#breaking my silence to yell about chuuya

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#vee this is for you #i've only ever posted like 3 things on this blog in like 9 years of services #breaking my silence to yell about chuuya #yes it's related to all the recent takes about where Chuuya belongs #because all of them have great points but also none of them make sense #which makes me anxious to know if Asagiri has a better idea of where he is going or if #you know #because there's an option that doesn't require to make a decision at all about where he ends up or what's fulfilling for his character #and I don't want that #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #apparently i talk sometimes

[lokabrenna-writes]

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

(Remember how I said I don’t write romance? Guess there’s a first time of everything •v•)

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

They have matching rings they got from the arcade and wore them all the time until they eventually broke. The rings were bound to break eventually considering how many battles they had been through, but they didn’t break during a battle. The duo were arguing about who knows what for the millionth time and the rings just snapped. They looked down at the pieces of plastic that had hit the floor in silence for a few minutes. (“If Chuuya wanted a divorce he could’ve just said so.” “Shut up and go win us new ones.”)

They both have specific items they steal from each other whenever they’re going to be separated for some time (separate missions, hospital stays, etc.). Chuuya will steal Dazai’s black hoodie that has what looks like lightning strike decals on the sides of the sleeves. Dazai will steal Chuuya’s white blanket that has what is supposed to be a slug and a mackerel messily stitched in one of the corners from when Chuuya was first learning how to embroider. They always make sure to return it without the other noticing when they get back from wherever they were so the item will smell like the other when it’s time for the duo to be separated again. Of course, both know the other takes said items, but neither say anything.

They paint each other’s nails every now and then. Black is they’re default color but they’ve also tried various nude/pink shades, blues, reds, and some glitters.

They’ve both attempted eyeliner (liquid and pencil) and failed. Both ended up with the liner all over their eyelids, but that didn’t stop either of them from laughing at the other.

They were each other’s first kiss. It was 2 in the morning and they were watching a movie. Since they can never agree on what to watch, they have a bowl with random numbers in it and whichever number is pulled is what they type in on the tv. Tonight some romance movie had been selected. Neither were particularly interested but they watched anyways (mainly to see whose movie plot prediction was right). Chuuya was growing sleepy towards the end. Sleep never came easy to Dazai so he let his mind wonder why the kiss scene at the end was always made out to be this grand moment. He turned to Chuuya who had laid his head to rest on his shoulder. He tucked his finger under Chuuya’s chin to tilt his head up and connected their lips. It was quick, not nearly as drawn out as the one playing on the screen. Yes, they both liked dramatics but it’s important to not over do it. They both hummed as they broke apart. It was pleasant, but it was not firework worthy as the movies had made it seem. Chuuya rested his head again, this time in the crook of Dazai’s neck rather than the edge of his shoulder before saying “Next time put some chapstick on. Get the strawberry one.”

Dazai finds children to be annoying, but he doesn’t exactly like or dislike them. Chuuya adores children and finds them to be endearing. To Dazai, there is very little in this world that can make him laugh as children falling. He's not necessarily laughing because the child may or may not be hurt, but more so at the face they make when they're processing what happened and then start crying. Chuuya yells at him despite this explanation.

The first and last time they said "I love you" was the night Dazai left. Before placing the bomb under Chuuya's car, Dazai had used his spare key to enter Chuuya's apartment to take his car keys. An extra precaution to ensure Chuuya wasn't caught in the explosion. He was supposed to be in and out, but he couldn't resist checking on Chuuya one last time. He peeked into the bedroom to find Chuuya already fast asleep. He walked over and watched him for a bit, knowing it would be a long time before he would be able to do so again in peace. He reached in his pocket and applied the strawberry chapstick to his lips before leaning down to connect their lips. Chuuya stirred at the contact and even though he cracked his eyes open, it was clear his mind was still very much asleep. Dazai pulled back after a few seconds and placed the chapstick along with his spare apartment key on Chuuya's bedside table. He briefly debated on leave a note before deciding he had already been in the apartment for too long. The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like Chuuya knew of his departure beforehand. "I love you," Dazai said in a quiet voice. It took more in him to actually get the words out then he cares to admit. "I love you so much. Forgive me for what I'm about to do, especially to your car, but this is for the best." These words came out more broken then he intended, but he hopes he got his point across. "I love you too," Chuuya mumbled out, eyes shut and snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dazai would come to cherish the moment the second he stepped out of the apartment. Chuuya does not remember it, but believed those three words to have been merely apart of his dream.

#I have more but this is more of a test post to see if anyone is interested or not :) #bsd #bsd anime #soukoku #dachuu #dazai x chuuya #port mafia dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #port mafia #headcanon #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd skk #skk headcanons #soukoku headcanons

[star-centric]

I'm glad to hear you liked the older Nakahara prompt I sent! Hope you don't mind if I send another, I really like this idea as well. I was thinking of the aftermath of Chuuya learning about his siblings' amnesia and thought what if: Dazai got attached to Chuuya's sibling during the time they were together the same way he started to care for Oda and Ango in the future, basically genuinely seeing them as an older sibling. So now, he's constantly bickering back and forth with Chuuya (not that it's any different from Canon) like brothers and arguing over who's the favorite little brother. I say this because Chuuya's sibling would probably start to see him as a younger brother again, but in a sort of "I already have one baby brother, what's one more?" Type of way. They don't remember that he's their actual brother and think he's mistaken them for his actual sibling. They still think Dazai is their brother. I mean this in a funny way. They complain to Kouyou all the time about their "Little brothers who are constantly fighting"

CHARACTERS: Chuuya Nakahara and Older Sibling!Reader

NOTE: I guess this would count as a “sequel” (?) to this post, but that part doesn’t need to be read to understand this!

CW: strictly platonic/familial relationship, fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint but it’s barely noticeable, mild language

“What am I going to do Kouyou?”

“I don’t think there is anything you could do.”

You sighed, already tempted to let your head fall on the table. You felt annoyed, confused, and more importantly- tired. Even when they weren’t around, you could still hear their arguments in your head.

You knew that Dazai and Chuuya had…friction between them. It wasn’t weird that they argue- you just didn’t think it would happen so much. It was tolerable at first, but now it’s getting to the point that you’re wondering what you did to deserve this. They may be two of the deadliest assets to the Port Mafia, but they’re still kids- and your little brothers.

“I mean, their fights don’t even make sense half of the time!” You whined. “I know that they’re teens and it’s bound to happen, but every single day? Don’t I deserve a break from this madness too?”

All Kouyou could do is chuckle and sip on her tea. You wish you could be relaxed like she was, even if she was being entertained by your pain at the moment.

“Of course you do- but I don’t think there’s any way for them to get along willingly outside of missions.”

“They can’t even get along during missions.” Which was true. The mission would be complete and you would come back with what was needed, but Dazai and Chuuya would still bump heads. Sometimes you wondered if your targets were grateful that they would be unconscious if it meant not having to listen to literal teens argue about whatever- you were a little jealous.

“They don’t realize how similar they are to each other- same with their goals revolving around you.”

“Which would be what?”

Kouyou was about to answer when you both heard a smash. Then yelling that was indiscernible at first until-

“See? That’s why I’m the favorite brother!”

“Like hell you are- you’re not even their brother!”

“That’s not what they think.”

You groaned while Kouyou watched on Dazai and Chuuya walked in, glaring at one another.

“Seems like that’s my cue to leave.”

“Wait Kouyou please-“

“I’ll stop by another time when you won’t be so…preoccupied. Have fun!” And with that, she walked off, heels clicking down the hall even with the growing yelling nearing your ears.

Dazai and Chuuya were already at each others throat, ready to hurl out more insults when you finally had enough.

You placed a hand on top of their hands, instantly silencing them.

If you didn’t care for them, you would probably both have them on the floor writhing in pain, showing the same mercy that you showed your enemies- which was none.

But you really did care for them- both of them.

“Hey, didn’t I say you two need to start being nicer to each other?”

“You can’t expect me to be nice to that dog-“

“And you can’t expect me to be nice to that bastard!”

You sighed- don’t know why you expected a different outcome.

“You’re both my favorites- so can you please stop now?”

You ruffled their locks, hearing them grumble under their breaths. You rolled your eyes- they can be so dramatic.

“You’re both my brothers, and nothing is going to change that.”

Chuuya snuck away from your touch, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. You’ve both come a long way from your initial meeting, and while there were some rockiness in the beginning, your relationship had gotten significantly better.

You really did see Chuuya as a brother.

But every time you said that, he would always look so…sad. So defeated, so bitter.

“I’m going to report to the boss.”

He sucked his teeth and walked away, not giving you a chance to stop him.

You thought you messed up any chance of a bond at first, but he gravitated towards you like nothing- so what was the issue? Even with Dazai trying to grab your attention, you couldn’t shake off your worriness.

You would try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, but he would just play it off like it’s nothing. The way his eyes looked just now told you a different story.

It bothered you that you couldn’t decipher what was eating at him. Your head would throb in frustration the harder you tried to dived into it. It was like an itch that you couldn’t scratch, the one thing that would linger on your mind each day.

It was like you were forgetting something.

#writings.txts #bsd.txts #messages.txts #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #platonic x reader #platonic chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs reader insert #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara and reader #familial relationship #platonic relationship #platonic reader #chuuya and reader #dazai and reader

[evilkaeya]

Hi! I’m not sure how long ago you posted the ADA Chuuya head canon post, or if you’ve lost interest, but in the tags you mentioned you have more to say but felt it was too long! I’d love to hear more if you want

Help I'm only seeing this now I'm sorry 😭 anyways more ada Chuuya hcs you say?? Hold my beer

> First time Chuuya uses corruption in front of the agency a part of his mind thinks, "That's it. They're going to be terrified of me now," only to be proven very wrong when he wakes up. The first person he sees is Dazai, which isn't new, Dazai has always been there after he woke up. Holding a mirror most of the time and saying, "Look what I drew on your face while you slept."

