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That was unexpected | Play fighting headcannons with BSD characters x Gn reader
Characters: Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara
Summary: When play fighting with them becomes something more
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, established relationships
Taglist: @nightshade-clown
A/N: Thanks to @seisitive and one of her anons for this idea!! Here is the post!
DAZAI OSAMU
🍀⁀➷ You were laying on the couch when Dazai came into the room, slouching himself on the edge looking at you
🍀⁀➷ You were looking through your phone, doing whatever you were doing, and Dazai just started poking your face
🍀⁀➷ You started poking his back, putting down your phone, but it escalated insanely fast
🍀⁀➷ Dazai started softly patting your cheeks and head, imitating slapping but not hard enough to hurt you
🍀⁀➷ You started punching back, with light punches, but he pulled you on top of him
🍀⁀➷ You straddled his waist with your legs as you gently punched him
🍀⁀➷ He laughed, as your soft punches tickled him, and he was reciprocating your soft hits
🍀⁀➷ You smirked as your hits got a bit rougher, knowing he could take the punches
🍀⁀➷ Dazai seemingly noticed this change, but only smirked in response as he gripped your waist
🍀⁀➷ You blushed slightly and paused your movement, that was a big mistake
🍀⁀➷ In an instant Dazai had you under him and pinned your hands above your hand, holding your wrists
🍀⁀➷ You blushed, your eyes widening in surprise and being flustered. Dazai of course was smiling
🍀⁀➷ Dazai slowly started kissing your cheeks, not letting his grip on your hands loosen. Your blush deepened
🍀⁀➷ You desperately looked at his lips, awaiting more than just teasing, fleeting kisses on your cheek
🍀⁀➷ Of course, he noticed and started to lightly kiss your lips, teasing you slightly
🍀⁀➷ Not a second later did his kisses get deeper than they were before, becoming even more heated
🍀⁀➷ You started kissing back, your little kissing turning into a heated make out session
🍀⁀➷ It was a push and pull between the two of you, but the movement wasn't enough for Dazai to release you from his grip
🍀⁀➷ After a moment the two of you were making out, you tried flailing out of his grip, accidentally kicking him in the stomach
🍀⁀➷ He just collapsed on top of you dramatically, pretending to have died
🍀⁀➷ You just cuddled him on the floor as he recovered from your kick, apologizing profusely
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
🍀⁀➷ You were laying on the floor already, boredom gripping your brain. Chuuya was walking around, trying to find you, but accidentally tripped over you
🍀⁀➷ He smirks slightly and softly kicking your side, trying to tickle you and pulling a laugh out of your lips
🍀⁀➷ You, in response to this unneeded attack, started to hit and lightly punch his leg trying to get him to stop
🍀⁀➷ You sat up to face him and Chuuya bent down to get on your level, lightly booping your nose
🍀⁀➷ You jokingly scowled at his action, bonking his head a few times in response
🍀⁀➷ You jumped at him, trying to get Chuuya underneath you, but you failed. Your back faced the floor as Chuuya pinned you by your wrist
🍀⁀➷ You immediately blushed seeing how smug Chuuya smiled down at the state you were in because of him
🍀⁀➷ One of his hands slid from your wrist to intertwine with one of yours, which you returned happily
🍀⁀➷ Chuuya lightly kissed your forehead, trailing down to your nose at an agonizingly slow pace
🍀⁀➷ He hovered over your lips, enough room for him to see you quickly dart your gaze from his lips in a pattern
🍀⁀➷ Chuuya brought his other hand to grip your chin to keep your needy gaze on his eyes
🍀⁀➷ He slowly brought his lips to hover over yours, basking in how needy you were for his kiss
🍀⁀➷ He gave in pretty quickly however, the want of your lips growing quicker in his heart
🍀⁀➷ As slow as the kiss may have started, they slowly got quicker from both of you
🍀⁀➷ Each one becoming more sloppy has he gripped your cheek, his other hand still holding yours down
🍀⁀➷ Both of your lips danced with each other for a good while, leaving you a flustered mess
🍀⁀➷ Chuuya held you tightly as a slow and melodic body rhythm was being set as you tried to get your hand out of his grasp
🍀⁀➷ You managed to get one hand out of his grip, holding his cheek deepening the kissing session
🍀⁀➷ You were squirming too much, however, trying to get your revenge on Chuuya and accidentally bonked his head a little too hard
🍀⁀➷ You held your head in pain and Chuuya dramatically fell to the floor, reaching his hand to find yours
🍀⁀➷ You both laid on the floor in pain, but you were both laughing your asses off, not letting go of each other's hands
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That was unexpected | Play fighting headcannons with BSD characters x Gn reader
Characters: Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara
Summary: When play fighting with them becomes something more
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, established relationships
Taglist: @nightshade-clown
A/N: Thanks to @seisitive and one of her anons for this idea!! Here is the post!
