would pinch your cheeks and rub his nose against yours as he “awwww’d” at how cute you were.

It was completely different when he and you were out on dates, or just casually strolling down the street, hand in hand, or his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. Stares from passerby when they saw how young you looked, they would grimace and mumble under their breath about how wrong it was for the two of you to be together. Dazai would usually just shake his head, planting a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer to him. They didn’t know your age, and they could judge the two of you all they wanted, he knew how old you were, and as long as the two of you loved each other thats all that mattered to him. They could say whatever they wanted, they could think all they wanted to, it wasn’t going to make or break your relationship.

Only when someone would come up to you, asking if you were okay would Dazai finally get irritated. It was especially aggravating when they would call you little girl, or ask if you needed help. He saw how uncomfortable it made you, and he worried that maybe you’d end the relationship just so that you didn’t have to put up with those people anymore.

“The only person who needs help is you.” Dazai would say, and the concerned citizen would turn to look at him. They would begin scolding him as you fumbled to pull your ID out of your wallet to show the person that you were older than you looked.

“Oh... oh. I’m so sorry... she just....” The person would stutter, tripping over their words as they apologized profusely for intruding.

“Sure, sure. Now, may we get back to our date?” He’d say, forcing a smile as the person nods and walks away quickly. He’d put on an act that the persons words didn’t irk him, but you could see that they did. He’d be in a kind of daze for a while, staring off into the distance as you talked, knowing that he wasn’t listening, but it filled the empty air around you.

Once you’d get back home he would unwind, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down onto the couch with him. Their words were meaningless to him when he had you close, nestling his face into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings, his lips brushing against your skin.

After he got his fill of sweetness though, he’d sit straight up, pulling his arm out from underneath your head. “Oh shit... do you have homework to do?”

“Oh fuck off!”

Chuuya

Chuuya was conflicted when he first saw you. You were absolutely flawless, but you were too young, he knew it. You would always flash him the sweetest smile, wiggling your fingers to wave at him as you walked past in the hallways. He’d drop his head and walk faster to hide his blushing face, completely ignoring you.

He couldn’t handle it much longer though, he had to talk to someone.

“Kouyou, I don’t know what to do... Y/N, I can’t like her. I can’t.” He groaned, it hurt him to say the words out loud.

“Oh... why not?” Kouyou asked, confused by Chuuya’s strange confession.

“She’s too young. But she’s gorgeous. I can’t even look at her, it makes me feel awful.” When Kouyou started laughing he was hurt, why would she laugh about this? He’s pouring his feelings out to her, which is a rarity for him. He trusted her to listen to him, and all she could do was laugh? “Never mind, forget about it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t feel too bad about it, considering she’s your age. Don’t worry, we all thought the same thing when she came in. She just looks young.” She smiled to him before leaving him with his newfound hope.

The next time you smiled and waved to him, he returned the gesture. You looked shocked at first, which made him feel slightly guilty. He started up conversations with you, then started asking you to go out for lunch with him. It took a while for him to finally build the courage to actually ask you out, but when he did, he felt like the luckiest man in the world when you said yes.

“Babe, you don’t need so much makeup, you’re perfect without it.” He commented, standing in the doorway of the bedroom as you applied a thick line of eyeliner. Sure, you looked stunning with makeup, but he thought you looked just the same without it.

“Thank you, but I need it. At least if I do it right I won’t look so young.” You said, eyeing him through the mirror.

“I don’t think that’s a problem. Most woman try to make themselves look younger, you were blessed with it naturally.” You watched as he made his way across the room, standing behind you as you both looked at yourself in the mirror. “But if the makeup makes you feel better, I won’t tell you to stop.” He kissed your cheek before walking out of the room.