Then he blinks awake fully and he's surrounded by worried faces. Not scared, not curious but worried and when he sits up, they change to relief. Chuuya isn't sure what to do with the sudden burst of warmth spreading in his chest.

Atsushi is the first to leap at him. He hugs him, telling him how worried he has been. Kunikida pulls him away (you're crushing his ribs Atsushi) and sits next to Chuuya on the bed, patting his shoulder. Fukuzawa simply puts a hand on his head and Chuuya almost breaks down. He takes a pillow from behind him and buries his face into it. (This is how he manages his emotions. Everyone is used to it)

Ranpo, his partner, remains silently glaring at Chuuya until their eyes meet and Ranpo pinches his cheek. Hard. "Don't do that again!" He yells and says how he knew Chuuya had a bigger weapon up his sleeve that could cost his life but he didn't know it would be like this. Chuuya promises that he'd never use corruption unless Dazai is around.

For those who don't know why Ranpo is Chuuya's partner, here.

> For the 2-3 days he stays at the hospital, Kyouka leaves her bunny plushie with him so that he won't feel lonely. Yosano comes to check up on him the most, asking him if he feels okay. Chuuya tells her that he's used to it. He didn't get treatment like this in pm and he survived just fine. Sad eyes stare at him. "You shouldn't be used to it. You were a kid." Chuuya is once again filled with painful emotions he doesn't know what to do with.

> Moving on from corruption, Yosano and Chuuya are best friends !! If you go to the beauty salon Sunday morning you'll see them getting manicure and pedicure together, face masks on their face as they gossip about the latest rumors.

> Tanizaki oftens offers Chuuya his hairclips when he sees him struggling with his hair while working.

> Friday night is agency movie night !! They all gather at Chuuya's place to watch a movie together. They never let Dazai pick the movie despite how much he whines and cries.

> The movie nights always end in a cuddle pile. No matter how hard he tries, Chuuya can't hide the smile on his face when he wakes up to everyone's sleeping face the morning after. He carefully gets out of bed and goes to make breakfast for everyone. Dazai joins him minutes later. He hugs him from behind, and they share a little moment together in comforting silence.

> Basically Chuuya is surrounded by the love of his family all day every day and he's happier than he's ever been.

#someone stop me before I start writing a fic #I'm so weak when it comes to ada chuuya #i just want him to be happy and safe and cherished #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd ranpo #bsd yosano #bsd tanizaki #armed detective agency #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #ada chuuya #sai answers

[himimosa]

how they cry

nakajima atsushi, akutagawa ryunosuke, nakahara chuuya, dazai osamu

Nakajima Atsushi

- My baby boy cries a lot

- He cries at movies, he cries when he is in pain, he cries whenever he feels like a failure...

- It's a heart-breaking sight to see no matter how many times you have seen it.

- He doesn't try to silence his sobs and sniffles. He just lets it go... And he is a loud crier. He will scream if he is in pain, he will blame himself if he failed at something.

- He shakes violently, he takes deep breaths between his screams or self hated words... He might pull himself into a fetal position, it is comforting in a way, feeling small like that...

- After he cries, he is not very good at hiding it. Other than his bloodshot eyes and pale face, you can sense his lack of energy. You might ask him what's wrong and if he trusts you, he would like to tell...

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

- He doesn't cry rarely... But Gin is usually the only person who can see when he is crying... He definitely won't cry at his work and with people who he wants to look strong...

- He cries when he is angry, angry towards the world, angry towards Dazai, but mostly angry towards himself...

- It will start slowly, a lip quiver at first. He will bite it, and try to stop it But when he can't hold it anymore, it will come out as yellings and havoc. He will destroy the room he is in. If there weren't lines of tears on his face, you could think he was just angry.

- When he gets a little calmer, he will sit somewhere, and cry until he lets it all out. He will silence his sobs and breathings with a hand on his mouth because he know his sister is standing right behind the door

-He sleeps after he cries like this because it tires him out mentally. And after sleep, he can go anywhere without having to worry about people might understand he cried.

Nakahara Chuuya

- Rarest one to cry. He is almost never that intimate. There are emotions he can't control like his anger. But he can control his sadness and tears

- He only cries for his dead comrades and very rarely for his distress.

- It's very sudden. There are not many signs like red eye/nose, sniffs, or hiccups, only silent sobs rock his body. If he hid his face behind his hands, it would almost seem like he is laughing. But he doesn't... He just sits there when tears go down. Sometimes he feels less human because of his lack of crying and tears..

-It is not possible to say he cried after he is done. His face would be stern as usual, only people like Dazai or Koyou would be able to notice the light redness under his eyes to tell he cried.

Dazai Osamu

- This man can become terrifying when he is acting to get what he wants, so he would be the easiest choice if you want to manipulate someone with tears

- He also sometimes sheds very "fake" tears on Kunikida when he doesn't want to work. Anybody can see through these, it is not like he is trying to be convincing either

- But when he truly cries? Now that's something rare to see. Because Dazai doesn't cry when he has people beside him, he cries when he is alone. Usually right before bed... When he couldn't banish the demons inside his head, everything starts to feel too much...

- If he lays on the bed, he will cover his eyes with one arm. He isn't a loud one, but it's not quiet either. Faint sobs and shaky pantings could be heard. If it's worse, it could look like he is having a panic attack

- He cries until he feels completely numb or falls asleep cause of exhaustion. But no one would be able to understand that he cried the other day. He is so good at hiding and pretending after all...

p.s: this is how to prepare for the chapter 110

also thanks for all your likes and comments!

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons #bsd angst #nakajima atsushi #atsushi #atsushi angst #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa angst #nakahara chuuya #chuuya #chuuya angst #chuuya headcanons #chuuya hcs #dazai osamu #dazai #dazai angst #dazai headcanons #dazai hcs

[dispair0]

… “Like real people do.” …

An UNFINISHED soukoku short

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I could not ask you, neither could you

Dazai always wanted to question more about Chuuya’s power, and yet never felt as if it was right. Who was he to question something the one that possessed didnt? It was as if asking a bird why it sang, a cheetah why it ran. Chuuya was a person, despite being from a different organization he was still a person, a person with thoughts, feelings, and even instincts. One of which was to fight. Fought he did. He fought with Dazai as if he had knew him for years, and yet they had just met, and had just fought together for the first. Should I ask or let it be? He would question himself as he watched the ginger open another bottle of wine in a minor celebration. A toast to their first fight, defeating their first opponent.

“Aww Chuchu, enjoying that wine?~” Dazai would purr, nudging the shorter’s side as an attempt to mess with him. As planned, the wine that the other was attempting to pour spilt onto the wooden table, before it became noticed. “You idiot!” The ginger immediately cried, as he jumped back, to avoid wine from being dripped on his beloved jeans. Despite the thousands of stains already on them. “Oh come on, Chuuya! Can’t a sheep member handle a few spills?” Dazai would tease, leaning his tall lanky figure up against the shorter’s side. “Does a mafia member like you ever remember to shut up once in your life?” “Don’t be so mean now! You’ll break my heart.” Chuuya scoffs. “I’m sure a pain like you can handle it.” Dazai smiles at Chuuya before sighing, still leaning his weight against the other.

“What is it?” The ginger raises his left brow, wondering what was storming in that mind of Dazai’s. Was it something stupid? (Probably was.) or was it something actually interesting for once? “Hm.. it’s just, how far you’ve come, as a person.” Dazai would look back up, and towards the offish white walls of the shipping container he called home. “I know we’ve just met, but you- I mean damn, you lost your only friends, and you only cried once, that takes.. guts.” Chuuya clenches his jaw for a moment, before speaking up. “How do you know I only cried once?”

Dazai can’t help but laugh, “Of course you didn’t just cry once, nobody cries once when something like that happens.” “You act as if it has happened to you.” Silence filled the air, and Chuuya turned his head towards the back of Dazai’s head, noticing how he could see light parts of his bandages. “I’m sorry, I should’ve.. thought before I spoke.” Chuuya responded, looking away as he tucked his hands into his hoodie pouch. “It’s fine.. I’m over it by now.” “If you were over it you wouldn’t be so quiet, I may be a total jerk, but I know how people act. If you were “over” it, you wouldn’t have acted the way you did.” Dazai laughs. “You sound like you actually care.” Chuuya looks at the executive falling silent. The brunette was now facing him, a small smile on his face. “Your worriness weighs out your height!” As if they hadn’t just had a “meaningful” conversation, the executive immediately went back to his annoyingly joyful attitude. “Don’t just change the subject! Lay off of my height, I’m just 15!” Chuuya yelled, making aggressive gestures with his hands. Ignoring him, the Executive put on a laidback voice and kept commenting on his shortness, and how he should really put more meat in his diet. “Clean up this wine you spilt!” Dazai gushes and places his hand on his chest. “But why blame me, it was you who moved it, o’ mister butterfingers!”

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I will not ask you, neither should you

Chuuya never thought he would ever say that he missed Dazai once he left the Mafia. He opened a rich bottle of Petrus 1889 the day his partner left him, and yet it wasn’t out of happiness, but more so out of pity to comfort himself. He felt upset, and he couldn’t quite understand why or what made him feel this way. Dazai had always been a pain in his head, yet after a while he kinda enjoyed that. He enjoyed having a small tick chew at his scalp once and a while. It made him.. feel normal. Now he sat at his overrun desk, a whole bottle of wine clasped in his gloved hand as he drew a sip from it. His phone faced down as he ignored the buzzing of incoming calls and the sound of messages flooding. He lays his head down against the desk, tired of the bittersweet feeling in his chest. He loves Dazai, he just didn’t understand how or why he did, was it out of their side by side partnership? Was it because their boss had always put them together? What was that annoying thing he always said.. A Diamond can only polish another Diamond. If that was the case then what would to the unpolished Diamond, would it become ignored and unnoticed? Getting buried under debris as feet trample over it, not noticing it’s worthy? If that was the case, would Chuuya die alone, getting buried with the past memories of his once shining diamond? As if he knew.. he wasn’t the one to leave, so he wouldn’t be to blame, but instead the abandoner would. Osamu would rust and eventually come crawling back to be polished. The newly executive knew so.. there was no other explanation.

