Random Headcannons I Have About The Agency Living In The Dorms.

Random headcannons I have about the Agency living in the dorms.

Atsushi is banned from cleaning and doing any chores other than his own. Because he cleans like he's back in the Orphanage.

Dazai is banned from the kitchen indefinitely after setting it on fire on his first day while making toast at 4am.

There's a whiteboard in the communal area with everyones daily tasks, a shopping list, who's turn it is to do certain things etc.

There's also a drawing from Kenji to brighten everyone's morning and yes it's usually a cow.

Infact a lot of his and Kyouka's drawings having been put on the walls and fridge. Along with some of Dazai's... Well after Kunikida deemed them appropriate of course.

They have weekly movie nights where they write titles of what they want to watch and than draw them out of a hat at random.

Said hat has sometimes ended up being Chuuya's hat (Dazai stole it.) It's gotten to where the door is left unlocked for Chuuya to charge in (without breaking down the door) and retrieve his hat.

Sometimes they manage to convince him to stay and watch movies with them. If he does, he's not allowed to sit next to Dazai because they'll argue throughout the whole thing.

Kyouka and Junichiro like to bake together and whenever they do Ranpo is always the first to offer to taste test.

There's jars with everyones names on them known as the bail jars. Kunikida's is used the most out of everyone else's.

The older members go for a night out of drinking on Friday nights. They invite Katai (as they do with movie nights) and each of them take turns being the designated driver.

But this doesn't always go to plan and on those days Junichiro will show up to drive them back to the dorms. (Listen if the kid can pilot a helicopter I think he can drive a car.)

The underaged members of the Agency will have a game night. They play a punch of video and board games, sometimes as teams and other times individually.

The points are added up and the winner is declared.

It's fair because the younger members of the Agency can't drink and the older ones are banned from game night. Because they get way to over competitive, looking at you Yosano.

No ones allowed to bring work home with them. Atsushi and Kunikida break this rule constantly and have been reprimanded by the others.

When there's unrest around them, someone's having nightmares, or it's an anniversary of a tragedy, whatever it is on those nights where one or all of them are struggling they all have a sleepover in the communal area.

They all take their blankets and keep each other close. Sometimes they'll talk and sometimes they won't. They just need everyone close.

Fukuzawa doesn't live in the dorms but he lives nearby and drops in regularly to check up on everyone.

Dazai canonically rambling about his loved ones at every possible opportunity is so dear to me.

Mori knew a lot of the things he did about Oda because Dazai told him. Akutagawa also knew about Oda and how important he is to Dazai because of Dazai's ramblings. Random, unnamed PM members know about Oda being very dear to Dazai, because Dazai praises him and talks about how great he is.

Chuuya knew straight away that Dazai had been speaking about him to the ADA. It wasn't something he expressed feeling betrayed or suprised about. It was just an immediate understanding that of all the ways they could probably have known about him and his ability despite it being confidential information in the PM, Dazai's ramblings were most likely the reason.

The way that Dazai speaks about Ranpo to quite literally anyone who will listen. To Fydor, to random cops, to Atsushi.

Dazai canonically brags about the people he cares about in an 'omg omg omg my person my people I love them look how amazing they are' way.

Days at the cafe

My heart...

minor headache

Atsushi winced as he plucked another piece of glass carefully from the side of his palm. A bright red drop of blood beaded to the surface, and he discarded the shard into the bin between his feet.

He looked up when the bathroom door opened, and Akutagawa closed it gently behind him. “They’re both in bed,” he reported. “And quite contrite, I might add.”

Atsushi extracted another shard from his skin, then ran his finger along the outside of his palm, looking for bits he missed. “I BET they’re contrite, you’re scary when you’re angry.” He raised an eyebrow at Akutagawa, who frowned. “It was an accident.”

“There are too many accidents. They know better.”

“They’re growing boys, and rambunctious.” Atsushi dug more glass from his skin. “Yelling at them won’t solve anything.” The glass pinged into the bottom of the bin. “Maybe we should enroll Acchan in a sport, or something.”

“I cannot see him containing himself to play a sport.” Akutagawa took Atsushi’s hand and inspected it himself; Atsushi knew better than to take it back. “But…it might be good for him.” He rubbed his thumb over some of the beading blood, smearing it, before raising Atsushi’s hand to his mouth and brushing his lips over the wound.

Atsushi sighed and smiled. “Sometimes I think you’re developing a taste for my blood.”

Akutagawa met his eye and licked the blood from his skin. Now Atsushi did pull his hand back, and Akutagawa rumbled in amusement. “Gross,” Atsushi muttered, inspecting his palm, but the wounds had healed over by now anyway. “Why do you have to be so gross?”

Akutagawa leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “It’s never gross when it comes from you, my darling weretiger.”

“Freak,” Atsushi snorted affectionately, and Akutagawa smirked in response.