DAZAI OSAMU
🍀⁀➷ You were laying on the couch when Dazai came into the room, slouching himself on the edge looking at you
🍀⁀➷ You were looking through your phone, doing whatever you were doing, and Dazai just started poking your face
🍀⁀➷ You started poking his back, putting down your phone, but it escalated insanely fast
🍀⁀➷ Dazai started softly patting your cheeks and head, imitating slapping but not hard enough to hurt you
🍀⁀➷ You started punching back, with light punches, but he pulled you on top of him
🍀⁀➷ You straddled his waist with your legs as you gently punched him
🍀⁀➷ He laughed, as your soft punches tickled him, and he was reciprocating your soft hits
🍀⁀➷ You smirked as your hits got a bit rougher, knowing he could take the punches
🍀⁀➷ Dazai seemingly noticed this change, but only smirked in response as he gripped your waist
🍀⁀➷ You blushed slightly and paused your movement, that was a big mistake
🍀⁀➷ In an instant Dazai had you under him and pinned your hands above your hand, holding your wrists
🍀⁀➷ You blushed, your eyes widening in surprise and being flustered. Dazai of course was smiling
🍀⁀➷ Dazai slowly started kissing your cheeks, not letting his grip on your hands loosen. Your blush deepened
🍀⁀➷ You desperately looked at his lips, awaiting more than just teasing, fleeting kisses on your cheek
🍀⁀➷ Of course, he noticed and started to lightly kiss your lips, teasing you slightly
🍀⁀➷ Not a second later did his kisses get deeper than they were before, becoming even more heated
🍀⁀➷ You started kissing back, your little kissing turning into a heated make out session
🍀⁀➷ It was a push and pull between the two of you, but the movement wasn't enough for Dazai to release you from his grip
🍀⁀➷ After a moment the two of you were making out, you tried flailing out of his grip, accidentally kicking him in the stomach
🍀⁀➷ He just collapsed on top of you dramatically, pretending to have died
🍀⁀➷ You just cuddled him on the floor as he recovered from your kick, apologizing profusely
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
🍀⁀➷ You were laying on the floor already, boredom gripping your brain. Chuuya was walking around, trying to find you, but accidentally tripped over you
🍀⁀➷ He smirks slightly and softly kicking your side, trying to tickle you and pulling a laugh out of your lips
🍀⁀➷ You, in response to this unneeded attack, started to hit and lightly punch his leg trying to get him to stop
🍀⁀➷ You sat up to face him and Chuuya bent down to get on your level, lightly booping your nose
🍀⁀➷ You jokingly scowled at his action, bonking his head a few times in response
🍀⁀➷ You jumped at him, trying to get Chuuya underneath you, but you failed. Your back faced the floor as Chuuya pinned you by your wrist
🍀⁀➷ You immediately blushed seeing how smug Chuuya smiled down at the state you were in because of him
🍀⁀➷ One of his hands slid from your wrist to intertwine with one of yours, which you returned happily
🍀⁀➷ Chuuya lightly kissed your forehead, trailing down to your nose at an agonizingly slow pace
🍀⁀➷ He hovered over your lips, enough room for him to see you quickly dart your gaze from his lips in a pattern
🍀⁀➷ Chuuya brought his other hand to grip your chin to keep your needy gaze on his eyes
🍀⁀➷ He slowly brought his lips to hover over yours, basking in how needy you were for his kiss
🍀⁀➷ He gave in pretty quickly however, the want of your lips growing quicker in his heart
🍀⁀➷ As slow as the kiss may have started, they slowly got quicker from both of you
🍀⁀➷ Each one becoming more sloppy has he gripped your cheek, his other hand still holding yours down
🍀⁀➷ Both of your lips danced with each other for a good while, leaving you a flustered mess
🍀⁀➷ Chuuya held you tightly as a slow and melodic body rhythm was being set as you tried to get your hand out of his grasp
🍀⁀➷ You managed to get one hand out of his grip, holding his cheek deepening the kissing session
🍀⁀➷ You were squirming too much, however, trying to get your revenge on Chuuya and accidentally bonked his head a little too hard
🍀⁀➷ You held your head in pain and Chuuya dramatically fell to the floor, reaching his hand to find yours
🍀⁀➷ You both laid on the floor in pain, but you were both laughing your asses off, not letting go of each other's hands
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mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33
YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*
✦ Dazai with an immature S/O ✦
♫ Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun
✧ warnings : gn reader・ bad writing・slight hint at suggestive jokes・dazai being dazai (what else is new)・crack?・fluff??? (what the fuck is this help…)
✧ summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin
w/c : 1K-ish
Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headaches…
…though it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.
Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable
Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST
His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida
Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.
Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be
With his way of wording things and your humor combined, it’s impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things
“Dazai can you over real quick—” “I’m coming!” “…….that’s what she said LMFAOOOO”
A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting
Dazai is silly, so it’s only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o
…Today was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia… no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourself—and slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier cases—was to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agency’s office was killing you anyways…
You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ‘nothing but trouble™’.
Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words ‘I’m bored’ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikida’s desk.
“Heeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-”
“Get the hell back to work, Dazai.”
The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.
“…You too, y/n.”
He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida today—or literally any other day.
Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.
“Oh? You knew origami and didn’t tell me? Wow, ‘samu, can’t believe you’ve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!” You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairs’ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, “Oh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.”
A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazai’s ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyouka’s interest—along with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.
You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes he’d made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.
“Goddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourself…” You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.
It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face him—arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.
“Dazai. Y/n. May I ask what you’re doing? It’s not work as far as I’m concerned.”
Kunikida’s tone was surprisingly calm… the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikida’s presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.
“Entertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?”
Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at it’s contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was… While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.
“Dazai… have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?” Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.
“Hmm? Oh, no not really! What’re they fo—”
“They’re all boss’ notes and reports…”
You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawa’s signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.
“Handwritten notes and reports.”
All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.
“Those are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazai’s desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barely—almost never works… Just thought I’d let you know.”
A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafening…
“…Wow, nice work, detective Dazai Osamu…” You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.
“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bella…”
Dazai gave you a dramatic ‘hmph!’ and awkwardly turned to Kunikida—who was practically shaking in fury—with a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.
“Nowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-”
“…DazaaAAAIIII—!!!”
p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kids…
જ⁀➴ 🤍 lovesick!dazai headcannons !! — (no gender specified)
just imagine lovesick!dazai absolutely whipped for you; you’re just too kind for your own good and giving dazai affection;
imagine lovesick!dazai being so touch starved, i think he loves hugs very much. makes him feel him so wam and safe, but at the expense of feeling slightly vulnerable.
imagine dazai flirting with you just see your reactions via blushing, giggling, or even cringe at him. (just imagine lovesick!dazai rizzing you up with corny pickip lines he saw online)
“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 . ”
character : dazai osamu
context : you’re an agent going undercover, you encounter port mafia executive dazai. he finds you interesting. yeah..
authors note : you should listen to the diner by Billie ellish to get the vibe to it.
warning : stalker briefly mentioned, stalker!dazai, can be interpreted romantically or whatever, shout out to my bbg @riiwrites 😼☝🏽, murder and blood mentioned too, gender not mentioned, literally we rock with they/them 💋‼️.. uhm I think that’s all gays yeah..
,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒, the last remnants of daylight clinging stubbornly to the horizon. It was a view [name] had come to appreciate, standing on the balcony of the modest clinic where [name] built their cover. As a doctor specialising in human behaviour, their role was simple enough—listen, observe, and blend in. Standing there in viewing the people going about their days, [name] ran their fingers along the balcony’s iron railing, feeling the coolness of the metal beneath their skin. In this quiet neighbourhood, [name] was simply known as Dr. [name]—a doctor who listened to the woes of the weary, a person who could help people understand the storms in their minds. In some ways, [name] had taken to the role more naturally than they expected. It wasn’t far from what I had trained for, after all. But beneath that calm exterior, my real purpose was far more pressing.
