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⊹₊⋆  please specify what you want clearly

⊹₊⋆ media in reqs are fine

⤷ no lewd media, pls and ty

⊹₊⋆ i refuse to write nsfw/smut

⊹₊⋆ reader can be tweeked as you see fit

⤷ gender, age, charactistics, etc.

⊹₊⋆ angst and sad tropes are fine

⤷ depends on what it is

⊹₊⋆ i can write headcanons, drabbles or fics

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✩ - ❛ m.lists ❜

꒰A-Z꒱

⋆｡°✩ bungou stray dogs

⋆｡°✩ danganronpa

⋆｡°✩ death note

⋆｡°✩ five nights at freddys

⋆｡°✩ murder drones

⋆｡°✩ my hero academia

⋆｡°✩ obey me

⋆｡°✩ sally face

⋆｡°✩ tokyo revengers

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F L O W E R S

a/n: more sal fisher fluffiness, that and likeeeee I wanna start (make a attempt) to garden so self indulgent... :p

character: sal fisher

tw: n/a

Sal was laying in bed, his prosthetic long since tossed to the side of his bed. Swamped in a sea of clothes. His blue hair not in their usual pigtails, but messily draping over his head, as a result of not leaving his bed for days. Or- most of the weekend.

It was like since Friday, when his final class for the day concluded, he was just in this slump. It was noticible to all observing and looking in to his life.

A soft knock on his door, drew none to little reaction from the caccoon of warmth he's built for himself in his bed. His eyes not drifting up from his game boy.

"Sal? You in there? It's just me."

The voice spoke from behind the door. Though muffled, it was easily identifiable, it was them. One of Sal's favourite people, someone he trusted and relied on. (y/n).

He could build up the energy to leave his bundle of warmth, but, it was warm. Safe. His voice was dry, dry to the point of him trying to talk came out as a muffled squeek. A raspy murmer.

They slowly popped their head around the corner of the doorway, their eyes settling on his form. Tucked away under a mess of blankets and pillows. Like a little fort.

They slowly entered his room. Holding a object behind their back, causing Sal to furrow his brows, trying to process what they were holding.

They pulled the item, revealing a bunch of flowers, a anxious smile etched on his face.

'You brought me flowers?' Sal remarked, sitting up from his little pile of warmth.

'Well... yeah. I noticed you were sad.... so I wanted to make you smile.' They chuckled nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of their neck.

divider by @/cafekitsune

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Hi! I really like the Dazai x female reader in a high school AU!

Can I request, before dating each other, they have like a sport competition against a few other school. Then from another top school, Fyodor tries to get closed to female reader and flirt with her. Which end up with Fyodor fighting dazai (bcz Dazai like fem reader).

a/n: i literally got like zero clue what kind of sports both fyodor and dazai would do at a athletics day. work with me here. not proof read.

character: osamu dazai

pronouns: she/her

As she tied up her hair and got ready for the sports day, a day best spent running and doing other sports and try to win first place for the school. Her eyes locked on to a boy from another school.

She adverted her gaze as she saw Dazai, trying his best at long jump. Watching as his face contorts as he tries to focus on falling forwards. The want in his eyes of getting a bigger and longer distance than the other boys. The need and desire clear in his gaze.

She ignores the other boy, running up to the long jump sand pit. Cheering him on.

"Go Dazai! You got this!" She smiled ear to ear, clapping as he finally fell forwards. Planting his hands deep into the sand as he extended his score.

"10.4 meters!" Was shouted by the offical, letting his measuring tape roll back with a loud click. A happy and confidant smile painted on his face.

She was about to run and go congragulate him in person, after his remaining jumps were done. Only for a hand to pull her back and tug at her sports jacket.

"I'm Fyodor." It was that guy again, he would not leave her alone. Was she that approachable? She didn't know.

"Hi?" She responded, her voice laced with confusion and a tone that clearly read 'get away from me'. She pulled her arm away from him and closed off her body language. A distance being created to divide herself from him.

"You're from that middle school? The one in Shibuya?" He leaned in closer, wrapping a arm around her shoulders. A obvious sign of flirting, one so clear that a social hobbit could tell.