Dazai couldn’t help but feel a small pang in his chest as he clasped the makeshift bomb onto the bottom of Chuuya’s car. The Ginger’s car was rusted, and beat up from the years of abuse. There wasn’t an actual reason why he was doing this, he just kinda felt like it. He felt as if blowing up the new executive’s car would give him one last middle finger to the mafia. It wasn’t exactly directed towards Chuuya as a whole, but it was funnier this way. Blowing up his friend’s car had never been on his bucket list, but it was now on his top priorities. Dazai backs away, looking at the bomb that was strapped onto the bottom of the car. He prays that the bomb he grabbed wasn’t a deadbeat. It’s not like he knew how to make a bomb, so before he left the mafia he stole a bomb. He had been planning this for a while, if he ever left the mafia he was going to destroy or ruin something. He just never knew how, then it dawned on him. Bombs were easy, and did enough damage to get the point across. They were.. perfect. He had planned on being a better person, but technically he wasn’t hurting anyone or anything but the car. Besides, if Odasaku knew, he’d laugh. So he technically wasn’t doing that much of harm.

Dazai looks at the car before taking a deep breath, he takes out the trigger, before sitting down behind a wooden bench. Of course it wasn’t the best protection, but if he did get injured it would just become another laugh. Dazai stared at the switch in his hand as if he was a villian of a comic book. If he did blow up the car, would Chuuya know it was him? It’s not like Dazai cared, if the ginger knew, but it more than likely would affect their relationship a bit more than he wanted it to. The bandaged man would shake his head. If anything did happen, it wouldn’t change much. They weren’t going to be friends due to him leaving anyways, why would he try to keep that stable. The man would draw a deep, shallow breath before he flipped the trigger.

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Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

Once Osamu found himself partnering with Chuuya again, he could feel his chest ache. The one thing that didn’t make sense to him was the fact that he didn’t know what the feeling was. Yes, he had missed the ginger, and his nasty remarks and snarls. But had he really missed it that much? He knew he had felt this emotion before, and that was with the passing of Oda. A person that meant more than anything. But was Chuuya worth that much as well? Dazai didn’t want to think about comparing the two men, especially considering that they were quite different from each-other. And yet, here he stood, his right hand in a cast, resting in a sling. Chuuya was quite different, his ginger hair long, and put off to the side of his shoulder, he wore much more expensive clothes now, a ironed button down, with a black overcoat that hung off of his shoulders and down his waist. Deep down Dazai knew that this was the same man, with the short shabby hair and stained clothes, but still he couldn’t help but feel like an entirely new person stood by his side.

#Spotify

[daydreamalley]

bsd season 5 ep10 rambling

Episode 10 was so amazing! Like, even just the music, the whispering chants when Fyodor was trying to manipulate Sigma, the way all the music kicks in when Sigma touches Fyodor and One Order is activated, how it builds but then breaks into silence when Dazai gets “shot” in the head for the lead into the finale. Then much more ominous, war-drum music starts to play at the very end.

This episode was also just so brutal. Hearing Fyodor’s screams as he pretends to have a mental breakdown and then how young he looked, Atsushi’s screams as he has is limbs torn off, how quickly Fyodor just kicks Sigma in the fucking face, how abruptly Chuuya shoots Dazai in the shoulder, like with no hesitation, no sigh from Dazai like in the manga, and how pained Dazai sounded, like the way his voice almost broke on the pain when he yelled at Chuuya for shooting him in the shoulder.

Also Sigma bringing a gun to a knife fight and still losing against Fyodor is never not gonna be funny to me. But they did such a good job with all the Sigma and Fyodor stuff in my opinion, and I was really worried about that cuz like this is important stuff.

Don’t know how I feel about some of the changes to Dazai’s lines and lack of lines

Nearly had a heart attack when they started to include 110. But the way Aya’s father has made her feel like such a failure, but Bram has been trying to console her and make it clear that it isn’t her fault that this is happening or that it isn’t working out, it’s simply the way things are sometimes, is so good.

Also maybe stupid but I don’t really think that was Chuuya shooting Dazai several more times. It almost looked to me like a glitch in Fyodor’s feed of Dazai body. No more holes in the wall or seemingly Dazai show up. I think it was just a dramatic echo. It wouldn’t make any sense for Chuuya to shoot him more. Weren’t his orders. And Dazai only twitches twice for the 5 gunshots heard.

Kinda worried about what the next chapter releases will look like. Like, one episode this season on average has adapted about 3 chapters I feel like, and ep10 did 4, so if we have a completely anime only ep next week that the manga has to then adapt, I’m worried it’ll be a couple months/couple chapters until we get to new content. Honestly don’t know how any of this will work, so that’s fun. Totally not losing my mind.

#I am just so not okay right now #I have so much concern #I'm so worried #like don't mind me gonna go find a cliff to jump off of for next week #amazing episode though #Still wanna know where Yosano and Kyoka are someday #also wonder if perhaps Natsume will come into any of this somehow? #bsd spoilers #my ramblings #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd episode 60 #bungou stray dogs

[silverbladexyz]

Ship your mutuals gogogo

I tried my best ;w;

@pixyys x Lippmann: PLEASE this couple is so cute and sweet! Lippmann is perfectly happy to do all the talking, and since he’s rich he’ll definitely buy her nice things that are the top quality. Also he is very good at comforting people, and his hugs and kisses are top-tier 💖

@the-mourning-stars x Chuuya: He’s one of the most loyal people in the entire universe. Definitely is soft and caring around them, and always sticks by their side when they are stressed or sad. Chuuya definitely takes them out on motorcycle rides at midnight, and shares his expensive wines with them

@i-just-like-goats x Midoriya: A chill and sweet couple <3 Midoriya doesn’t mind being in comfortable silence with her, and he also isn’t afraid to start conversations. Will remind her to take breaks and overall is very encouraging and caring. GIVE HIM A LOT OF HUGS PLEASE 💞💕

@fi-nn-losofia x Rimbaud: I love this pair sm. Rimbaud is a sweetheart and would always ask them how their day went. Would teach them French and self defence, and is actually quite patient. He’d do anything for them if it meant making them happy 💘

@pianotross x Pianoman: Hyper x chill. Pianoman would love doing their hobbies with them, and would listen to anything they say. His massages are top tier, as well as his attractiveness ;)

@ashthemadwriter x Dazai: A very fun and loving couple. Dazai never fails to keep her entertained, and he knows exactly how to treat her: like a queen. He is also well-versed in advice, and he would actually stop flirting with other women because Ash is the one he needs <3

@chuuyasboner x Chuuya: It says it in his username. But Chuuya would protect him and even teach him some martial arts. Definitely loves spending time with him while drinking some wine, perhaps even listening to some sick music too. Pat his head.

@angolicious x Iceman: Okay but like the vibes are just 🔥🔥🔥. Iceman loves listening to her talk about anything, and he would never judge her for her interests. His love language is acts of service, and would never be tired of helping her whenever she needs help. Doesn’t mind whatever they are doing, as long as he gets to spend time with her 💗

@nekokinax x Fyodor: An elegant couple. Fyodor loves and cares for her in his own unique way, and would always listen to her speak. Plays the cello for her and teaches her chess. Fyodor would hug her to his chest and stroke her hair to comfort her, while whispering sweet words in Russian that sound lovely with his accent

@scarletta-ruan x Sigma: Sigma is a gentle lover, and always puts her happiness first. Takes her to the casino and teaches her how to play some card games, or bakes her some cookies and chills with her in his office. He would always comfort her whenever she’s stressed, and he gives lavender-scented hugs 💜

@yuugen-benni x Tanizaki: A sweet and loving couple. Tanizaki loves to take care of her, and often brings her out to fun places for dates. Also likes listening to her spill all the juicy tea because he doesn’t really keep up with the recent gossip. Would never ever leave her side or betray her

@dazaiyohane x Atsushi: A cinnamon roll. He would show his love for her in many different ways, and always tries his best to comfort her. Never yells or judges, and just genuinely wants the best for her 💓

@yosanosboner x Yosano: Power couple. Yosano would not hesitate to beat the hell out of anyone who hurts her, even if they were stronger than herself. It’s a very passionate love, one that cannot be easily broken. Yosano gives her the best treatment in the house, and always makes sure that she is perfectly happy and healthy

#silverbladexyz #ship your mutuals #i tried ;-;

[knockyasocksoff2022]

More Than You Know \\ soukoku

Chapter III: Chuuya, Shirase & Yuan

POV: Chuuya

(470 words)

I'm left to stare at the school's imposing marble wall, as the wind turns bitter cold, whipping my hair into my eyes, I realise something: he called me Chuuya.

Chuuya, my given name.

Not Chibi, or Chibiko, or slug, or hat rack or dog, just plain Chuuya.

Why does it feel so weird? It's only my name, I hear it all the time. Why is this different, just because he—

Someone grabs me, wrapping their arm around my waist. Before I can think I've stepped aside and knocked them onto their ass. 

"Hey, what the hell man! It's just us! Cool it!" I recognise the voice as Shirase, my friend from junior high. Oh, that means . . .

I turn and meet the sight of bright pink hair. Yuan. She looks a bit shaken and huffs in annoyance when she meets my gaze. "Sorry."

"It's fine." I help her up and I can see that I'm forgiven. Being from the slums we all have our fighting instincts turned on.

"What did he want? We saw you talking as we were coming up the street." she sounds almost acustaory as if it's my fault that Mori was there.

"Never mind that you shouldn't hang out with him." Shiraz's hurries ahead, sounding almost angry.