He didn’t mind that you looked younger than you were considering the fact that he was shorter than most men his age. He never teased you for it, he knew it bothered you although he couldn’t quite understand why you acted as if it were a curse. He waited patiently for you to leave the bedroom, and couldn’t hide his smile when you came out bare faced. “Ahh, there she is. No makeup today?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Apparently my baby face is a blessing, and I guess I should just accept it. Plus I messed up my eyeliner and I didn’t have the patience to fix it or redo it so...” You chuckled under your breath.

“Well I love your baby face, as you call it. Although, I think of it more as an angel face.” He said, pushing himself off the couch to walk over to where you were standing. He held your face in his hands, shaking his head as he stared at you way too long.

“W-what?” You asked nervously.

“You’re just.... so beautiful. I’m glad you weren’t underage.” He said and then quickly corrected himself. “Wait... like... you know... because I was worried that you weren’t an adult yet because-“

“Just... I’ll take it. Don’t explain it.” You said, kissing him lightly on the lips to keep him quiet. “Should we go now?” You asked and he nodded, wanting nothing more than to forget about the stupidity of his own words.

Sure, he was happy that you were older than eighteen, he just wasn’t very good at phrasing things properly, especially when he was looking at you, he turned into a blabber mouth, his mouth working faster than his brain.

Not many people question your relationship, mainly because the one time someone did he absolutely lost it. He had taken you out for lunch when the two of you had a break from work, a concerned man came over asking if you were alright.

“Why would she not be alright?” Chuuya snapped, and you shot him a look telling him to be quiet for a second. He groaned and folded his arms across his chest as you began talking.

“I’m absolutely fine, sir. Why do you ask?” You were polite, a drastic change from Chuuya’s brash reaction.

“Well, I just don’t want a pretty young girl like you.... to be put in any dangerous situations.... you know.” The man said, his eyes moving quickly between you and Chuuya. “I know that girls sometimes-“

“Hold the hell up. What are you talking about?” Chuuya cut the man off, and for once he looked genuinely confused. Even you weren’t quite sure what the man was talking about.

“What school do you go to? Do your parents know that you’re here?” The man ignored Chuuya’s question, still staring at you and you couldn’t help but laugh at his question.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Chuuya groaned.

“Sir, you must be confused. I’m older than you think I am.” You said and the man shook his head.

“Is he making you lie?” The man was more serious now and you looked to Chuuya from the corner of your eye. “You can come with me, I can help you.” He reached his hand out and Chuuya quickly smacked the mans hand away.

“Look buddy, she’s fine. I think the one that needs help is you. I’m gonna give you five seconds to back away from her before you regret even coming over here.” Chuuya said, standing up to face the man.

“Is this how you intimidate the young girls? Guys like you make me sick.” The man said, finally turning to look down at Chuuya. He had an obvious height advantage, but you knew Chuuya’s power could kill the man. You saw his hands twitch, his body was trembling with anger.

“Y/N, back up.” Chuuya growled, and you sighed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him now. You grabbed your bag and got up from your chair, moving to the other side of the small cafe.

You were too far away to hear anymore of their talking, but it didn’t take long for Chuuya to send the man flying across the room.

He met you next to the door, wrapping his arm around your waist as you left the cafe. You were quiet for a bit, and he didn’t say much either until you got back to the tall building.

“You couldn’t have just walked away?” You asked, and he shook his head, shutting his office door after the two of you walked in.

“No, I’m not gonna let some mother fucker like that think he can just keep assuming shit like that. No. He deserved that.” He was pacing the floor of his office and you sat down in the couch that faced his desk. “Just because you look young? That’s stupid. You said you weren’t... Ugh.”

“Calm down. It’s over now anyway. We’re gonna have to find somewhere else for lunch though.” He looked over to you on the couch as you twirled a strand of your hair around your finger. “What?”

“You’re just upset that we can’t go there for lunch breaks?” He asked and you shrugged.

“It was pretty good. It was close too.” You said, shrugging again.

“Wow, you are as childish as you look.” He said as he made his way around to his desk, sitting down to start his paperwork.

“Wow.”

“But... you’re not a child, hence why that guy went flying.” He didn’t even look up from his paperwork to see your reaction.