The wind picked up slightly, rustling the papers on my desk inside the small office. I stepped back inside, closing the door behind me as I glanced at the scattered reports and profiles I’d been reviewing. Every interaction I had here was a potential lead—every patient, every conversation was a thread that might lead me to the missing documents. I was hunting for the whispers in the crowd, the signs that something was about to crack.
I sat down and opened one of the files again. A name stared back at me—Takeda Masaru, a local journalist with a reputation for being nosey. He had been in to see me twice, under the guise of seeking help for stress and insomnia. But I knew better. Knocking me out of my train of thought, my smartwatch started vibrating. It was morse code.
‘GOOD EVENING AGENT [NAME], IT'S NICE TO YOU ALIVE AND WELL.WE HAVE NEW INTEL. THERE'S BEEN SIGHTING AT THE LOADING. THE DOCUMENTS SHOULD BE THERE. IT SHOULD BE A DARK RED CARGO BOX WITH THE NAME ‘MELLUVS ART AND WRITING SUPPLIES’ . QUICKLY GET THERE BEFORE ANYBODY INTERVENES. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU.’
I quickly changed my clothing still keeping my pants and shoes and swapping my glasses with sunglasses, my shirt with a business shirt. Taking my coat off the rack I jumped off of the railing onto the pavement. The cold air hitting my face, I felt that familiar rush of adrenaline. The peaceful exterior I’d adopted as a doctor was peeling away, revealing the true purpose behind the mask.
I arrived at the loading dock slipping past guards. While remaining on my toes, looking around, finding the maroon cargo box, picking the lock, catching it before it could fall can make noise. Opening the door and sorting through papers. I found the papers of the document, putting the papers in my doctors folder, I turned to step out just to be greeted with…
"Are you lost?" a voice rang out behind them.
“I’m sorry?” You turned towards the stranger with a simple smile.
“I said, are you lost? Dr. [name].” He repeated.
Standing in the shadow of a weathered chimney was a young man, barely older than them, with an unsettlingly casual grin. His black hair fell messily over his eyes, his posture loose and unthreatening, but I knew better than to trust appearances. There was something sharp beneath that smile.
“Ah. No I’m not..”
"Dazai Osamu," the man introduced himself, stepping closer without a care in the world. "What a coincidence, meeting you here."
"Coincidence?" [name]’s voice was flat, unamused. "I don’t believe in coincidences."
Dazai’s grin widened. "Smart. I don’t either."
This wasn’t good. My mission had suddenly become complicated—this was Dazai, a notorious figure in the Port Mafia, rumoured to be both brilliant and dangerous. Getting caught up with him was exactly what their agency warned them about. But retreating now would be even worse. They couldn't afford to show any weakness.
"You’re in my way," I stated plainly, their eyes locked onto him. Dazai’s expression flickered briefly with interest.
"Am I?" he mused, not moving an inch. Instead, his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I wonder what someone like you is doing up here. You don’t seem like the usual riffraff the mafia deals with. You're different."
I said nothing. They were trained to maintain a poker face, but they could feel Dazai’s gaze piercing through them, searching for cracks.
After a tense silence, I decided it was better to end this encounter quickly. "I have no business with you. Walk away."
Dazai’s grin softened into something almost playful. "I could say the same. But I don’t feel like walking away just yet. You intrigue me."
Before you could respond, a shout echoed from the alley below—footsteps, too many of them. The mission wasn’t over yet. With a sharp glance at Dazai, [name] moved quickly, shoving him out the way with the documents I hand, disappearing into the shadows of the cargo port.
𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟 . ♡ . 𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎢
The mission was complete, the documents recovered, and the city’s fragile calm preserved. Days passed, and YN pushed the encounter with Dazai to the back of their mind. They believed they had left him behind in that port, a fleeting figure from a fleeting night.
But they were wrong.
It began with small sightings—first at a diner near one of their agency’s hideouts, a quaint place where [name] often went to clear their mind. They walked in for a quiet moment, only to find Dazai, seated by the window, sipping his coffee as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes met theirs, and that familiar grin spread across his face.
The next time, it was at their ‘job’. [name] worked as a hired security operative for a private military company, and the sight of Dazai loitering near the building was more than unsettling. He didn’t approach them, but his presence was a constant reminder that he was watching.