I don't know what to say so I don't say anything, none of us do. The silence is ominous and my mind quickly fills with thoughts dissecting Mori's words. Desperate to push them away, I break the silence.

"This is such a drag! It's Friday, let's go to the arcade!" The words sound comically light coming out of my mouth, they feel like they belong to someone else. I've never liked lying, and I don't want to go to the arcade, but I can't get that stupid Mackerel out of my head, so, so be it.

The arcade is fun, as usual I kick Shirase's ass while Yuan snacks on crisps and watches.

By the time we're done, it's dark out, and I know Kouyou will probably yell at us but it was worth it, because Mori is completely out of my mind now. I won a huge fish plushie, I didn't even want a prize, it's so stupid, I don't even know why I picked it, because now I'm gonna have to lug it all the way home . . . In the rain.

Apparently while we were having fun we didn't notice it was starting to pour. We run through the rain like we're in some stupid movie all the way home.

When I get home, my soaked state seems to grant me some reprieve from Kouyou because she offers me tea and a towel and says nothing else. She looks worried, but I don't ask about it for fear she'll change her mind about punishing me.

I gulp down my tea, take a hot shower and fall into bed.

#More Than You Know // soukoku #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku fic #soukoku angst

[kittydripuwu]

Hey can I request for Bsd Boys headcannon :dazai, chuuya, and akutagawa reacting seeing their s/o flinch after they almost snapped out of anger at them (s/o can be gender neutral or female)

hihi! hope this is okay <3 enjoy!

dazai, chuuya and akutagawa (+fyodor) seeing their s/o flinch hcs

words - 962

warnings - swearing

genre - angsty fluff hcs

note - yes ik fyodor wasn't requested but i felt like adding him

dazai osamu

- argument stems probably from you hanging out with chuuya or someone really pissing him off

- very manipulative during arguments, will almost never be reasonable whether its something you did or not

- dazai's not one to show much emotion in the first place so he wouldn't really show you how mad he actually is

- but eventually he will go off if he lingers on it for too long

- will start off by talking with an angry tone but eventually will escalate to yelling

- this will scare you and make you flinch considering that you've never really seen him this mad

- will see you flinch and instantly stop yelling at you

- realises that hes gone too far instantly

- he'll apologise calmly and forget whatever he was angry about in the first place because man like he scared of losing you

- you are like EVERYTHING to him like u are his reason to live so please just forgive this man hes trying his best to be a better person

- will keep apologizing until he feels you've finally forgiven him (even tho u did when he first apologised)

- makes it up to you by cuddles or stargazing with him ( please i see dazai as the type of person to just stargaze for hours like idk why but it makes sense to me??)

- he'll hold you close and tell you sweet lil things like "i love you" "you know i would never hurt you"

- WILL make u promise to never leave him because man this got hiM SCARED like hes fucking scared of people just leaving him when he gets too close

- so please, reassure him that this was nothing to you and that it's okay, it was just a small argument (even tho it wasnt that small)

- but ya overall expect good cuddles and hugs after, as an apology

- and kisses like everywhere

chuuya nakahara

- oh boy

- we know this man has some anger issues

- idk what he would possibly get mad about but tbh it probably wouldnt be anything related to you

- will probably start ranting about someone that made him mad at work or overall just something really small that pissed him off

- very short tempered (haha short)

- you let him yell for a good while because you know he needs to let some sort of anger out

- but it will get scary shortly after he starts he kinda just goes nuts

- no self control when hes angry

- he wont even realise the look on ur face

- ur scared, admit it

- he may be short but hes SCARY when mad

- anyways

- when he sees you flinch  tho, dead silence in the room

- he goes QUIET which is rare for chuuya yes

- the one thing hes very afraid of is hurting you, he would never want to hurt you in anyway

- will give you the biggest hug

- tells you he loves you and hes sorry

- reassures you that he would never wanna hurt you or make you scared of him

- pls he loves you so much

- wont let go of you for the REST OF THE NIGHT

- he needs to make sure you know that you're safe in his arms

akutagawa ryunosuke

- um this boy is just ANGRY always

- would probably get mad cause of atsushi being praised by dazai

- "why him"

- please hes been through so much oh my god this man

- dazai wtf how could u hurt this poor boi

- ANYWAYS

- yeah he'll be really fucking heated and just fucking yell and threaten to kill anyone around him (if theres anyone else there apart from you)

- bye this is awful but i feel like he would accidentally activate his rashomoun and break something -

- so ya when he sees you flinch for the first time, i feel like he wouldn't really thing anything of it until he sees you do it again a couple of times

- he'll stop yelling and talking in general

- he wouldn't really know what to say or do tbh

- but will apologise

- will get sad cause he didn't wanna make u scared of him

- like yes he wants people to fear him but hello?? not you omg ur special to him <3

- will probably walk away for like an hour and keep to himself until he's ready to properly apologise to you

- will then give you a hug and let you sleep in his arms

- i dont see aku as being very physically affectionate but yeah dw you'll get ur well deserved cuddles <3

fyodor dostoevsky

- tbh i wouldnt put it past nikolai to piss him off LMAO like he would fully annoy him SO much

- but its okay cuz we love niko <3

- sorry but i cannot see this man yelling

- hes just so calm?

- and collected?

- how -

- anyways

- so hard to read like you have no clue what hes thinking like EVER?

- but you can tell hes mad when his eyes go all dark and he talks like SUPER calmly with 0 emotion in his voice

- he'll scare you

- i mean who wouldn't be scared of him

- you'd probably flinch from just the way he talks so fucking CALMLY

- like how? is? he? so? calm? yet? angry?

- oh boy he would def feel bad for going all scary on you

- "im sorry, milaya" (darling)

- he would say that so calmly aswell-

- would give you a forehead kiss and light hug and go to his lil work room for like 3 hours

- you will not see him until its time to sleep where he'll cuddle you and apologise again

- "i would never want to scare my little myshka" (mouse) he would say that to you as you fall asleep

- will give u so many forehead kisses PLZ

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya #dazai osamu #akutagawa #fyodor #bsd headcanons #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd imagines

[anomia-sama]

Akutagawa x Reader | Dark Chocolate

Pairing: Ryuunosuke Akutagawa x Reader

Warnings: Gender neutral reader (they/them), probably uncorrect english, curses, verbal aggression. 

Notes: Nobody asked for it, this Headcanon is just my way to wish you a happy St. Valentine’s Day, full of love, warmth and affection; even if you’re single, you deserve to celebrate love. Love for yourself, love for you significant others, love for your life! I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Small reminder: In Japanese tradition, only women give chocolates to men, but I wanted to write a more inclusive Headcanon, so I used Gender Neutral pronouns. There’s a huge difference between Honmei Choco and Giri Choco. The so-called Honmei choco (known as the "true feeling chocolate") is given by women to men whom they have romantic feelings for, like husbands, boyfriends or desired partners. It is a qualitatively better chocolate, and it’s generally quite expensive, but sometimes it can be home-made. The so-called Giri choco (known as "obligation chocolate") is given by women to male co-workers or friends, as a customary gift. It’s cheaper and less refined, but it’s a very apreciated symbol of respect and friendship.

◈ ━━━━━━━━  Headcanon ━━━━━━━━ ◈

Akutagawa is totally clueless about St. Valentine’s day. Seriously, he knows nothing about it! He has no idea of the cultural meanings of February 14th and he doesn’t know much about traditional gifts linked to this celebration.

First of all, he never had time to devote to such a nonsensical feast. And then, he never cared about useless things like romance and love. They’re like profanities to him. 

So, when he sees you offer him an elegant and refined dark red box full of assorted chocolate, he’s a bit confused. Like…what the hell are you doing, exactly? His deep and grey eyes sharpen in a frown, his cheek muscles unconsciously contract, but even in his confusion he looks so cute and adorable at your eyes.

He quietly stares at the box for almost five minutes, exploring every single detail of it, careful not to touch it. It’s a big and rectangular pack, he notices, closed with a thin ribbon, and he doesn’t imagine what it could contain.

It takes a while before Ryuunosuke finds the courage to look at you in the eyes and ask for clarifications. 

“What is it?”

Poor boy. It’s not his fault, he’s just a bit (a lot, actually) ignorant about certain things. 

He notices your bizarre and inexplicable look, that makes his gaze sharpen more and more by the second. His irises linger on your red cheeks, he can see how desperately you try to avoid eye contact and that makes him a little suspicious. Your entire body is shaking, it’s really a weird behavior…

“It’s a…gift. A Valentine’s gift, actually.” You try to explain, with trembling voice.

“A… what?”

Your heart beats so fast, in this moment. You don’t understand if the young man appreciates it or not, he just stands there, right in front of you, with a stern look and crossed arms. An unconquerable stronghold that turns your heart in dust every single time you’re in the same room. 

You don’t even know when you started being so attracted to him, nor when attraction became love. You really thought offer him Honmei Choco was the most natural way to express your feelings and confess to him. But…

“Chocolate, Akutagawa-san. Just chocolate.” You murmur, now embarrassed and quite in panic. You really don’t understand if he’s rejecting you or not.

Being in love with him is a daily challenge. Akutagawa is unpredictable, fierce, a broken soul… and, well, he totally lacks in social skills. You know it, you always knew it, but that doesn’t cushion the blow when it arrives.

“Are you trying to poison me or what?”

Oh god. Is he allergic or something? Does he hate chocolate? What did you do wrong?

Your eyes widen and you finally meet his gaze. He seems angry.

The truth is Akutagawa is not used to kindness. He doesn’t know what it means to receive a gift and something like pure and selfless love, so he just thinks the worst option is the most credible.

“N-No, Akutagawa-san, I could never…” 

“So is this because you failed your last mission? You really think you could corrupt me?”

His voice raises in a rough expression of anger, he makes you feel so small and defenseless. Ryuunosuke totally misunderstands your intentions, but you know you don’t deserve such a treatment, even if you love him and even if he’s your superior.

You put the box on his desk, firmly (because you’re upset, and you got the right to) but gently not to ruin it.