“Can I go back to work now?” You asked, already standing by the door, your hand on the doorknob.

“Of course. Do I get a kiss first though?” He finally looked up to see you next to the door.

“No. You get to find a new cafe for us to go to.” You winked and opened the door, blowing him a kiss which he over dramatically pretended to catch.

“I’ll see you after I’m done all this.” He waved his hands over the paperwork on his desk and you nodded before shutting the door.

No one even dared to come near you or Chuuya while you were out for lunch anymore, even at the new cafe that he found (since he was banned from ever going to the previous cafe where he destroyed many chairs and a table with another mans body). You were his ADULT girlfriend, who just so happened to have the most precious face that looked young. If someone wanted to question your relationship he wouldn’t have a problem launching someone else across a room though, he loved you, and he knew you were self conscious about how young you looked. He wasn’t just going to sit around and let people keep bringing it up because they’re trying to “help you”. He already has a list of cafe’s in the area though, just in case he gets banned again.

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idk if your requests are open but if they’re not then feel free to ignore this. 😅 id like to request an imagine with dazai having a long, deep conversation with his new co-worker who happens to be a former member of the port mafia but she left for obvious reasons and only fukuzawa knows for now but ofc dazai being dazai, he’s sharp af so he decided to talk to her bc one, he understands her and second he developed feelings for her shortly after she joined ada. thanks in advance! 🥰

➽─{done! they were actually closed, but this was such a fun request i made it 2k long (✿´ ꒳ ` )}─❥

You often wonder if it was something you said.

Ever since you joined the Armed Detective Agency, all of your new coworkers have been nothing short of friendly and accommodating. All of them––except for the bandaged mystery who can’t quite take his eyes off of you.

At first you thought it was just your imagination. When he answered your questions dismissively, you thought maybe he didn’t have a way with words. When he bailed on group trips to Café Uzumaki––but only when you were going too––you brushed it off as a coincidence. And when you first ‘caught’ him fixated on you, looking you square in the face from his own desk, you hoped he was actually looking at something above your head or next to you.

After all, in the Port Mafia, you always felt as if you were being watched, precisely because you were being watched. Your every move was silently documented, your behavior acutely observed within a larger culture of distrust and suspicion. You wondered if maybe you carried that instinctive unease with you to your new day job. (The only proper day job you’ve ever held.)

But there was no need for deft maneuvers to realize that this intimidating brunette was, indeed, staring you down in silence. He has no intention of hiding it; he’s openly tracking your movements, peering into your essence. And the most unnerving part of all: he’s smirking half of the time. If you didn’t know any better, you would confront him the first chance you got; but your situation is precarious, delicate. You have no business drawing attention to yourself, a former member of the Port Mafia. Sure, the President is already aware of your circumstances, but the Mafia has engrained the virtues of secrecy into you. You hope to keep your past on the down low.

Besides, there’s something off about this brown-haired detective. Something you realized at the beginning of your employment, way before he started staring into your soul. Something you hope you’re wrong about.

So you wait it out, anxiously. Drained by the presence of your colleagues, you find yourself in Café Uzumaki alone one slow-moving afternoon. The paperwork was piling up, the tension in the air almost tangible as Dazai declined yet another offer to do actual field-work with the others in favor of keeping tabs on you (unbeknownst to anyone else). You’d left the office at your earliest convenience, hoping to relax in the corner with your favorite beverage.

It is all you can do to keep from spewing the profane as he invites himself to your table, waltzing in without a care in the world.

You’re trapped.

Ordering himself a double shot espresso, your coworker ignores your apparent apprehension as he gets comfy in his booth seat. Downing his drink while you’ve barely touched yours, he glances behind him to check out the waitstaff. No words are exchanged until the baristas are out of earshot.

“Well, you certainly seem to have a vested interest in me,” you say in the most nonchalant manner manageable––nervous because of his constant surveillance, but also because he’s quite handsome for a borderline stalker.