That was when Dazai strode in, drinking from his water bottle. Drinking the water as if it'd disapear before his very eyes. But the contentment from his refreshment soured as he saw the scene before him.

"What are you doing?" He snarled, shoving Fyodor back and away from her. He in turn, wrapped his jacket around her and pulled her closer. As if giding her away from a threat.

"Just meeting the opposition." Fyodor shrugged, acting as if he was pure. As if he was a saint of sorts.

This devolved to a argument, leading her only option to pull her hotheaded friend out of the way. Dragging him by the collar to a bench near the track.

"What was that for?" She chidied, swatting him playfully. But her voice was stern. Annoyed even.

"I can't stand it when someone makes you feel worried or uneasy."

divider by @/cafekitsune

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summary: worker drone! reader, escaped from the hands of another murder drone. so, n, being the cinnamonroll he is, comforts them <3

character: n

a/n: i need to watch md again, it's been too long.

✎ n wouldn't let anyone or anything touch you. it could litterally be a bug and he would keep you away from it.

❛ n, it's just a ant... ❜

❛ but still! ❜ :(

✎ he's trying okay? just let him baby you for a while.

✎ I feel he would be the best at cuddles, like????? he's the definition of a golden retriver. he would be affectionate and snuggly x10 when you're upset.

✎ he's wrap his tail around you, but is extra careful not to poke you with the nanite acid, he doesn't want to hurt you more.

✎ he's be down to talk about it, that is if you'd finished crying or being silent. he wouldn't pressure you though.

✎ but no, I think he's get a bit snappy and paranoid, like just a tad. like he is paranoid you'd get hurt again and he'd snap at v from how paranoid he is.

✎ like he's just a anxious baby.

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sal fisher m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ rainy day hc

summary: how they feel on a rainy day

❥ flowers ☁︎

summary: arriving with flowers

❥ touch

summary: sal with a reader who is scared of physical touch

❥ scenic ☁︎ ꩜

summary: comforting sal about his face

❥ blind reader hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: self explanitory.

❥ caring for a f! reader ✧

summary: platonic carning for a reader.

❥ celebrating readers birthday ☁︎

summary: celebrating their gfs birthday

❥ reader in a wheelchair hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: pretty self explanitory

❥ nightmare ☁︎

summary: drabble of sal having a nightmare

❥ infected ꩜

S C E N I C

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: n/a

a/n: not proof read, just sal fisher fluffiness. enjoy ♡︎

A soft hum escaped your lips as you tried to help Sal, helping him out with his bloody nose. The rag in your hands getting soiled with the crimson fluids.

You didn't understand why he did it. You found it reckless, from your point of view. Angering Travis... for what? That was the question looming over your head. Weighing down your thoughts.

You took another good look at Sal's face, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You seemed content whereas Sal was sobbing.

"What's wrong?" You cooed, wiping the tears off his face while his fingers fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic. Keeping that soft smile on your face.

"It's just.... you didn't scream... or get grossed out...." He mumbled, his voice strained from all his sobbing.

"Why would I? There's nothing wrong." You tried to help him regain some self confidence back, it maybe feeble, but you couldn't stand him thinking badly about his face.

You watched the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose scrunch up alongside the rest of his remaining nose skin.

"But... look at me! My ..... my face!" His adoring blue eyes seemed ready to cry again, well, one of them since one of his eyes were glass. And the nerves around the glass eye were damaged, making that eye unable to shed tears.

"Sal, you look handsome." Your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs rubbing both the scarred and unscarred skin. Feeling the textures under your fingertips and his tears hitting them.

"I am...?" His tone wavering. He looked vulnerable and precious with his face cupped in your hands.

"You are." A bright smile beared on his features and the saddened look faded into nothingness. He hugged and held you close. With a cheeky grin on his face he spoke,

"Hum to me again, I love your voice."

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serial designation n m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ yandere n hc

summary: n as a yandere headcanons

❥ n comfort after a md attack hc

summary: worker drone! reader, escaped from the hands of another murder drone. so, n, being the cinnamonroll he is, comforts them

❥ fighting hc

summary: headcanons for fighting with reader

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May I request a yandere n headcanon's?