 “I don’t want to disrespect you, Akutagawa-san, you know, or at least you should know, how much I admire you. Think what you want about this gift, I let it here. Now excuse me, I have work to do.”

You get out of his office with fast pace, your eyes shining with tears you proudly don’t cry. 

At the door, you almost bump into Chuuya; the redhead was right there with a raised fist, ready to knock, but you barely notice him. You have rush to walk away.

“...The fuck happened?” He whsipers, following your silhouette with his eyes before enter Akutagawa’s office.

Obviously, the Port Mafia rabid dog has a terrible pout drawn on his face. He’s even more confused than he was before and now he even feels inexplicably weird. His chest is so heavy he’s not sure he can normally breath, his hands are closed in fists.

“Akutagawa.” Chuuya says. 

 “Chuuya-san.” The ravenette murmurs in response, looking at him and trying to mentally come back to his work. He has no time to think about these strange feelings, okay? He has no time to investigate why the hell he suddenly feels so bad.

“Here is a message from the Boss. He wants you to… wohoh! What do we have here?” The redhaired executive notices the box on Akutagawa’s desk and a sly smirk appears on his lips. He looks like knowing a thing or two.

“A box.” Akutagawa answers laconically. What kind of problem do they all have with boxes, today?!

“This is not just a box, man.” Chuuya seems quite intrigued and he delicately opens the box, peeking inside it. His ocean’s eyes widen a little and the older man whistles in appreciation. “My, my…”

“What?”  

“This is the most fucking expensive chocolate in town. The logo is unmistakable, it comes from a famous and refined bakery.” He explains, grinning while he crosses his arms. “From whom is it? I didn’t know you were such a successful Don Juan. No offense.”

Wait, a successful WHAT?!

Akutagawa’s pale cheeks are suddenly touched by a peach colored shade of pink but there’s something in his eyes that suggests Chuuya he not fully understand the situation. The two of them looks at each other for a while, the one with a perturbed expression, the other trying not to laugh. 

It’s Nakahara that breaks the silence: “Seriously, man. It’s St. Valentine’s Day, if you recieve such an expensive gift today, well... you know what it means, don’t you?” 

But, against Chuuya’s expectation, Ryuunosuke perseveres in his silence. The black-coated man starts feeling uncomfortable, realizing he truly has no idea of what the other executive is talking about and rapidly avoids his inquisitive gaze. Akutagawa is clueless, okay, but he’s not stupid at all. He perfectly understands he’s not perfect (someone in his past never missed a chance to remember it to him) and he can recognize his lacks.

Chuuya, on the other hand, he’s quite more understanding than other Port Mafia members, especially when it comes to emotions and feelings. No, obviously he’s not a softie, he just understands a little more human beings and their emotive nature, so when he sees how confused Akutagawa is he sighs in exasperation.

“Man, if someone gives you expensive chocolate on St. Valentine’s Day, it’s because they have feelings for you. They like you that way. It’s a way to confess and, trust me, this is clearly the chocolate box I would only give to someone I fell fucking hard for.” 

First reaction: shock!* 

To our poor Ryuunosuke it’s like receiving a punch right in the stomach. His cloudy eyes widen in surprise and he’s quite sure his not-so-stoned heart lost a beat or two. So… is this the true meaning of your gift? You were trying to confess to him? You wanted to make him feel your affection? You wanted him to feel…loved?

He hisses a curse and slowly hides his face behind his left hand. Shit. He yelled at you. He accused you, just because he never thought he deserves love and affection. 

“So? Whose heart did you broke?” Chuuya jokes, hearing Ryuunosuke swearing.

"Y/n L/n. I asked them if they were trying to corrupt me or poison me.” He admits with a gloomy and yet shocked tone. 

In his defense, he had no idea you could have feelings for him. Let’s be honest: he never cared about certain things, but he’s not blind nor deaf. You are good looking, understanding, kind, diligent, resourceful, supportive. He is...well, he’s a demon. How could he even imagine someone like you falling in love with someone like him?

Chuuya sighs again. 

“You rejected Y/n. Good fucking job, man, only an idiot like shitty Dazai could do something so stupid, you really are his worthy heir.” He says sarcastically. “They gave me chocolate too. But not such an expensive one, so I can assume their feelings are stronger then we can even imagine. Maybe you’re still in time to fix the situation. If you’re interested, of course. Are you?” 

His final question sounds definetly like an insinuation and a provocation at the same time. Akutagawa narrows his feral gaze in Chuuya’s direction, meeting his allusive smirk. 

He doesn’t say a single word. But he knows the answer. 

Later that night, you come back from your daily mission. A successful mission, you want to specify, just to prove yourself (and someone else) you don’t need to corrupt your superior, because you’re the best in your job. Failure can occur, of course, but it’s a true rarity for you. 

You just endend report to the Boss himself when you see a familiar shape standing in the corridor, next to one of the polychrome windows. 

Your steps hesitate, you’re still upset and embarassed so you’re not in the right mood to face Akutagawa again, but just a second later you see he’s holding your chocolate box. 

You just stop your walk, a couple of meters separate you from the man and despite distance you can see how nervous he is. 

“Dark chocolate.” He suddenly says. “Dark chocolate is my favourite. But I didn’t know it before tasting one of each kind in this box.”

He avoids your gaze and his words kinda hurt you. He never tasted different kind of chocolate before today?

“The box is still full. I...I thought, maybe... sharing such a good chocolate with you would be a good idea.” 

“It would be nice.” You say softly. “Dark chocolate is my favourite too.” 

Your voice is trembling again. You didn’t like at all the way he treated you some hours ago, but you can see in his gesture how hard he’s trying to remediate.

“I have to apologize.” He suddenly says, and your e/c eyes widens with emotion and surprise. You perfectly know how hard is to say sorry, for a man like him, but he did it. He really did it.

“No matter what you say, I have to.” He continues. “I just... had no idea. I’m not used to all of this, and probably I’m not wort-”

“Please, don’t say that.” You firmly interrupt him and he finally looks at you. 

“That’s not true. I made you the gift you deserve. And I...”

Now or never, Y/n. Now or never. 

“ ...If you let me, I will give you the love you deserve, too.” 

Ryuunosuke needs some time to process what you said. He stays there, his eyes in yours, incredulous. Now he feels even more guilty about the way he treated you. 

How is it possible? Even after that, you still have feelings for him? Even if he yelled at you, even if he’s nothing more than a cruel and merciless rabid dog?

The silence between the two of you is dense and heavy, but not as much as your breath. He doesn’t say a word, again, and you have no idea of what to do. You did your best, today, and more. 

But, you know, Akutagawa is not a word man. He doesn’t know well how to verbally express his feelings, he’s instinctive, a man of action.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” 

Honestly, he thinks it’s kinda weird to ask something like that. But Chuuya always says consent is important and Ryuunosuke is a quiet learner. He doesn’t want to desrespect you, ever again. 

You are so surprised to hear this question, and yet so happy, your eyes are filled with tears. So...does he accept your feelings? And even return them? 

You slowly nod in affirmation, walking at his direction, and just a second later you wrap your arms around his body in a strong hug he tries to return properly. He’s a bit tense and awkward, but he holds you very tight. 

And then he does it. 

He presses his lips against yours, not gently, not softly, but with the quiet and passionate desperation of someone always yerned for love.

Yes, Akutagawa is totally clueless about love, St. Valentine’s Day, affection, human feelings. Totally clueless.

But he will learn, with you by his side. He will. 

* Sorry, only Italian readers will fully understand this, but I had to.

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x y/n #bsd akutagawa #bsd chuuya #chuuya saves the situation #chuuya to the rescue #bungou stray dogs akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke #bsd ryunosuke #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x y/n

[straymackerel]

Could I get some headcannons of chuuya and dazai with an s/o in their final semester as an animation student? S/o has been working for what feels like forever to finish her final film, and is super excited to show chuuya/dazai the finished project. Bonus points if when the little showing is finished, they go to ask questions or congratulate s/o only to find her out cold after several weeks of not enough sleep.

➽─{dawww ~ love the showing idea, i assumed it would take place at school for these hcs}─❥

dazai osamu

• this lazybones procrastinator can’t relate to your work ethic, but definitely admires you for it

• secretly jealous that you’re so passionate about your work and 👉👈 hopes to learn from you tbh

• also a little jealous of how your animation project is stealing you away from him

• dazai often checks up on you in silence, opening your door just a crack to see how you’ve progressed

• he can’t cook for shit but he’ll get you your favorite takeout on nights where you’re too busy to go out

• begs you to take small breaks once in a while so that 1. he can cuddle with you and 2. you don’t burn out

• he’ll stroke your head and ask you if everything’s going well

• if things are not OK he’ll skip work, not bothering to call his absence in.

• (silences his phone so kunikida’s persistent calls don’t annoy you)

• he makes sure you’re comfortable, fusses over your messy room and offers back rubs

• the two of you become addicted to caffeine for sure. he always makes a pot of coffee/tea in the morning nowadays

• he posts sickingly positive sticky-notes all over your home. (he got atsushi and kenji to help with that)

• then the day of the showing comes..!

• dazai has definitely seen the whole thing already after spying on you so much, but is nonetheless super excited to see it on the big screen.

• jumps up and yells “that’s my sunshine’s work! hey, eyes on the screen, my best friend made that!!!” as soon as your project lights up

• he makes the loudest applause you have ever heard from a single person

• (he’s also big on whistling and hollering, gotta make as much noise as possible for babs 💕💕)

• dazai lines up a slew of self-deprecating compliments to give you, but your exhausted body lays unmoving on the stairs backstage

• he puts your head in his lap, covers you with his coat, and just lovingly watches you until you wake up (even if it takes hours).

chuuya nakahara

• the way that you throw yourself into your work makes him love you even more

• the two of you are stuck in some kinda feedback loop limbo where you motivate one another to work even harder

• the drawback is that, since his own schedule is packed, you see each other even less than originally thought possible

• workaholics unite! (and enable each other hehe)

• chuuya has to get kouyou to cover for his duties once in a while so he can take care of you

• he’ll draw you a bath and get you anything you need. literally anything.

