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“The member of the ADA the mafia is going to take because of their deal is Dazai!” That’s the reasonable choice. I feel like the chaotic one is Tanizaki.

#Omg yes #even hirotsu (i think it was him but idk maybe someone else) acknowledged that his ability was scarily suited for assassination #not to mention he has attempted murder like twice already #so yeah he may look like ‘no thoughts head empty’ but oh boy #And ngl the thought of kenji just sitting around a few mafia members and giving them therapy sessions is so funny #he’s such a ray of sunshine that he would blind them #and he’s just so adorable #also #i may be biased because i really just wanna see chuuya and kenji interact again #and who knows maybe they take atsushi #Or maybe kunikida #there’s lots of hilarious potential in this plot point and we should exploit it to the fullest #i would love to see kunikida and chuuya bond over insulting dazai #but who knows

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In their safe space

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im a fan of girlfailures x boy losers. they can be lame together

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They protecc

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Dazai: And then Chuuya walked by ignoring me like I wasn't there.

Odasaku: Does he even know you like him?

Dazai: Idk, I've been ignoring him, been mean to him. What else can I do?

Odasaku:

Ango:

Odasaku: Sounds you've tried everything.

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Domestic skk where Dazai gets home later than usual from the agency. It’s not uncommon for him to arrive home after Chuuya when he was working a case, but it definitely wasn’t the norm.

As Dazai slipped off his shoes and coat, he listened for any sounds that may indicate where Chuuya was.

Even though he was pretty sure he already knew.

He padded towards their bedroom and stopped with his hand on the knob. He pressed his ear to the door, listening for familiar, soft snores, but not hearing any.

He quietly slipped into the room, unsurprised to see that the lamp was still on, but not expecting to see Chuuya’s eyes closed.

The redhead was sitting up against the headboard, arms crossed and eyes closed. There was a poetry book on his lap, still open to where he’d been reading.

Dazai felt that fond smile he could never seem to mask play at his lips, and walked closer.

The light of the lamp cast shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of Chuuya’s face. His brown lashes brushed against his strong cheekbones, and a sun-kissed bronze was spread across his upturned nose.

Chuuya was all sharp edges with an unrefined personality. And that’s just how Dazai liked him.

That crudeness that had so grated on his nerves when they first met. That crassness that couldn’t be dulled by nice clothes or Ane-san’s influence.

Chuuya was unapologetically Chuuya— untamable.

Dazai watched as his partner’s brows pinched, and his bow-shaped lips twitched downward before parting.

“What’re you staring at, shitty Dazai?”

Dazai’s smile widened. “Just wondering how long you’re going to keep feigning sleep,” he hummed as he turned away to change into his pajamas.

“Wasn’t sleeping,” Chuuya grumbled, one eye peeking open as Dazai slipped into bed and curled up next to his leg.

Dazai nuzzled into Chuuya’s toned thigh, releasing a contented hum as Chuuya’s hand started carding through his hair.

He felt the rhythmic shift of Chuuya’s body in time with his breathing, and let himself relax knowing he was safe. Secure. Cared for.

Because Chuuya wasn’t all sharp edges. Deep down, there was a layer of kindness to him. Deep enough that it wasn’t immediately apparent.

Deep because it’s part of the foundation of who Chuuya is.

Dazai considers himself one of the lucky ones, getting to witness this kindness firsthand.

Chuuya always waited up for him, no matter how tired he was, or how long of a day he’d had. Some instinct to make sure every member of his pack was accounted for— probably leftover from the sheep.

My loyal dog.

Dazai hid his smile in the fabric of Chuuya’s pajama pants.

“Oi. I can feel you smirking, bastard.” Chuuya stopped his hand to pull on Dazai’s dark waves.

Dazai whined in protest. “Chuuya’s so mean to me.”

Chuuya scoffed, voice rough with the need for sleep. “Right, so mean that I even made you crab for dinner.” He slid down the headboard to lay on his pillow. This way, he was nose to nose with Dazai— hot, toothpaste-fresh breath fanning Dazai’s face and strawberry-blond curls falling into his face. “How awful.”

Dazai lifted a hand to brush the hair out of Chuuya’s eyes, gently tucking it behind his ear. “How awful,” he agreed. “Makes me want to die.”

Those piercing blue eyes stared back at him. “I’ll be the one to kill you. Shitty Dazai.” Chuuya’s threat was punctuated by a long yawn.

Dazai tutted. “Sleepy Chibi.” He grabbed Chuuya’s hand and started massaging soft circles into his palm. Just the way he knew Chuuya loved.

Sure enough, Chuuya let out a content sigh as the last bit of tension seeped out of his body.

“S’nice,” he mumbled as he started drifting off. Dazai merely hummed.

“Such strong hands that carry so much,” he whispered, bringing Chuuya’s knuckles to his face & pressing his lips against them tenderly. “Let me hold this for you.”

Chuuya’s breath evened out, and soft snores filled the space between them. Night after night, that snoring had been Dazai’s white noise, and he bit his lip to restrain the sudden impulse to pinch his partner’s cheeks in an act of cuteness aggression.

Instead, he snuggled up close to the redhead, burying his face in the crook of Chuuya’s neck.

Dazai reached over and turned off the lamp, feeling his heart swell when Chuuya nuzzled his face into Dazai’s hair. He pressed a kiss to his jugular notch, then let the soothing cadence of Chuuya’s snores lull him to sleep.

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uhm, hear me out. What if what if what if, beast! Fem skk

i hear you

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The “he would not fucking say that” to “he probably should be fucking saying that, and the writers would let him if they knew what they were fucking doing” pipeline

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therapist: so, what is dazai to you? chuuya: the reason i wake up every morning therapist: ... that’s adorable. dazai earlier that morning, barging into chuuya′s room while smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!

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skk au where they go on an abroad mission and the apartment they stay at is a pm safe house. It's mostly empty, with only the necessary furniture already set. When Dazai is on a video call with ada he ends up mentioning how empty the place is and Kenji says "buy a lot of stuff then! Plants, paintings-" and Dazai has to remind him they're not here to stay. That the mission will end in two months. There's no point and getting comfortable and attached.

By the end of two months, the apartment has more houseplants than Dazai can count with his fingers. There is a framed picture of chuuya and him smiling on his bedside stand. Chuuya feeds the local stray puppies. The kids call Dazai mummy man. The neighbours think they're newlyweds (they tried to keep a low profile and it backfired). The elderly widow living downstairs sends them biscuits every Thursday. The local vendors know Dazai doesn't eat spinach. Their clothes are mixed in the laundry basket. Dazai is starting to smell like Chuuya's soap.

They have to leave tomorrow.

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Fashonably late but

✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUUYA✨

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Went to write a scene with Chuuya and Albatross, and because I can never stay on task I started wondering about the birds, so I did a quick little look up of them and-

Idiot Bird

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My favorite thing about sigzai is that they're just this annoying weird little freak of a man who should probably be put down (dazai) and the prettiest girl anyone has ever seen (sigma)

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queendom

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sgz

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christmas party