✎ YANDERE N, who clings to you like theres no tomorrow. Your always being watched, even when you think he's not there.

✎ YANDERE N, who fears of losing you.

✎ YANDERE N, who would never let you out of his sight.

✎ YANDERE N, whos just trying his best to make you love him. He just needs your love.

✎ YANDERE N, who wants you to rely and need him. He's sick of being told he's useless, he wants you to depend on him and only him.

✎ YANDERE N, he would never do anything to harm you. He would harm others, but never you.

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serial designation v m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ having a adopted human child hcs ✧

summary : headcanons of uzi, v and doll taking care of a human child.

❥ reader flirting w v and only v

summary: self explanitory

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Hello!! May I request Sal Fisher x reader who is severely afraid of physical touch? Like to the point where it takes them a while to even touch someone with a piece of fabric in between their hand and the person. Also if the reader is seriously sarcastic, teasing and the type who laughs everything off while being terrified of touch would be great.

Thank you!!

T O U C H

summary: [reader], is afraid of physical touch. Which causes their beloved boyfriend to doubt himself.

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: they/them

It had been month since they started dating Sal. Months. They took things slow with him, not that he minded. Going slow was calming. But Sal wanted to know, why wouldn't they touch him?

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Sal asked, breaking the silence. Fumbling his mask between his fingers. They look up at him. "No, you're beautiful to me."

There was another long awkward silence.

"Then, why don't you.. want to touch me?" Sal couldn't even make eye contact with them. His voice, sounded like he was clearly hurt. Aching, even.

They laughed, it was strained. But they laughed. "Oh.. ummm." They couldn't think of the words. They felt as if they needed a explanation, not a sarcastic one at that.

They nervously fumbled with their fingers. "I love you so much, I thought you knew that!" They said, finally, trying to bluff their way out of this awkward feeling.

Sal looked at them blankly. Clearly seeing their bluff.

"If you don't think I'm deformed, then why won't you let me hold you?" Sal seemed set on holding his lover. He needed it.

They laughed it off, trying to ignore the nagging feeling. They felt a tug on their heartstrings, they hated Sal thinking he was not attractive. Yet, they were too frightened to even hold pinkies with the poor blue haired boy.

They bit the bullet.

Their pinky, slowly extended out to him. Gently holding his pinky with theirs. They couldn't bring themselves to be their usually cocky, arrogant self.

"I love you, ya know that?"

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uzi doorman m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ having a adopted human child hcs ✧

summary : headcanons of uzi, v and doll taking care of a human child.

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You write for Murder Drones, so um... Could I see hcs for Uzi, V and Doll with an adopted human child that's heavily implied to have had a very difficult, sad and painful past before they took them in? The child is extremely quiet, timid and fearful and is prone to nightmares and crying and is very touch-starved. Sorry if this is breaking any rules

summary : headcanons of uzi, v and doll taking care of a human child.

paring : uzi, v and doll w adopted human reader

reader pronouns : they/them

⌞uzi ⌝

✎ Uzi would make faces for them all the time!

✎ She's definitely using absolute solver to play with them!

✎ Let's face it, Uzi probs doesn't sleep much to begin with. She'd 110% stay up with them if they had a nightmare.

✎ She's curious of what happened to them, yet she won't pry into it.

✎ Uzi would personally strive to take care of them as best as she can.

✎ Uzi would take them into to school with her all the time.

⌞ doll ⌝

✎ Doll wouldn't be the best at comfort. But she tries.

✎ Doll would also never let them out of her sight.

✎ If they wonder off a bit to far, she's use her absolute solver to move them closer to her.

✎ Like Uzi, she'd use absolute solver to play with them.

✎ She'd would never let them anywhere near her parents. For obvious reasons.

✎ Doll would also leave them out of her whole murder worker drones deal.

✎ I don't think she believes in nightmares, but would try to make them feel better. Even if she thinks their non-existent.

⌞ v ⌝

✎ V 100% has a habit of wrapping her tail around the child to keep them by her side.

✎ She is always mindful of their presence.

✎ She has taken multiple blows to keep them safe.