• will most definitely buy you the latest tech if that’s what you need to make this project happen

• or if you want it just to have it, because that’s pretty much the same thing to him

• he keeps the drinking to a minimum which takes a LOT of effort on his part; he wants to make sure he’s not a distraction 🥺🥺

• when he’s too busy to help out, you have a personal food delivery driver at your beck and call. order whatever you want!

• chuuya sends supportive text messages and reminders to eat/drink from work

• on the night of the showing he flaunts his cooking skills, whipping up red wine braised beef (or a similar drunken alternative if that isn’t your thing, just let him use alcohol pleaseee)

• busts out a bottle of bubbly of course

• makes sure not to drink so much that he’s watching your final film drunk

• absolutely adores the results of your work!!! jumps to his feet at the end of it

• wants to shower you with kisses asap and ask you how the hell you managed to pull off such a feat~

• overall just swelling with pride and resisting the urge to l e v i t a t e over to you

• chuuya’s a little tipsy when he finds you fast asleep in one of your classrooms

• he lifts you up bridal style to the car, doing everything to make sure you don’t wake up.

• he also brought you flowers and chocolates, but they’ll be on your nightstand in the morning ❤️

#bsd x reader #bsd x reader hcs #bsd headcanons #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya hcs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai hcs #bsd hcs

[yandere-daydreams]

BSD Fyodor or Dazai letting his captive darling outside after being stuck isolated and indoors? This request is in no way related to the month and counting I've been stuck at home due to covid19, not at all.

It’s been weeks since I’ve seen the sun and the last human contact I had was when my gloved hand brushed against that of an absent-minded cashier. Dazai might be preferable, at this point. Just for the sake of a change of scenery.

TW: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, and Mentions of Mental/Physical Abuse.

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Dazai wasn’t a generous man.

You’d been with him long enough to know that. He wasn’t kind, and as far as you could tell, he didn’t try to be. Throughout your captivity, he’d proven himself to be cruel, apathetic, sociopathic, uncaring for everything and anything you had to say unless it had to do with how grateful you were for him or what a loving kidnapper he was. The punishments were constant, the rewards were nonexistent, and you’d been forced to shove the idea of escaping out of your mind. Surviving was enough, when Dazai didn’t seem to care whether you lived or died.

With this in mind, your apprehension was understandable, when he dropped a pile of street-clothes on your bed and told you to get dressed. You’d refused, at first, crossed your arms and reaffirmed that he’d break your ankles the moment you started towards the door, but Dazai promised something much worse if you didn’t cooperate. That’d been enough to convince you.

Even now, you couldn’t really bring yourself to trust it. You were already outside, the sky just beginning to darken and Dazai’s flat half a block away, but you didn’t feel like you’d ever left at all. Sure, you could feel the sea-breeze and see other people - real, tangible people - but… you couldn’t, at the same time. Dazai had an iron-clad hold on your wrist, but you doubted he needed to be so cautious, especially when you were pressed to his side, never daring to stray more than a step away. Yokohama wasn’t a big city, but it was a crowded one. If you talked to someone, would they help you? If you screamed, would they intervene? Or, was this a test? Could this be a test? You didn’t know how far Dazai’s connections stretched, honestly. He couldn’t pay off a street’s worth of people… well, not unless he--

“You’re thinking too much,” He said, pulling you out of your thoughts. He hadn’t said a word since you left his apartment, and while you weren’t opposed to the silence, his mocking tone came as a relief. It meant this was normal, that he was normal. You could deal with this, as long as he was going to act as superior as he always did. “It’s not a good look you, honestly. Not when you have better things to pay attention to.” He paused, taking a moment to pout. “Am I not entertaining to you anymore, love?”

You didn’t waste time. Unlike him, you didn’t have the luxury of being on the blunt-side of his carving knife. “I don’t trust you,” You mumbled, eyeing the pavement wearily. “I know you’re planning something. You’re always planning something. I’m not going to fall for it, this time.”

He held a hand to his heart, mocking offense with an over-exaggerated sigh. Playful and patronizing in just the right balance as to best get on your nerves. It was an art Dazai had perfected, with more time and practice than he deserved. “I’m just trying to do something nice, and what do you do? Accuse me, attack me. I was starting to think you liked me, too.” He shook his head, his grip loosening, fingers instead intertwining themselves with yours. You weren’t sure if you should be relieved he was no longer cutting off your circulation, or sickened by the display of unearned affection. “Just walk with me, (Y/n). If you’re good, I’ll be able to let you out all the time. You would like to get out of that cramped room of yours more often, wouldn’t you?”

“Not if it means I have to spend more time with you.” The venom in your voice was half-hearted, diluted by time and use, but Dazai smiled regardless, determined to find amusement in whatever meager responses you gave. You glanced to your sides once more, taking in the many brightly-lit shops and assorted bystanders for the first time. You never realized how narrow the streets were, or how small your body actually was. No one was looking at you, but it seemed like they were all glancing in your direction, glaring every now and then. You tugged at Dazai’s hand nervously, eager to do something. He only laughed. “Osamu, where are we--”

“Dazai.”

He stopped, and so did you, your lips parting slightly as you saw him go tense. Something heavy and knotted settled inside of your throat, keeping you quiet as you scanned over the redhead that’d come to a stop in front of him. You recognized the man vaguely, his suit bringing back dim, fuzzy memories from before your ankle was permanently chained to a wall, but failed to put a name to his face. You didn’t have to wonder for long, though. Dazai was quick to clear it up. “Chuuya,” He greeted, his voice suddenly monotone. Unfriendly, but not unwelcoming. “Shouldn’t you be on your way home? I thought preteens still had curfews, these days.”

‘Chuuya’ grimaced, but his response came quickly. “And I thought perverts were supposed to keep their hands to themselves.” With that, his attention shifted to you, dark eyes falling until they met yours. You stiffened, reflexively, shifting so you were half-hidden behind Dazai, but that did little to protect you from his prying gaze. It was like he was looking for something, searching for it. Suddenly, you were glad Dazai chose such a conservative outfit, despite the stifling heat, one that covered the bruises. You didn’t want to give him anything else to look at. “He’s not holding you hostage, is he? I wouldn’t be surprised, the bastard’s hit his head a few too many times for everything to still be working up there.”

You hesitated, expecting Dazai to answer before you had the chance to. But, he only grinned, letting you go completely and resting a hand on your shoulder, pushing you forward gently, encouraging you to speak. That’s all you had to do, really, speak. A simple, flat ‘he is’ would’ve gotten your point across, and even if Chuuya couldn’t do anything, there were other people around, dozens of them. Dazai wouldn’t be able to get away, not if a large group took notice. Certainly not if you put up a fight.

But, as soon as you opened your mouth, it was like something in your chest cracked. It was an overwhelming, paralyzing fear, one that flooded through veins and made it impossible to do so much as breathe when you knew Chuuya was watching. You might as well’ve been in your bedroom again, curled into a ball and shoved in a corner, crying and bleeding as Dazai yelled about something possessive and jealous and crazy. You were vulnerable, and you were weak, and you were so, so scared.

So, you didn’t say anything. You let out a pitiful, broken sob, shut your eyes as tightly as you could, and buried your head in Dazai’s coat, only relaxing when you felt his fingers entangle themselves in your hair. You didn’t feel safe, you couldn’t feel safe with someone like him, but…

Fuck, it felt better than the alternative.

If Dazai shared in your dependence, you couldn’t tell. He chuckled as you clung to his waist, determined to dig your nails into him and never let go. “It’s been a long day,” Dazai explained, Chuuya grumbling something incoherent. It didn’t matter, not really.

You had a feeling Dazai’s words were more for his pride than anything.

“It’s really a miracle my sweetheart could ever manage without me.”

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[bungou-stray-dingus]

I really love so I can I request dazai and chuuya with strategy cat girlfriend,like she is literally scared of loud noises and sometimes she got scared when the boys are frustrated(not at her of course,just work) thank you!

OOOOH BIG RELATING TO THIS ONE! THANKS BB ❤️❤️❤️

Dazai

The thunder roared loudly as the sky lit up over the sleeping city of Yokohama. The sound of the rain against your window, it would have been soothing for anyone else. It might be helping everyone else fall asleep, but not you.

You were huddled under the blanket, curled in the fetal position with the pillow over your head, trying to block out the sound of the storm. Every thunder clap made you jump, and you wished that Dazai was here with you to help you feel better. He always knew how to soothe you and help you fall back asleep when you got startled awake by the loud noises from neighbors or the garbage truck rolling down the street.

He was working, and he had told you that afternoon that he would be working late that night. It didn’t seem like a big deal then, you would just sleep until he came home like you did most other nights, but you weren’t expecting the storm to roll in.

You had tried to call him to ask when he was coming home, but he didn’t answer. You felt bad for even trying to bother him while he was busy, so you tried to be brave and fall back asleep, and once the storm started moving away and the sun was slowly creeping up in the sky, you finally fell asleep.

The door was pushed open so hard that it hit the wall, it jerked you out of your sleep. Then the sound of the door being slammed shut made you jump, yelping with fear as the heavy footsteps moved through yours and Dazais shared apartment. You sat up in the bed, your back against the headboard and your knees curled against your chest.

Cabinets and drawers were opened and closed violently and you heard Dazai’s low mumblings as he talked to himself.

The footsteps slowed, then came to a stop for a split second before they began again, coming towards the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, and when he saw you curled into yourself, the fear on your face, he felt awful. “Oh no, I’m sorry sweetheart.”

You jumped out of the bed and ran into his open arms. You breathed in his scent, relished in the warmth of his embrace. It was safety, it felt like home. All of you worries and fears washed away when he held you.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night. Did you get any sleep?”

