(The Japanese art concept of giving human characters animal ears and tails is called kemonomimi! And did you know that tigers don’t purr, they chuff?)
“Stop laughing.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. It’s in your eyes.”
Ryuu looks away quickly, placing his hand over the lower half of his face. Atsushi sticks his lower lip out.
“Now you’re covering up a smile,” he mutters. Ryuu coughs once, happening a glance back to Atsushi before he quickly turns to face the wall again, closing his eyes.
“How dare you accuse me of such things, Jinko,” he says. Rolling his eyes, Atsushi leans across the futon to swipe Ryuu’s hand from his face. For a split second, he sees the smile on Ryuu’s lips, a rare sight that Atsushi would normally welcome. But in this case, he groans and draws back.
“C’mon, Ryuu, it’s not funny,” he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Ryuu glances at him once before giving a cough that sounds oddly like a snicker.
“Your tail is lashing,” he points out monotonously. Atsushi bristles, an emotion that’s only further emphasized by the fur on his tail sticking out in all directions.
“Imagine if you got hit with that Ability,” he says, round ears pinning back against his head. “Rashoumon would practically have a mind of its own.”
Ryuu coughs again, leaning forward, and Atsushi doesn’t realize until it’s too late that he’s reaching for his ears.
“Yes, but,” Ryuu says, rubbing Atsushi’s velvety fur between his forefinger and thumb, “this is far cuter, I believe.”
Atsushi blushes, and though his fur settles, his tail continues to swipe back and forth. He isn’t sure how long he’ll be stuck like this, with his Ability on the fritz and his ears and tail manifested, but he hopes it ends soon. Asking for Dazai’s help is out of the question; Atsushi wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Months.
“You’re patronizing me,” Atsushi grumbles, shoulders bunched and knees crisscrossed beneath him. But Ryuu takes his fingers from his ear, moving down to the space behind it, scratching there, and Atsushi’s tension seems to suddenly and miraculously leave his body. He relaxes under Ryuu’s touch, closing his eyes, turning into butter in his fingers.
Ryuu abruptly stops, and Atsushi looks up to ask what’s wrong, but Ryuu stares down at him with something bordering on playful in his eyes.
“What was that?” He asks. Atsushi tilts his head, subconsciously cat-like.
“What was what?”
“You made a sound.”
Atsushi frowns. “Did not.”
“You did. You chuffed,” Ryuu says, the tiniest of triumphant smiles on his lips. Atsushi narrows his eyes.
“I did not,” he says again. “I’m not so much of a tiger that I’d-!”
He stops the instant Ryuu begins to scratch beneath his chin. Atsushi closes his eyes again, leaning into Ryuu as if some other force were controlling his body, smiling and definitely chuffing.
“Good kitty,” Ryuu murmurs, kissing the crown of Atsushi’s head as he scratches his chin with both hands.
Atsushi’s tail gives the occasional, satisfied twitch.
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headcanon that atsushi is obsessed with blankets and can often be found wrapped in like six of them
OH MY GOD ANON I SUPPORT YOU 100%. THIS BOY NEEDS ALL THE BLANKETS IN THE WORLD.
• Back at the orphanage it was rare for Atsushi to be shown any sort of physical affection, and he was regularly found hiding in dark corners or inside his closet to avoid the abusive staff members. It’s only when he gets to the Agency that he starts sleeping in an actual bed – and a comfortable one at that!! For the first few weekends when Atsushi gets some time off, he’ll just roll up under his covers of his futon and stay there for days. • When he has nightmares or there are times where he is reminded of his past, Atsushi pulls his blankets around his body and cocoons himself in the warmth they offer, the comfort of the soft sheets reminding him that that isn’t his life anymore and he’s allowed to feel warm and safe. • When he’s sick he’ll walk around the house wrapped in a huge fluffy duvet and just rest on the sofa all day until he feels well enough to work again. • Cuddling Atsushi under the blankets would be 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻• He’s like a human radiator oh my god can you imagine the purring • LET THIS BOY FEEL LoVE DAmn iT
“Plehehehease! Ryuu! I cahahan’t— I can’t take anymohohore!” Atsushi wheezed as Akutagawa tickled him relentlessly. Akutagawa raised an eyebrow, but then noted just how exhausted Atsushi was. His face was flushed pink and his eyes looked teary. He couldn’t always handle being tickled for this long, and Akutagawa knew he had definitely had more than enough.
Akutagawa pulled back from his hips and sat awkwardly, unsure of where to place his hands. He finally settled for rubbing Atsushi’s head gently. Atsushi was still giggling, but he leaned into Akutagawa’s touch anyway, smiling.
“Do you need anything?” Akutagawa asked, suddenly worried. He hadn’t meant to tickle Atsushi for as long as he did, he just got carried away sometimes listening to his laugh and watching his reactions. Atsushi shook his head, letting his head fall back into the couch pillow. Akutagawa frowned.
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Atsushi & Kyouka gen commissioned by @harlequinade-13! They get a day at the beach together :D
Rating: G Words: 3,600 Warnings: mentions of past child abuse.
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Summer dragged over Yokohama like a beast’s hot breath, sweltering from mid-morning to late at night, making the pavement simmer. It seemed to turn the streets liquid and the day light to fog; Atsushi could not walk outside without feeling like he had stepped into a cloud, if clouds were made of sticky sweat. Sharing a dorm with Kyouka meant that whatever coolness they could afford by the way of electric fans had to be shared as well, and often the night found Atsushi breathing loudly in the open closet where he slept, trying and failing to put his overheated mind to sleep.
If Kyouka suffered the same, she didn’t say anything. She was still as a statue as soon as she lay down at night, but Atsushi didn’t know if it meant that she slept. She always kept her back turned to him.
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Ya know, Atsushi probably really struggles with physical affection. There’s probably a very few number of people who can touch him, and even then he needs to see it coming. I find it hard to believe that, as compassionate and caring as my little baby is, he is just over all of the physical and mental abuse he suffered. And while he makes connections quickly, it probably takes the members of the ADA months to get to a place where they can touch him without him panicking and flinching.
I want a bsd au where Atsushi ran away from the orphanage at one point (maybe the tiger took over and ran off or something) and just ended up living in the woods for a while
Cannon eventually catches up with him one way or another and he’s still Atsushi but his feral cat meter is dialed up to ten
Like, he pushes Kunikida’s paperwork off his desk when annoyed
He takes naps whenever he ends up under a sunbeam
He has Matt Murdock super senses
Whenever he decides Akutagawa is being to much of a dick he just, Chomps™️
All that fun stuff
(I also really like the idea of Dazai having to explain things like curse words and sex and drugs the Atsushi ‘grew up in a catholic orphanage and then The Woods™️’ Nakajima)
Dazai makes one suicide joke and Atsushi is like "what's that??" and everyone just freezes all ?????
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