The evening air felt heavy as [name] returned home from a long shift, exhaustion pulling at their every step. They hadn’t noticed the lingering presence outside, the demon in the shadows, waiting. The lock clicked into place behind them as they shut the door, and for a moment, they stood still, listening. No footsteps followed. The silence was almost comforting.
They kicked off their shoes, fingers absently unbuttoning their dress shirt, craving nothing more than the solace of the couch. As they sank into it, something caught their eye—an envelope, placed conspicuously on the coffee table. A surge of unease rippled through their tired mind, heart beginning to race as they reached for the envelope, fingers brushing the edge of the paper with caution. Slowly, they opened it, their eyes scanning the contents.
‘THIS IS A REALLY NICE PLACE YOU’VE GOT HERE! MIND IF I MOVE IN? I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS SILLY NOTE! I MIGHT’VE STOLEN SOME DOCUMENTS AND IMPORTANT FILES FROM YOUR OFFICE, SORRY, AGENT [NAME]~!’
A low groan of frustration escaped their lips as they crumpled the note and tossed it into the garbage. [name] rubbed their temples, too drained to deal with the antics of a certain mafioso tonight. Just as they tried to let the tension slip away, they caught sight of something—someone—standing on the balcony.
Their heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, they reached for their gun, gripping it tightly as they cautiously approached the window. They slid it open with precision, never taking their eyes off the figure leaning against the railing. "You’re persistent," [name] said, gun ready but posture steady.
The man on the balcony didn’t seem fazed by the weapon. Dazai Osamu smiled as if this were all part of a game. "And you’re elusive," he countered, voice light and carefree. But there was something beneath that tone, something deeper, lurking behind the casual amusement in his gaze. "I like people who don’t give themselves away so easily."
[name] sighed, lowering the gun but keeping it in hand. Arms crossed, they met his eyes with thinly veiled exasperation. "What do you want, Dazai?"
He tilted his head slightly, as though considering the question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I’ve been trying to figure that out. You’re… interesting. And I’m rarely interested in anyone."
"Flattering," [name] muttered, voice laced with sarcasm as their patience wore thin. "But I’ve got work to do."
Dazai’s expression shifted, his grin softening, but his presence growing more intense as he stepped closer. "I know," he said quietly. "That’s what makes this so fun. You, with your little secrets and dangerous missions… I can’t help but want to unravel it all."
"You can’t follow me forever," [name] warned, voice quieter now, each word a warning laced with resolve.
Dazai’s smile softened further, almost genuine. "Maybe not," he agreed, his voice low, "but I can follow you for a little while longer.”
“Get the hell out of my apartment,” [name] snapped, their voice sharp as they levelled the gun at Dazai. The cold metal clicked audibly as they cocked it, a clear threat in the air. They pointed toward the door, eyes hard and unyielding. “Do it now, or I'll shoot you.”
Dazai’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it widened, his eyes gleaming with that same unsettling amusement, as if the threat didn’t faze him in the slightest. He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his body remained relaxed, nonchalant, as though he were in complete control of the situation.
“Shoot me?” he mused, voice light but laced with something darker. “Now, now, Agent [name] that seems a bit extreme, doesn’t it?”
“You think I’m joking?” [name] growled, finger hovering dangerously over the trigger.
Dazai took a step closer, completely unbothered by the barrel pointed at him. His voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes locking with theirs. “No, I don’t. That’s what makes this so exciting.”
There was a tension in the room now, thick and palpable. [name] held their ground, but Dazai’s calmness, his lack of fear—it was disarming. He was playing a game they weren’t sure they could win.
“Get out.” [name] demanded, not lowering the gun but sensing this encounter was only going to spiral deeper.
Dazai’s smile softened just a touch, his tone almost genuine. “Nope~!”
“You’re testing my patience,” [name] warned, heart pounding but steady, still aiming squarely at his chest.
“Good,” Dazai murmured, stepping back toward the balcony door. “I like it when people have limits. It gives me something to push.”
With a final glance, he gave them a playful wink. “Until next time, Agent.” Then, as quickly and casually as he had appeared, Dazai slipped out, leaving the tension in the room behind him like a lingering shadow.
[name] stood still, their gun still raised, breaths coming in heavy. The sense of danger hadn’t left—it was only a matter of time before he returned.
additional author notes : ending kinda sucked ass again smh..
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