“Barely. But I’m fine.” Your words were betrayed when your mouth stretched open and you let out a yawn.

“You need sleep, love. I woke you up and I wasn’t here for you last night. How about we go to sleep together? I’m tired too.”

You easily fell asleep in his arms, even if another storm came through and the thunder was louder than last nights, you wouldn’t have woken up. His arms wrapped tightly around you, your legs were tangled together under the blankets and your face was buried in his chest. He wouldn’t let anything get to you, he would protect you from anything and everything.

He kissed your forehead softly as you slept quietly, almost silent snores drifting from your slightly parted lips. You were most delicate thing in his life, and the most perfect. He was able to love you when he couldn’t even love himself, even when loving you meant keeping you safe from thunder and footsteps and trash trucks and heavy metal music, he would do it for you.

Chuuya

You didn’t frequently visit the headquarters for the Port Mafia, but you had heard a loud bang outside of the door of your apartment and you were too scared to stay there by yourself.

The walk to the office was probably worse than if you had just stayed at home, the loud beeping from car horns when traffic got backed up, and the voices that overlapped each other as people walked by you in the street had your anxiety at its peak.

Everyone at the office knew you, and they let you up to the top floor of the building and showed you to Chuuya’s office.

They left before you were even in, and as you raised your hand to knock on the door you heard him shouting. Your whole body froze, it felt like you couldn’t breathe as he continued his rant.

“Nobody can do anything right in this damned building! I’m working with a bunch of idiots!” The door could have been open with how loud he was. You couldn’t bring yourself to move your arm, to get your hand to knock on the large wooden door. You were like a statue. “Screw this, I need a drink.”

He opened the door swiftly and almost knocked you over as he stormed out of his office. You whimpered when you saw the look of rage on his face, a look that quickly faded when he saw you.

“I-I was... I came.... and I’m sorry.” You stumbled over your own words. You had never heard him yell before, and it sent you into a state of shock.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming. Don’t apologize, it’s nice to see you here.” He grabbed your hands and brought them both to his lips, kissing the backs of each.

“You were yelling.” You whispered. His smile dropped and his eyes were sad as he realized that he had scared you.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that. If I knew you were here, I wouldn’t have been so loud. Are you okay?” His voice was softer now, not wanting to scare you more than he already had.

“Yeah, I just... I never heard you get that loud.”

“And you never will, never again. I’m sorry, babe.” He gave you a smile, lightly brushing your cheek with his thumb.

He took you out for lunch, taking back roads and alleys to avoid the busy streets and car horns. He would keep the radio at the lowest volume, anything that kept you comfortable he would make sure it was done.

The small diner was empty, it wasn’t well known and the food was delicious. The two of you were usually the only ones in there, other than the workers, and it made you feel at ease. He’d watch you physically relax, seeming to sink into the booth. You put your elbow on the table, resting your head in your palm. He always thought you looked so sweet like this, so innocent.

“So why did you come to the office today?” He asked, his body reflecting yours.

“I heard a bang outside my door, I got scared. I thought it was someone trying to break in, so I ran out the back door and walked to your office.” The thought of someone trying to get into your home made him tense up, he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. That with the thought of you walking through the city by yourself made him sick.

“How about you just stay at the penthouse with me?” He laid the offer out on the table, hoping that you’d accept it.

“Oh I couldn’t. I would just be a burden.”

“No you wouldn’t. I’d love to have you there. I would know you’re safe, and there wouldn’t be any noises that would scare you. Plus, I’d be able to come home to you every evening after work. Thats the complete opposite of a burden.”

You sighed, he watched your eyes wander the diner as your mind reeled. He was growing nervous with your silence, your finger tapped at your chin and he could almost see the wheels turning in your head as you contemplated what he was saying.

Finally your eyes focused back on him. “Okay.” Was all you said and it took a second for him to realize that you were agreeing.

He helped move all you stuff out of your apartment, handling the lease aspect was done by himself. You didn’t want to know how that conversation went considering you weren’t even close to the end of your agreement. He had told you to wait out in the car when he went into the rental office.

Knowing that you would be able to sleep next to him and wake up to his perfect face was one of the things you looked forward to. His tender kisses when he’d come home after work, the way his face lit up when he’d see you in the kitchen or sitting on the couch watching television.

He knew he didn’t have to worry anymore, it made his day easier and he could sleep better at night knowing that you were in arms reach. Your anxiety wasn’t as high, you were relaxed and you had adjusted well to living with him. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore, he made sure of that.

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[straycat-writes]

l’appel du vide (nakahara chuuya)

l’appel du vide (french n.) - “the call of the void”; the instinctive urge to jump from high places.

requested by: anonymous

warning(s): Alcohol, swearing

You sighed as you dropped into bed with a dull thud. The clock on the bedside table blinked 2:00 AM, and after the incredibly long day you had just had, you wanted nothing more than to crawl under the covers and not emerge for a full 24 hours. That, apparently, was not to be, however. You were teetering on the edge of sleeping and waking, just about to fall asleep, when your phone began to ring on the bedside table.

Mumbling a curse under your breath, you sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. You reached for your phone, your bleary vision not allowing you to check the caller ID as you picked up the call.

“Hello?”

“(Y/n), hey!!!” said a slurred male voice from the phone, “How are you, baby??”

You blinked, then frowned, “…Chuuya?”

“Who else?” he said cheerily from the other end, before letting out a string of vile curse words as you heard something crash loudly in the background.

You sighed, already feeling a headache coming on, “Why are you calling so late, Chuuya? And are you drunk?”

“I just wanted to hear my darling’s voice, is that too much to ask for?” he whined, “And yes, I mayyybe be a little tipsy, but that has nothing to do with it.”

“Not your darling.” You muttered under your breath as you frustratedly threw off the covers and got off the bed, searching for your keys, “Where are you?”

In Chuuya’s vocabulary, ‘a little tipsy’ meant ‘wasted off my ass and on the verge of passing out’, and whatever history the two of you might have had, you couldn’t leave him be when he was like that.

He paused, as if to consider what to say, “So-somewhere…drinks…bar…I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes, “You know what? Nevermind, there’s only one place you frequent anyway. Just…stay there. I’ll be there in a few.

True to your words, five minutes later, you were in your car driving towards Chuuya’s favourite bar in the dead of the night. You ran a hand through your hair, muttering to yourself in frustration, “Why, why, why did this idiot call me of all people?”

It had been a month since you had seen him last. All you remember of that last encounter was a lot of screaming and yelling at each other interspersed by strings of curse words before the inevitable ‘I want to break up’ came. You didn’t even remember which one of you had been the one to say it, but frankly, it didn’t matter. It had been said, and that was that. You had completely cut yourself off from him after that, in order to wallow in your sorrow alone and in peace, and as much as it pained you to think about now, the thought of how Chuuya might be holding up hadn’t really crossed your mind.

The answer to that was obviously ‘not good’, as it became apparent once you parked your car outside of where you thought he might be and went inside. Chuuya was getting chastised by the bartender, but he didn’t really seem to be listening, instead looking spaced out and smiling like an idiot. In hindsight, you should have seen this coming. Chuuya has never been too good at dealing with stressful situations, and only has two sorry excuses of coping mechanisms: destroying something or getting drunk off his mind. When he saw you, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“(Y/n)!!” he trilled, “You’re here.”

Choosing to roll your eyes in favour of gracing his wasted ass with an answer, you went up to him and tried to get him to stand on his own two feet. After apologizing profusely to the bartender on Chuuya’s behalf, you managed to half lead, half drag Chuuya back to your car. You dumped him unceremoniously into the passenger seat before getting in yourself. But instead of starting the car, you just sat there for a while, arms resting on the steering wheel and head resting over them. How did we even get here?

Back when the two of you had still been together, you used to think you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That was before everything went wrong. It was no one’s fault, really, and after a month of shutting yourself away, bingeing on ice-cream and crying yourself to sleep, you had just about convinced yourself it wasn’t meant to be, and that you were both better off away from each other.

But then this bastard decided to drunk dial you in the middle of the night, and here you were.

You felt a slight tug at your hair and looked up to see Chuuya twirling a lock of it in his fingers, “I love your hair. It’s beautiful.”

“Shut up, Chuuya.” You muttered, moving his hand away from your hair as you started the car.

“But I want to talk!” he whined, before quietly adding, “I missed you so much.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that, but you willed yourself to keep driving, “Just…please shut up.”

When he didn’t say anything for a while, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His head was resting against the window, eyebrows scrunched up as he stared outside with a very displeased expression on his face. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how to.

There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in days, which he probably hadn’t, and your heart clenched in your chest. You knew Chuuya had little in the way of self-care habits, but you hadn’t thought it would get this bad. Any third person looking at the two of you would have immediately pointed out that the look of exhaustion on his face mirrored the one on yours, but the thought never occurred to you.  

“Just what the hell have you been doing to yourself?” You mumbled quietly to yourself, not really expecting him to answer.

He heard you though, even through his drunken haze, and let out a bitter laugh. It sounded almost sober, and that surprised you enough to look over at him again. His eyes were glassy and rimmed with red as he looked at you, and even though he definitely wasn’t sober, he looked slightly more in possession of his wits.

“The past month has been the worst in my life.” He said after a while, “Hell, I haven’t got so pissed drunk since that shitty Dazai left.”

You sighed in frustration, “And what do you want me to do about it? I’m the last person you should be coming to.”

“Maybe. Probably.” He mumbled, “At this point, I’m really not sure what I should be doing. I…wish you’d just listen to what I have to say.”

“Listen to what you have to say? There’s nothing left to be said, Chuuya.” You said, getting increasingly distressed as you tried to keep your eyes on the empty road, “It’s done and over with, and just when I thought I’d come to terms with that – “

“I know, I know.” He interrupted, a strange kind of desperation lacing his voice, “But will you please, please just hear what I have to say?”

