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Dazatsu Month Day 1 and 8 (WIP)

“I can’t do this anymore Dazai-san!”

“Atsushi-”

“I have to leave. I have to get away.”

“Calm down. Atsushi!”

“Osamu! Please.”

“….”

“I have to go. If…if I stay here….Please Osamu. Let me go.”

“….Okay.”

Dazai Osamu let out a loud groan of boredom as he spun his chair. Gods does he hate paper work. How does Kunikida enjoy this? The six years he known this silly little man, he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Paper work this, paper work that.

Ugh.

Dazai could feel goosebumps of disgust run up his tied up arms.

“Oi! Do your work you wast of bandages!” The said man snapped from his desk without looking up.

The older brown haired man gave a playful pout, not that the blond could see. “But Kunikida! If I do anymore, my arms will fall off. How could you be so cruel.”

He cooed in a tone he knew that would clawed into his brain. The rust brown eyes dances as the thin string of patience came close to snapping. Dazai counted the minutes as he always did, wanting to know if he could break his record from last time. The bandaged covered man’s lips curled into a facsimile smile, trying not to giggle.

“What a horrible co-worker I have.” He continued with a cheerful, mocking tone. His expression filled with pillory as he caught sight of trembling shoulders. Huh, only 30 minutes. One minute less this time. Have to do better next time. “Kuni-ida.”

“YOU DAMN BASTARD!” Kunikida Doppo snarl a like a tiger (Dazai twitched slightly. Tiger…no. He has to focus on this, not that.) as he slammed his hands on the table. The chair he was using flew backwards and hit the wall causing everyone to look up with a sigh. “HOW DARE-”

“Gentlemen. Enough.” A strong voice rang out, freezing everyone in place.

“President.” Yosano Akiki acknowledged standing up, pulling whining Ranpo Edogawa along. The others followed. “Is there something you need sir?”

The leader of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi, gave her a sharp but not unkind nod as he used his wooden cane to help him glide into the room. Dazai shift his footing, trying to stand still, at the sight of the timeless ruler of their small kingdom of light walk tiredly towards the door of their work place. The ex-mafia, not the first time, cursed at the Decay of Angels for destroying the image of immortality that was once the great swordsman.

“We have a case. A string of mysteries murders that looked as if the victims were attacked by a wild animal.” The strong baritone of the president called for his unwavering attention once again. He reached for the silver door knob and pulled it open with such grace that a dancer would feel envy. “Thankfully we have someone with such knowledge of animal attacks.”

“Good afternoon everyone. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Dazai felt as if he was waterboarded.

That voice…

Air felt thick and dry.

It’s been so long since he heard such a soft tone. But was slightly different now. Stronger. More assured. Firm but still gentle with a hint of sass and defiance intwining.

“I mean sure we already met but it’s been four years now. So it’s like our first meeting all over again. Anyways, I’m in your care!”

Standing tall with a fanged grin was…

“Atsushi!” Kyouka Izumi breathed with wide blue eyes.

~.~.~.~

Will add more in ao3 later. Maybe it’ll be a one shot or maybe chapter story. I don’t know yet…hmmm

BSD Headcanon Late Night Talks

Dazai and Atsushi are best friends (soulmate if one were to ask how they felt about each other) since their eyes met. The breathless laughter of surprise warm happiness, the silly growls of hungry stomachs and the instant safety they never had once their names graced the empty air. They are best friends and would end the world for the other if it means keeping the other from harm. Dazai has proved this when he let himself get caught by the Port Mafia and beaten by someone he doesn’t care for. Atsushi proved this when they jumped off a flying whale, knowing Dazai is at the bottom waiting for him.

Best friends.

That’s why they have sleepovers every two days. (It would have been everyday but both fear the idea of co-dependency and actually having someone in their life. Almost as if having the person everyday was a dream that could be torn at any moment.) Why? Because it surprisingly helps them sleep better. So on the days of their sleepover, they would ditch work early (Dazai will do all his work, by himself the afternoon before to the lunch the next day. Cause a lot of strokes.) to run errands. Picking up groceries, snatching the latest horror films that Atsushi had been wanting to watch and Dazai was dreading.

The tiger vessel found it hilarious that the Ex-Mafia Executive hated scary movies.