✎ V may not be very affectionate, but she'd show her love in otherways.

✎ VERY overprotective

✎ She'd try to keep the fact she kills worker drones as secret as possible.

✎ On the topic of nightmares though, I don't think V personally has had any in her life. But would try to get them to sleep again if they had one.

✎ She might snap at times, but would always try to make it up.

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Murder Drones

➤ Worker Drones

↳ Uzi

↳ Thad

↳ Doll

↳ Lizzy

➤ Disassembly Bots

↳ V

↳ N

↳ J

➤ Humans

↳ Tessa

Hello! How r u?

May u request a hurt to comfortt for Dazai x Fem! Reader in High school Au!

Thank you!

Ache

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

paring : Osamu Dazai x Fem! Reader

reader pronouns : she/her

You didn't speak, the entirety of your lunch was in silence. Tears stained your once perfect makeup. (e/c) orbs threatening to water up at any given moment.

It was hard without him. Yet he had hurt you, but you still loved him. It was hard to pinpoint when you started arguing during morning time. You closed your eyes, and attempted to replay everything.

---

You stopped the brown haired boy, placed both of your hands on his upper arms and spoke, "You're covered in bruises and bandages again! For the last time, Dazai , what's going on?" The concern on you face and voice was evident.

His chestnut irises, darted around the surroundings. Not once making eye contact with you. "Nothing, it's fine." He finally responded. Quickly trying to brush off your concern.

"I don't believe that." Was all you said. Looking down at your shoes, not wanting to gazing into the eyes you love so dearly. Yet, you felt him staring down upon you.

"I can assure you, nothing is wrong. I promise." The words had finally came out of his mouth. He didn't want to make you worry. All he wanted to protect you, keep you safe.

"Samu, you've been getting beat up. You have all these bandage's on you, and other medical patching's on your body. Something's up, please tell me." You pleaded, you hated seeing him injured.

He let out a huffy sigh, before looking at you. "I told you already! Nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Alright?" He snapped, his voice was unintentionally raised. He could feel you hands tensing up on his arms. "I care about you okay? I'm worried! So stop telling me everything is fine when it's clearly not!" You yelled back at him. You were frustrated.

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From that point onwards it escalated, you felt horrid. You placed your lunchbox to the side of you on the grass. Looked up upon the clear blue sky, watching the clouds roll by. Enjoying the quiet, or at least trying to.

That was until you felt something on your lap. You looked down to find a familiar face laying there. Upset. You ran your fingers through his hair, as a silent way of saying it's okay.

He mumbled sorry, over and over again. Though, it was barely able to be heard. "I forgive you, just please be more careful." Was all that you said. There was a long silence before being followed with him saying one singular thing.

"I love you."

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My Hero Academia

➤ Class 1-A

↳ Aoyama, Yugo

↳ Ashido, Mina

↳ Asui, Tsuyu

↳ Ida, Tenya

↳ Uraraka, Ocacho

↳ Ojiro, Mashirao

↳ Kaminari, Denki

↳ Kirishima, Ejiro

↳ Koda, Koji

↳ Sato, Rikido

↳ Shoji, Mezo

↳ Jiro, Kyoka

↳ Sero, Hanta

↳ Tokoyami, Fumikage

↳ Todoroki, Shoto

↳ Hagakure, Toru

↳ Bakugo, Katsuki

↳ Midoriya, Izuku

↳ Yaoyorozu, Momo

➤ Class 1-B

↳ Awase, Yosetsu

↳ Kiabara, Sen

↳ Kuroiro, Shihai

↳ Kendo, Itsuka

↳ Kodai, Yui

↳ Komori, Kinoko

↳ Shiozaki, Ibara

↳ Monoma, Neito

↳ Yanagi, Reiko

➤ Big 3

↳ Togata, Miriro

↳ Hado, Nejire

↳ Amajiki, Tamiki

➤ Other Classes

↳ Hatsume, Mei

↳ Shinso, Hitoshi

➤ Teachers

↳ Aizawa, Shota (Eraser Head)