As if I have a choice, you wanted to say, but didn’t, and he took your silence as a yes.

“I miss you, (y/n), so much. And I know it doesn’t…doesn’t mean…much to you, but I’m so sorry.”

You snorted at that, and he fixed you with an incredulous look. You shook your head.

“I really am, and I – I don’t know what I was thinking, I just – “

“Chuuya.” You interrupted, “You’re just rambling nonsense now. Just…shut up, we’re almost at your flat.”

He sighed, “I…I guess I was just afraid.”

“Afraid?” That had piqued your interest, and the question was out before you could think the better of it.

He was hesitant at first, but then nodded, “Being with you…it felt – felt like walking the edge of a cliff. Not in a bad way, of course, but it felt so…foreign, I guess you can say. I have never been so utterly and completely in love with someone, and I knew if I accepted that and fell over the edge, you would be right there to catch me. So that’s not what scared me…”

You were listening to every word that tumbled out of his mouth with the utmost attention, partly because you were genuinely curious, and partly because you knew he would never talk this openly if he were sober. So, even though some of what he said hurt, you listened.

“What scared me was that…I…I often found myself actually wanting to…jump off that metaphorical cliff. Each time I realized what I was thinking, I would be horrified, because…well, it meant letting myself go, and you know that doesn’t have any good connotations for me. I didn’t know if I should, if it was the sensible thing to do, or even the right one, but…I don’t know if you’ll understand, (y/n), but being so completely in love with someone that you want to completely hand yourself over to them is…frightening, to say the least.”

All this time, you had been listening to him in mute wonder, not wanting to interrupt whatever trance he seemed to be in. He got scared and left you…because he loved you too much?

When you didn’t say anything, he cursed under his breath, “Damn it, this is harder to explain than I thought it would be. I’m not doing a very good job, am I?”

“What? No, it’s just…” You wanted to say you understand, you really did, but you weren’t sure if that was quite true. By now, the two of you had reached his flat, and you parked the car in front of his building, looking over at him frowning.

“Shit…I’m sorry, I just…fuck!”

“Chuuya.” You interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Chuuya! Look at me. Calm down.”

He sighed, then looked over at you with sad, red rimmed eyes, “It’s just…I’m sad. I’m sorry. I suck. I love you.”

Neither of you said anything for a good two minutes after that, just sitting in the car and listening to each other breathe. Then you sighed.

“Well, you’re certainly very eloquent for someone as pissed drunk as you are.”

He blinked at you, confused, “What?”

You shook your head and smiled at him, a thin, watery smile that dripped with sadness, but a smile nonetheless, “Let’s get you inside.”

You weren’t even sure if he’d remember any of this in the morning, or if he really did feel the way he had just described, so scared to love you, to be in love, that he pushed you away. You had no idea how to handle this, and the ache in your head just kept getting sharper and sharper. For a moment, you even caught yourself thinking that maybe it’d be better if he didn’t remember anything in the morning. That way, the both of you could go on living your lives as if nothing happened. But could you live with such a big ‘what-if’ hanging over your head?

As you drove back home in the dead of the night, after putting him to bed, you decided you weren’t ready to find the answer to that question yet.

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[sunflowercakemix]

Chuuya Nakahara x fem/Reader

/ Part 2

Reader P. O. V

,,..... There's waffles in the air, but flour in my hair.... " I sang softly carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzz of the bakery kitchen. The warm vanilla scent embraced me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by the crisp air filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps from the main baking area. I change my singing tune happily as I develop a bounce to my step, my happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to wither away with a loud yell " OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN'!"

A sour thought and expression follow from me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?". I wave my boss away placing tray of cakes on a large table and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scent playing in my nose. "Back to work Y/N!" I tell myself.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar. Trough my fingertips I let my emotions flow, right into the bowl with the mix. I let the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, just to pour it in the mold to shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash registre. I smile softly wishing I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A smile tugs on my warm cheek one more time as I go back to baking with a new tune to my lips to my bosses dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them. The shallow sound following him all the way to large doors to his bosses office.

,,... Boss" the ginger said stepping inside.

,, Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!".

Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, leaned to look at him from his kneeling position from the floor in front of a young blonde girl.

Chuuya quickly bowed ,, My apologies for interrupting you Sir but you quickly requested me to come here"

Mori started getting up from the floor. ,, In fact I did. The situation is rather urgent. Some of our smmuglers have turned out to be in fact another organization stealing from us. They have stolen an impressive amount of our cargo. " He sat at his desk ,, An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market"

Chuuya nodded to this ,, So what's the plan?"

,, You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Understood?"

,, Yes boss! "

,, Good."

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

                                 - || -

,, Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel. ,, Oya, and underground organization? This just might finnaly become interesting." he thought with a smirk.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times as he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

,, These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity. "

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park.

These were also the times I used to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. I was enjoying my peacfull time until an explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They are yelling and pointing to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd away.

,, Fuck no, I'm not dying today!!" was all my shaken up brain could muster.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. ,, GURL get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened. Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the back ally behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst from fear. My hiding spot smelled like shit, but my best hope was that shit was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying ,,Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!!!".

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying  came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

,, Damn gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood of his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them being able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one being able to control acid. The Black Lizard was currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much.

Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid.

,, This is the feared Port Mafia?!?" asked the acid controler mockingly. ,, Im surprised you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest making him weaker. The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head ,,Aktagawa?". He didn't get an answer just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, stepped up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots contuied in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees and my mind kept shaking. I heard screams in the far open. I wanted join them in their demonstration of fear but I also felt like I needed to do something to help. Yet I stayed there quvivering.

I shut my numb eyes, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE" I thought

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until I saw body of an unconscious man laying in the beging of the ally way.

,, Someone else will help him.... " I looked around for that someone then another explosion came. ,,Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to the place where I was hiding.

The bangs and thuds continued to bloom all around us. I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could run from here.

He was out cold.

I couldn't just leave him there but neither could I run with him like this , so I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would end soon.

Reared P. O. V

The chaos was finnaly cleared when it was deep in the night. The silence following it even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hidding, I saw police helping the scared or the injured on the streets but avoiding the area of the explosions.

I heard something shuffle next to me I quickly turn to find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort two bule eyes started looking into me.

,, Who the hell are.... You?!?" he snapped through his teeth.

,, Ummm.... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting and staring at me. ,, You better not be... AAGH!!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

,, Oh my god, are you ok?!?" I ask quickly.

He didn't answer.

,, The police is over there they can help you and.. "

,, NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him worried. "He's not dying. Is he?!" I thought. Back at the street the sight seemed to have cleared. I put his arm over my shoulder.

,, What are you doing?!?" he snaps at me.

,, Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay concious!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the wall.

,, Where are you hurt?" I ask. He points to his chest. I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face. ,,Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet over here?" he asks. I lead him to the faucet where he washes what I now notice to be a burn. After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kid I dug up from the drawers.

,, How are you feeling now?"

,, It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies. ,,Thank you.... erghh.. "

,, Y/N"

,, Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. ,, And mind if I ask who are you? " I cautiously break the silence.

He looks back at me,, Im Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara"

,, Nice to meet you then, and one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly need help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak.

,, You don't play around, huh? Don't worry about that my boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips ,,You should worry about you breaking in here"

,, Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

,, What you're a baker?". He winces from pain a little as he speaks.

,, Mhm" I answer ,,Are you sure you are ok?"

A sighs comes out of him ,,I am just... Can you help me with my shirt, I... need to get going"

I sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat. ,,You are sure about this? You don't seem ok"

He fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table ,, I am".

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced ,, Like 100% sure? "

I hear a light chuckle from him ,, 100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

,, It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe. Chuuya"

As I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step I try to sink in the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back. The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

,, A-and that should do it" the doctor said. Soon after that we heard the door open.

,, How are you Chuuya-kun?". I recoginsed the voice and got up.

,, Much better Boss"

He nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

,, Im sorry to be the barer of bad news but I have to tell you that the group  got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle"

,, THOSE SONS OF A BITCH" I stumped my fist on the mattress

,, Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will get much more than we have lost"

,, What do you mean?"

,, This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us." he paused to look at me ,, But for that I expect to see you back at work soon"

I nod ,, You will boss"

                               

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I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me weight of a failed mission. It stung even worse than that burn on my chest.

I started looking around the streets of Yokohama thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will ease my sorrows when I get home.

This was the plan until I noticed a broken glass door. Behind it a familiar sighing sillouet tapping her fingers on the registre.

I decided to drown my troubles with something else.

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attacks and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows.

Guess that was preety flavorless for them since they never stayed long to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company. For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were never fun.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

,, Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street.

,, Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,, Hello Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name. ,,Um, hi! What brings you here?"

I ask.

,, I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets.

Light crackles through me. This is my chance. ,,You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this ,,Really?"

,, Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon". I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie. The one boss refused to display.

     

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Carrying my pride and joy back I find the man sitting at a table looking around.

,, Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him. As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head on my hands. Heart thumping in wait to see his reaction.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks pouring out of her eyes.

,, You really love your job, eh?" I ask. She laughs ,, My, my what gave it away!"

,, Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the cake.

She crooks an eyebrow ,, You really don't miss anything?" she smiles ,, And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide. It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted flowers in my mouth.

,, You.. You made this!? " I ask. Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out. ,, I did. Do you like it?!"

,, It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

The cake soon dissapered from the plate wich her didn't fail to notice.

,, Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer ,, Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me.

Soon she comes back. ,, You know I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat. ,, Really?"

,, Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

I continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

,, By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking."

I choke up a little. ,,I had buissnes there".

Her eyebrow quirks again ,, Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to brush off the conversation I say ,, I'm fine now thank you for asking".

,, You do kinda give me the gangster vibe". I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were.

,, Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

,, It's on the house" Y/N says.

,, Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

,, Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat ,, You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that!"

The room felt warm again with her words I couldn't help but smile myself

,,In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice rings through the room ,, Come again soon!"

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