I Don't Know If Anyone Will See This And You Prob Dont Know Me But

I don't know if anyone will see this and you prob dont know me but 🥲

dazai who needs glasses for distance, but never wears them.

chuuya who has matching compression gloves with kunikida.

dazai who sets up dates.

kunikida who doesnt quite understand his own issues, but gets that theres something wrong with him.

chuuya and dazai, who really do try and help kunikida find out whats wrong.

no diagnosis is given, not yet, but its a start.

I think its best if he never works in customer service

the glamorous life of a mafia executive

(based on an idea from Remi!)

I kinda want smth like that...

Listen, I posted about this on twitter, but Kunichuuzai breakfast club au!!

Chuuya the “rebel” Kunikida the “nerd” and Dazai the “outcast” end up in detention together for 8 hours under the supervision of one Ougai Mori.

They hate each other at first, but after enough conversations, shenanigans, and some weed, they end up revealing things they’d never shared before. Chuuya talks about his shitty home life, Dazai talks about his suicide attempt, and Kunikida talks about the pressures of being “gifted” and how—hey, his life actually sucks.

And by the end of it, by the time they eave that school, Kunikida has two phone numbers written on his wrist, a hickey hidden under the collar of his shirt, and a promise of a future with two boys he never in a million years would have even spoken to previous to this

I love how in Bungou stray dogs, the kindest characters are the ones with the most destructive rage.

In the Port Mafia, Dazai gave a warning. "You'd be better off not angering Odasaku, ever.

If he were to become angry from the bottom of his heart, everyone in this room would he dead. Before any of us could even draw our guns."

And everyone in Yokohama knows you must never anger Kenji.

dazai having an off day and being quieter than usual when suddenly one of kunikidas pens rolls across the desks and bumps into dazai’s hand and transforms into a piece of paper that’s been folded into a heart