Anyway! After they were done, they would head home and it doesn’t matter who’s home. (Atsushi, unsurprisingly, is the only one who has the knowledge of where Dazai truly lives.) So once at home, the dark brown hair man would play soft sound music with only instruments or opera music from different countries. (Carmen was Dazai’s favorite because he found the whole story hilarious while Atsushi found it annoying and stupid. Lion King was an agreeable favorite though.) The silver hair young adult would take out the pans and ingredients they needed.

It somehow became easy to cook with each other, more than they thought. Dazai would cut the vegetables, the meat or fish and toss it into pan. Atsushi to stir, fry and mix. Making a meal together made them feel human. Like they weren’t trapped in a clay golem created to hold them prisoner. Once everything goes quiet, Dazai will sometimes gaze into the air with empty eyes and softly tell his best friend the horrible shit he has done in the past. Especially what he did in the Port Mafia. Atsushi will listen with an open mind, knowing that one miss-step will cause the other to clamp up.

(He would always turn the stove off at these moments. These nights always took his full attention. Causing her to take deep even breathes to stop her shaking, to keep from spiraling at the thought of her person being like that blasted Headmaster. To try to process and work through the disgust he felt. They would slowly turn to their Osamu and ask in a soft tone if they could hug him. Never once did the idea of blackmail or punishment cross her mind. This would cause the rusted brown eyed male to break and talk about how truly empty he felt with his treatment of Akutagawa. Dazai would always be completely grateful for this and will cling to his tiger.)

In the same way, Atsushi will do the same. Talking about the orphanage and his treatment as if he was there in third person. (This too was never used as blackmail or a way to hurt the younger. In Dazai’s dark, fucked up mind this was the line no one cross.) Of course this led to conversation that neither could talk about. Like the last words of the dying Odasaku or the pain of brutal human experimentation or the hatred Book. Then when it was time to sleep, they will curl up (depending how they were filling that day, they would switch on who was the little spoon) and whisper their deepest, darkest wish they desperately beg would happen. Then they would fall into a comfortable silence as they listen to each other’s heart.

Then agency, mostly Yosano and Kunikida (both having their own sets of problems), don’t really understand why or how this became a tradition.

But Ranpo does.

He always knows.

He knows in the way how they stress on certain jobs then relax once they see the other’s figure. How they smile once they could hear the other’s voice. Could see how they pull each other from the past and enjoy the present. He could see how love and touch-starve these fools are desperately in need of a judgmental free zone. So quietly as he can, Ranpo helps in anyway he can. From babysitting Kyoka to running interference after life n’ death situation.

After all, he was the world’s greatest detective and knows that if one was gone then the other will follow. They were soulmates after all.

illustration for m own Arranged Marrige Royal Birdflash au :3

Concept: Atsushi and Kouyou have more in common that Kouyou and Kyouka.

Kyouka’s not a flower born into darkness. She had parents who loved and cared for her until they died to save her. She wasn’t even in the Port Mafia for that long. She was born into the light and then dragged into darkness and despair.

You know who was born into darkness? Atsushi.

The headmaster said what he did to Atsushi compared to what his parents did to him as a baby doesn’t even count as abuse. Atsushi was thrown out, literally and probably never received genuine kindness in his life until meeting Agency.

Atsushi’s living proof that those who were born into darkness can thrive in life.

Hell when Dazai’s telling Kyouka that the shit you do in the past doesn’t determine who you are now. The person he uses as an example to that is Atsushi.

There’s some bizarre kind of understanding between Atsushi and Kouyou at the end of that episode (season 2 episode 5) and I love it.

Kouyou is convinced that Kyouka is her mirror image. I get that with their abilities and circumstances. But Kouyou might have more in common with the one she was trying to keep Kyouka away from.

The same person she trusts to keep Kyouka safe.

And if this concept is interesting to anyone I did write a thing about it a while back. It’s To be burned in light is a oneshot where Atsushi promises Kouyou that the light won’t burn Kyouka.

Because it burned him too, and he won’t let the same happen to Kyouka. And just the two of them realising their more alike then they’d believe.

@dazatsuweek 2024 day 2 - Band AU

Fake BSD game card because these two need more duo cards 🙏✨

The cats see humans as werid helpless kittens but it's Atsushi and the Agency.

He goes and hunts em all food. Turns into a tiger and carries Kenji back to his dorm after he falls asleep.

He's dragged Kunikida by the collar once the Agency closes so he doesn't spend all night in there.

He loves em but he also doesn't trust em to take care of themselves.

Kiki's Delivery Service (1989)

@mitsuka-chan

Atsushi the PM Cleaner by venelona

Dazai’s voice take 4 and it was my best one I think.

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