“You can drop the tight-lipped smile,” Dazai replies, eyes darkened.

You lower your voice, hackles raised. “How much do you know?”

“I suppose it’s all speculation, but my hunches are rarely wrong. You chose to work at a detective agency after all.” Though he’s avoided your question, the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth upturned, he most definitely has your former occupation pegged.

“What gave it away?” is the only thing you can think to say.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Perhaps it will aid me in playing detective,” you quip. He chuckles dryly.

“Oh, where to start. That concealed weapon you carry––it’s not issued by the Agency. Though its outline is comparable to our standard Beretta 92FS Inox sidearm, there are some subtle differences, even when it’s tucked away and wrapped in cloth.” You raise your eyebrows, surprised that anyone would notice.

“The way you move soundlessly and seamlessly,” he continues, not bothering to pause. “It’s obviously second nature. You hardly make a sound if you can help it. And then there’s your understanding of the underworld, even though you try to hide it. You obviously know much more than you let on; your knowledge is too convenient. You claim to know just the perfect tidbit or two for a case, having overheard a street vendor or a barkeep, but the expression on your face is all too telling of a certain sense of pride. Such a seemingly mild-mannered sweetheart as yourself. Did you know that when you flinch at violence, you always react a hair slower than everyone else, as if you’re simply following suit? Also––”

“Okay, OK, I get it,” you say, defeated. “So that’s the reason why you’re leering at me every day? To add to this never-ending list of yours?”

“Well...” Dazai’s voice trails off. His features relax for the briefest moment, more alarming than reassuring to you. And then that nagging thought resurfaces. That is, the very first thing that came to mind when you were first introduced to him. Again: something you hope you’re wrong about.

“You’re quite suspicious yourself,” you interject. “Let alone your little stalker habit... you have the same name as him.” The corners of his eyes crease.

“That’s an odd way of putting it,” he says with a hint of mirth in his voice, and not a smidgen of denial. Fuck.

Logic dictates that you should be scared shitless right now, sitting across from one of the most dangerous men in Mafia history. Logic dictates that you should’ve used more covert methods of uncovering his past. Straightening up, you tell yourself not to think about it.

“Well, I was under the impression that Dazai Osamu was only a legend and nothing more. I mean, a teenage orphan prodigy who threw their life as a Mafia exec away, only to disappear forever? Sounds like bullshit,” you state with as much cool-headedness as you can muster.

“I take that personally!” he gasps, twisting his arms every which way in mock offense, as if to shield himself from your harsh commentary.

“You didn’t consider changing your name?”

“Not even once.” He winks, to which your heart may or may not skip a beat. Are you scared, or oddly enamored?

You push your cup along your side of the table. “How come you turned tail too? You had the status to do literally anything you wanted.” He brushes it off.

“What is this, my interview? The last time I checked, you were the one on trial,” he says, waving his hand like he’s batting your assertion out of the air.

“I’m on trial?” you ask, the cup coming to a stop. “Do the others have suspicions as well?”

“Oh no, nothing in particular to go on. Though Ranpo most definitely has you figured out,” he says, to which you startle. “...but he couldn’t care less, so don’t worry.” You unintentionally sigh relief as he continues: “My colleagues have this peculiar way of testing their new recruits. We call it an ‘entrance exam.’ And before you ask, I’m not responsible for administering yours, but I might be able to push you in the right direction.”

“Any hints?”

He shakes his head, “Not really. No general tips or tricks. I need some more information,” he says, leaning in a bit. “So tell me about yourself. Why leave the Mafia for the ADA?”

You press your lips together, realizing he’s asking you the very same question he himself dodged moments ago. “I needed a change of atmosphere. And scenery. I wasn’t quite taken up with the constant death threats and daily bloodshed.”

“Oh, death threats? And bloodshed? I don’t suppose you were on the receiving end?” Dazai asks, one eyebrow cocked.