↳ Present Mic

↳ Midnight

➤ Pro Heros

↳ All Might

↳ Ms. Joke

↳ Mirko

↳ Kamui Woods

↳ Ryukyu

↳ Hawks

↳ Mt.Lady

↳ Fat Gum

↳ Mandalay

↳ Pixie-Bob

↳ Tiger

↳ Ragdoll

➤ Villains

↳ Cider House

↳ Kurogiri

↳ Shigaraki, Tomura

↳ Dabi

↳ Twice

↳ Himiko Toga

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Death Note

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

➤ Kira

↳ Yagami, Light

↳ Amane, Misa

↳ Mikami, Teru

↳ Takada, Kiyomi

➤ Japanese Task Force

↳ Aizawa, Shuichi

↳ Mogi, Kanzo

↳ Matsuda, Touta

➤ Wammy's House

↳ Watari

↳ L

↳ Near

↳ Mello

↳ Matt

↳ Beyond Birthday

nakahara, chuuya m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ relax with me ☁︎

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

dazai, osamu m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ sports day

summary: a sports competition between your school and another. ft. fyodor

❥ pluviophile ☁︎

summary: your looking out the window of the ADA and a certain brunet catches your attention.

❥ ache ꩜

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

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Bungou Stray Dogs

♡ Names are linked to their masterlist!

➤ Armed Detective Agency

↳ Fukuzawa, Yukichi

↳ Kunikida, Doppo

↳ Dazai, Osamu

↳ Nakajima, Atsushi

↳ Yosano, Akiko

↳ Edogawa, Ranpo

↳ Miyazawa, Kenji*

↳ Izumi, Kyoka*

↳ Tanizaki, Junichiro

↳ Tanizaki, Naomi

➤ Port Mafia

↳ Ogai, Mori

↳ Ozaki, Kouyou

↳ Nakahara, Chuuya

↳ Akutagawa, Ryunosuke

↳ Akutagawa, Gin

↳ Higuchi, Ichiyo

↳ Tachihara, Michizo

↳ Sakunosuke, Oda

➤ The Guild

↳ Francis Fitzgerald

↳ Edgar Allen Poe

↳ Lucy Maud Montgomery

↳ Margaret, Mitchell

↳ Mark Twain

↳ Nathanial Hawthorne

➤ Decay of the Angel

↳ Fyodor, Dostoevsky

↳ Nikolai, Gogol

↳ Sigma

*req's must be veryyyy sfw

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reqs are always open

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Relax with me

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

reader pronouns : they/them

pairing : chuuya nakahara x reader

(y/n) was sat in in their chair. Spinning around after doing many pages of important paperwork. In the comfort of the apartment they shared with their partner. They brought one of their hands up to rub their ever growing tired eyes. Feeling the bags, weighing under them.

"If I don't do this, who will?" And went back to scribbling something down on the paper.

Seconds became minutes. And minutes became hours. (y/n) placed their sleepy head on the desk in defeat. They still had so many pages left to do. Like the cost for the recent attack they had done on the ADA. 

Eyelids were growing heavy. "Getting tired? Why don't you stop for now?" A voice so familiar had called out the the sleeping figure. Chuuya had lightly shook his partner awake. "Come on. Let's go to sleep. You're clearly to tired to work." He had protested to his significant other. 

"But! I need to get this work done." They had said in a sleepy tone. Chuuya wouldn't take no for a answer. He had pulled the chair away from the desk. Trying to prevent (y/n) to work any further. They groaned out of pure tiredness.

They had given in to their boyfriends request, and had gotten up from the chair. Chuuya had taken their hand and guided them towards the bed. One by one. They had both climbed in to the bed.

Holding each other in a warm embrace. "Next time, put your health first. Not the stupid paperwork." He said nuzzling his head deeper into theirs. All they had done is nod. Simply. In compliance to what Chuuya had said. Wanting to enjoy the moment with the one they love the most.

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The making of a confession

summary : you are a support class student working on a new support item, and a certain blond boy tells you about his feelings.

reader pronouns : she/her

paring : denki kaminari x reader

╭┈┈┈┈◦•◦❥

Another night.

Another sleepless night..

The motivation and guilt of getting these is getting to me. I want them done. It would bother me if they don't get finished. I reach for my can of Monster, when I heard the door behind me open. 

