↳ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Osamu Dazai x Reader, Chūya Nakahara & reader ↳ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬 - angst ↳ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 - anon said: Could I have a scenario where Port Mafia Dazai’s S/O comes back from an out of the country mission only to find out that he left the Port Mafia? Maybe have Chuuya tell them and comfort them? ↳ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Strong Language, Implied Abuse, Mental Breakdowns ↳ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.4k ↳ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - reader is gender neutral and dazai also isn’t really in this, it’s just the aftermath, I hope you like it anon ↳ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @amourzai @poppirocks @arahabaki-writing-blog
You glanced over your shoulder at Chūya, he was standing a few feet behind you, looking up at you ever so slightly due to the height difference and admittedly his expression initially looked rather bored, though you didn’t miss the concern in his eyes. You looked away from him, emotions churning in your gut as you kept your gaze steady, the two of you had left work for the mafia-provide-housing of those of your ranks. You didn’t want to go home, going home would mean having to wake up and know that you would be alone.
“Of course I am,” you say, surprised at how even your voice is, “I’m doing fine.”
You were just finishing some paperwork when Dazai’s sing-song voice rang, “Y/n,” you looked up from your computer to see Dazai rolling towards you on his office chair, “Can you do this case?” he asked, having already dropped a case file into your desk.
You picked up the file he’d just dropped on your desk and gave it a once-over, “Um, sure, but-”
“Great!” Dazai immediately kicked off of your desk, spinning towards his desk, he called back to you, “Try to get that done by the end of the day for me, thanks!”
‘What an ass.’
You began to pack up, then take pictures of the case file, something you often did, as it allowed you to have the information you needed on you without risking drawing the unwanted attention that walking around while reading a strange packet was want to bring.
‘Dazai must’ve forgotten to give me this when I clocked in’, you thought, considering that it was sunset when Dazai handed the file to you at sunset, despite this clearly being an all-day assignment.
‘I guess I’m spending the rest of my day at the casino,’ it wasn’t too bad, the casinos were always more active at night, which made the Mafia more confident in being able to sort out its affairs without being noticed by anyone, too many people and noises around to focus on anything for too long, let alone some guys that just looked to be talking. But if anyone could do it, you’d be out of a job.
Flipping to the last page of your case file, you were met with a picture of a red-headed mafioso, the words “Nakahara, Chūya”, typed clearly above his photograph, along with a note that he was the man carrying out the Mafia’s dirty work that day, and thus the person you’d be looking out for all night. His was somewhat of a familiar face, though you’d only ever seen him or heard his voice while collecting information from or about him; you saw a lot of the Port Mafia executives.
‘Oh well,’ you thought, ‘better safe than sorry,’ and snapped the last photo.
You arrived at the casino by public transport—as the ADA’s vans were far too conspicuous for your liking, and you prided yourself on being good enough at your job that you never got caught and needed the immediate escape that a company van could provide— then instantly immersed yourself in the atmosphere (which was fairly difficult, as you weren’t allowed to participate in “any illicit activity” while on the job, as Kunikida made very clear after “the first time”), though you made sure to keep your eyes and ears peeled for any signs of Chūya.
Chūya stopped walking when he saw an older man, casually holding his hand out and discreetly taking the money the man held, “We haven’t got the rest today- but we’re getting it soon, I swear!” the man promised, struggling to keep his voice calm.
You turned you back to the men, pretending to be intrigued by a group of women playing poker at a nearby table.
“Well, you’ll get it to me by tonight, if you want to keep your business.”
“We can’t get it tonight- but give us one week and we’ll have your money.”
“In one week you’ll be fucking dead,” rather or not his threat held any sincerity, it was effective, as the man suddenly remembered that he “might actually have some more money on him”.
When you could tell Chūya was about to walk away from the man, you pulled away from the poker table, feigning a loss of interest in the game.
Then, for no apparent reason, Dazai decided to call your phone, which would’ve been fine, had it not resulted in you, startled by the sudden buzzing in your hand, dropping your phone directly onto Chūya’s foot. You were about to be so pissed off at Dazai if this is how you get caught.
On pure instincts, you gasped an “I’m sorry!” before reaching for your phone.
But he beat you to it, “It’s alri-oh, I think someone is calling you,” he handed it back to you.
You took your phone, “Thanks, I have to take this,” you said, before speed walking away and answering the call the moment you were out of Chūya’s earshot.
“Dazai, what the fuck is your problem?” you whisper-yelled into the phone, “You almost just blew my cover!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Y/n,” Dazai was lax as ever, “I just wanted to know if you needed someone to come pick you up from the casino.”
You sighed, begrudgingly accepting his offer, “Sure, head over and pick me up.”
“Great, I’ll make sure Kunikida knows we’re picking you up!” he said, before hanging up.
‘Of course, why would he ever do anything himself?’
You tried to get more work done while you waited to get picked up, but it proved nearly impossible. Every time you tried blending into the background so you could focus on Chūya, you would see him eyeing you in the corners of your vision.
After over 15 minutes of this, Chūya approached you, “This may sound strange, but I swear I’ve seen you everywhere I go in this casino all night,” you could hear the suspicion behind his voice.
“Oh,” you tried to act as though you had no idea who he was, like you didn’t have a picture with his first and last name, date of birth, blood type, and ability on your phone, “I’ve just been wandering around since I got here, it’s my first time here.”
His voice lowered, “Really?,” he took a step closer to you, cocking his head slightly to one side, “Because I haven’t seen you actually do anything all night.”
‘This would be a really good time to come get me, Dazai!’
“Well, I don’t gamble.”
“Then why are you here?” he said it as more of a statement, “No one comes to a casino for the food, and trust me, the wine’s overpriced as all hell. So why are you here?”
He began walking towards the lobby, clearly expecting you to follow, “‘You know someone who works here? Are you trying to find someone? A father who’s gamboling away his retirement fund? A sister who lost her savings betting on some dice? A boyfriend that-”
“Actually, I’m single.” You blurted out. You had to find some way to change the subject, but the way it came out made it sound like you were trying to make sure he knew you were single.
He froze, slightly flushed, then gave a cheeky grin, “Well, then how about some overpriced wine?” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but, before you could respond, Dazai burst three the casino doors, and walked towards you, his arms raised.
“Y/nnnnn!” he wined, draping an arm over your shoulder, “We’ve been waiting for, like, five whole minutes! When were you planning on ditching the Hat Rack and coming back with us?”
Chūya immediately reacted to the nickname, “Dazai, you bastard, I-!”
“Look, I’m sorry to interrupt your little date-,”
“I-! date?!-” this time Chūya’s face flushed completely, though his embarrassment did nothing to deter his shouting, “We are not on a date, you useless idiot!”
Dazai waved Chūya off, “Don’t worry; I’m kidding. I know you could never get Y/n to actually go on a date with you.”
“That’s ridiculius!” Chūya immediately turned to you and, red in the face, but still yelling, asked, “Y/n! Would you go on a date with me?!”
You paused looking from Dazai’s smug smile to Chūya’s huffing and puffing face. ‘I mean, we just met’ you thought. But, on the other hand, you had always thought that Chūya was kind of cute, and you’d get to stick it to Dazai if you said yes, so, all in all, it sounded like a jackpot.
You smiled at Chūya, and got to see Dazai’s face fall instantly, “Sure!”
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Recently I’ve been fulfilling my OTP needs by searching for blogs that have been posting or reblogging Jackkim and then going all the way through the tag. Do any of you happen to know more of such blogs? Chuya would be great too…….please