You laugh a restrained laugh, nodding. “I wasn’t. But those kinds of tactics... they aren’t in my nature. Everything about that job was suffocating, and I just couldn’t do it anymore.” Dazai looks at you thoughtfully.

“It’s interesting, though. You carry your past line of work in all of your mannerisms. Any chance you were born into it?”

You nod again, “Not my choice.”

“What a coincidence.” He flashes a toothy smile, silence thickening the air. You scramble to break it, eager to talk about something else.

“...So? Any advice for my test?”

“I’d be a little more forthcoming if only you’d tell me the full truth,” Dazai responds, and your face falls.

“What do you mean?” Your strained voice comes out meeker than you’d like, and it’s Dazai’s turn to sigh. He leans back into his booth seat, as if a little distance might solve your unease.

“I lost someone. The best friend I’ve ever had. He told me I wouldn’t find what I was looking for in the Mafia, so here I am. And I’m pretty sure you have someone like that too.” How does he know? Why is he telling you this? Your hands––they’re clammy. You turn your gaze to your lap, realizing that he’d dismantle anything but the truth. There are no options but one.

“It was... a family member.” More silence. Is your nose getting red? You hope your nose isn’t getting red.

“The Mafia threatened them?” he prods.

“They were collateral,” you say slowly. You hadn’t expected to talk about them today. You hadn’t expected any of this from a coworker who kept you at several arms’ lengths for days. Another coworker might respond “that’s horrible,” or “I’m sorry for your loss,” but not Dazai.

“Dazai, do you ever wonder if it’s our fault they got hurt?”

“No,” he replies immediately. Then he hesitates. “I mean, yes, and for a very long time, but not anymore. Evil will do evil; if not to our loved ones, then to someone else.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right.

“But does it make it any easier?” You peer at him, hopeful, and he dismisses your expectations with a quick shake of the head. “Right.” Pause.

“But you’ve come to the right place. Unlike the Mafia, this is an environment where you can heal. Sometimes the wounds reopen,” he says, “but I promise you that your feelings will go towards something productive.” You swallow, blinking back would-be teardrops. The salty marinade seeps back into you.

Then, under your breath: “Okay.” “Thank you.”

“Of course. I could talk about this all day.” The tightness in your throat dissipates, the water in your eyes no longer threatening to spill.

“So, the entrance exam? I’ve told you everything now,” you pry. He thrums his fingers, amused.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I figured pretty early on that you would be okay. You’re gonna pass just fine without my help––I only wanted to get to know my new coworker better.” His fingers stop as he gauges your response.

“Wha–?” This guy! He played you, straight to the verge of tears..! Shoulder tense, you jump to your feet.

“Sorry to deceive you. I’ll see you upstairs, then.” Jeez, the bandaged bastard’s already heading out!

“Wait!” Cheeks flushed, you’re unsure why you’re calling out to him, but it makes him stops in his tracks.

“...Yes?”

“...You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?”

“I’ll think about it.” Dazai’s coy voice is all but reassuring.

“No, seriously,” you plead, eyes wide. “I really need this. God forbid someone else prompts a retelling of my life story.” He turns to face you.

“Then let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

He steps towards you, leaning in to whisper in your ear: “Meet me in front of this building tomorrow at 10 PM. There’s a restaurant I want to take you.” You feel your mouth open, then close by itself.

This is it. This is why he can’t look away from you. If he was only observing you, he could, would do it without being so obvious. You’re sure of it now. You replay each once-menacing occurrence of eye contact from the past few days in your head, and you notice something new. Hunger? Want? Even greed? You can see it in his eyes right now. Those eyes, they threaten to dance around, maybe even travel a bit... lower.

(You jest yourself. ‘Once-menacing?’ He’s still menace, still a danger.) He turns away, heading for the door again, not waiting for a response:

“Don’t be late.”

A chill runs up your spine. It’s a mix of fear, and bitterness, and panic, but most of all...

A growing anticipation.

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