"Hello?" I turned to face the figure in the doorway, his golden locks shining in the light. His eye's illuminated by the night.

"Oh! Come right in, do you need something?" Could Kaminari be here for a support item? At this hour? Who am I to judge, if he is more at home coming here at this hour. That's his business, not mine. 

He came closer, sitting on a clear space on a table close to the one I was working at.

"I wanted to ask you something, if that's alright?" He asked, eyes darting around the room. Not making any eye contact with me.

"Yeah, go ahead.." I trail off. Turning my focus from him to the machine I was constructed. Consistently.

"Soo, let's say there's this girl I really like... How would I possibly ask her out?" It was clear he had strong feelings for her, his cheeks went bright red just thinking of her. 

She's someone special to him. Someone who he loves. It's clear to see.

"Just tell her that you like her, there's no harm in that. Is there?"

"Yeah your right..."Kaminari seems lost in thought, is he planning on what to say to his special someone?

"Y/n?" He called me by my first name. It was a shock for sure. "Yes?" Turing to face the blond. Diverting my attention from my machine.

"I like you!" He had blurted it out. His face went entirely red, so did mine. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks. I walked closer to the blond boy. Closing the gap between us.

"I feel the same way, always have.." I placed my lips on his. He brought his arms around my waist, closing the space between us even more.

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Pluviophile

summary : your looking out the window of the ADA and a certain brunet catches your attention.

paring : osamu dazai x reader

╭┈┈┈┈┈┈◦•◦❥

You were looking out the window of the ADA. Watching as the little rain droplets slide down the window. Your fingers touched the cold surface of the window. Causing multiple droplets to abruptly fall, much before their time. Your gaze is focus on the nightlights of the city, you try so hard to keep safe. 

"Fancy to see you here." A voice had called out to you. You saw a tall brown haired man approach you. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his curry udon coloured jacket.

As you were trying to register who he was, he was right next to you. His chocolate coloured orbs lit up from the reflection of the city lights. "I thought you would of headed home by now." He told you. Eyes never straying from the window. 

 "How's Kunikida been treating you? Piling you up with paperwork, yet?" He joked. Letting out a hearty chuckle. A wide cheeky smile hugged at his lips.

You had observed his relationship with Kunikida from the days prior. It was this chaotic relationship. But yet it was solidly built upon trust. "I don't think we have properly been introduced yet, my name is Osamu Dazai." His gaze broke from the window, and he was now looking at you.

"(y/n), (y/n) (l/n)." You had finally spoken to him. Your (e/c) irises darting from the window to his face. "Well (y/n), I'm quite impressed." You tilted your head as if to say you don't quite get what he is trying to say. "I'm mean you haven't had a visit to Dr.Yosano yet." Silence had befallen upon you two. It wasn't a awkward silence. No. I was more like a comfortable one. 

Like there was no pressure to keep talking. Both just simply enjoying each other company. You flipped open your phone to check the time. It was 7pm now. How long were you standing here with Dazai for? "Say, you do know you've gotten a complaint? Right?" He asked. Voice clearly laced with curiosity. "No." Was all you said. 

He open his mouth, then closed it. Like he wasn't sure on what to say next. "It was about that you're never really, how do I put this? Serious? Like its a life or death situation and you don't seem to care." He stated, finally.

You thought at this moment he was expecting a long reply from you. But what happened was just a deadpan stare. To him, the look on your face was one that was to say, he had just insulted you. And you were. He had accidentally insulted you. Saying you 'don't care', was quite rude. Now instead of a comfortable silence, it was one that stings. Looming around you two like a bad stench. 

You were silent. So was he. Both of you didn't know how to continue this conversation. And yet you still stood next to each other. Not exactly enjoying each other's company, but not hating it at the same time. As time went on the room grew colder. Rain had picked up and had gotten heavier. You were dreading going home at this point. You felt something placed on your shoulders. It was a coat. Dazai's beige coat. He must've picked up on you being cold. 

"Thank you." You said. He smiled. "I think Miss (y/n), we should be heading home now." He said as he outstretched his arm to guide you. You took it, a soft smile growing on your face. 

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