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Dazatsu Month 2025 Day 16 Jealousy

Having Atsushi back was like a dream come true. It was as if winter was becoming spring. Snow was melted to bring a new. Kyoka woke up the next morning, practically vibrating out of her skin as soon as her eyelids fluttered open. Her big brother was back! And hopefully here to stay. (Of course, if not she was willing to make some sacrifices. Dazai did spent the last few years pinning- kinda like a wife waiting for her husband to back from war. In fact, the old man spent the whole day in a daze after the coming back. She thinks he tripped a couple times? Totally spazzed when Atsushi swooped down to catch him before he hit the ground with a pickup line. It was as if whatever brains he has had leaked out. It was hilarious.) For one, since four years, her darkest night was filled with the shining moonlight.

Jumping out of bed with the excitement of a child on Christmas Morning, she rushed to get dress for work. She wanted to spend as much time with him before Dazai took off with him. Maybe she could make them breakfast? (Just like old times! When she was fourteen and he was eighteen and all they had to worry about was making it to work on time.) Of course there was her roommate, so she had to make more than for two. (A year and a half ago, the Agency had hired a new member whose ability was so much like their were-tiger. Just less of a giant cat running in wind and more like a bird flying in fire. It also felt more like when big brother Chuuya used Corruption at times.)

Shaking her head, she checked her body mirror with satisfaction- not a single hair out place and walked out the door. The moment she step into the hall, her eyes zeroed in on the door slightly across from hers. It was the room that Atsushi had spent the night in (after panicking Dazai booked it out the moment the silver haired male opened his mouth to ask if he could stay over)- it’s door slightly ajar. There was a dry erase board that wasn’t there before- her brother must have hanged it up last night. The blue eyed girl tilted her head. ‘He’s awake.’ She stated within her mind as she took steps to get closer to the door. There was orange writing on it. She raised a hand and gently brushed her fingers overs the word- not really touching the smooth surface. ‘She/her today. I see, a sister instead of a brother.’ With a sharp understanding nod, the young woman of eighteen headed towards the kitchen.

More like a war zone at a stalemate.

The moment she walked into the connecting rooms of both living and kitchen, she was blasted with the winds of inferno hell. The need for water hit her faster than Akutagawa’s Rashomon.

“Good morning Kyoka.” Atsushi chirped from where she was cooking. A smile painted on her face as she scooped some eggs onto a plate. Her eyes gold like molten lave as they refuse to leave the second figure in the room. Kyoka was impressed. “I cooked breakfast. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Her roommate answered, patting her pink lips clean with a napkin with all the grace of royalty. Her cyan blue eyes side eyeing Atsushi through her red lashes. The room became even more hotter. “It’s rare for us to be treated to a warm heavy meal. Thank you Nakajima-san.”

The moon kissed female bared her teeth in a smile. The facsimile of a sweet smile seeming predatory. “I like to serve Tsukino-san.”

One could choke on the sarcasm.

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dark inside of the cinnamon roll as a treat, Unhinged Atsushi, why is this not a tag, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Gender-fluid Atsushi, Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Decay of Angels Arc (Bungou Stray Dogs), Murder Mystery, Dazatsu Month 2025 (Bungou Stray Dogs), Cinnamon Roll Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, maybe? - Freeform, Another Day In Yokohama Series: Part 1 of The Tiger Golem and The Star Void Summary:

After D.O.A, Atsushi disappeared into the wind with only a single plead. Leaving a cat-like hole within the Agency as well in Dazai’s life. The only proof of him being alive are postcard and souvenirs from the places he has visited. Four years later, a case of animal attack-like murders are afoot. Now Dazai Osamu has to figure out who is behind this mystery, reconnect himself with an old friend that once went missing and why it seems like he’s in the center of everything.

tldr: Dazai can’t be lazy for once, dodging a very forward Atsushi-kun, has to figure out why he’s the apple of the murder’s eyes. (Quite flattering really, not gonna lie. Also! Why is Chuuya being completely familiar with his cat?! Is chibi flirting!?)

BSD Headcanon Late Night Talks

Dazai and Atsushi are best friends (soulmate if one were to ask how they felt about each other) since their eyes met. The breathless laughter of surprise warm happiness, the silly growls of hungry stomachs and the instant safety they never had once their names graced the empty air. They are best friends and would end the world for the other if it means keeping the other from harm. Dazai has proved this when he let himself get caught by the Port Mafia and beaten by someone he doesn’t care for. Atsushi proved this when they jumped off a flying whale, knowing Dazai is at the bottom waiting for him.

Best friends.

That’s why they have sleepovers every two days. (It would have been everyday but both fear the idea of co-dependency and actually having someone in their life. Almost as if having the person everyday was a dream that could be torn at any moment.) Why? Because it surprisingly helps them sleep better. So on the days of their sleepover, they would ditch work early (Dazai will do all his work, by himself the afternoon before to the lunch the next day. Cause a lot of strokes.) to run errands. Picking up groceries, snatching the latest horror films that Atsushi had been wanting to watch and Dazai was dreading.

The tiger vessel found it hilarious that the Ex-Mafia Executive hated scary movies.

Anyway! After they were done, they would head home and it doesn’t matter who’s home. (Atsushi, unsurprisingly, is the only one who has the knowledge of where Dazai truly lives.) So once at home, the dark brown hair man would play soft sound music with only instruments or opera music from different countries. (Carmen was Dazai’s favorite because he found the whole story hilarious while Atsushi found it annoying and stupid. Lion King was an agreeable favorite though.) The silver hair young adult would take out the pans and ingredients they needed.

It somehow became easy to cook with each other, more than they thought. Dazai would cut the vegetables, the meat or fish and toss it into pan. Atsushi to stir, fry and mix. Making a meal together made them feel human. Like they weren’t trapped in a clay golem created to hold them prisoner. Once everything goes quiet, Dazai will sometimes gaze into the air with empty eyes and softly tell his best friend the horrible shit he has done in the past. Especially what he did in the Port Mafia. Atsushi will listen with an open mind, knowing that one miss-step will cause the other to clamp up.

(He would always turn the stove off at these moments. These nights always took his full attention. Causing her to take deep even breathes to stop her shaking, to keep from spiraling at the thought of her person being like that blasted Headmaster. To try to process and work through the disgust he felt. They would slowly turn to their Osamu and ask in a soft tone if they could hug him. Never once did the idea of blackmail or punishment cross her mind. This would cause the rusted brown eyed male to break and talk about how truly empty he felt with his treatment of Akutagawa. Dazai would always be completely grateful for this and will cling to his tiger.)

In the same way, Atsushi will do the same. Talking about the orphanage and his treatment as if he was there in third person. (This too was never used as blackmail or a way to hurt the younger. In Dazai’s dark, fucked up mind this was the line no one cross.) Of course this led to conversation that neither could talk about. Like the last words of the dying Odasaku or the pain of brutal human experimentation or the hatred Book. Then when it was time to sleep, they will curl up (depending how they were filling that day, they would switch on who was the little spoon) and whisper their deepest, darkest wish they desperately beg would happen. Then they would fall into a comfortable silence as they listen to each other’s heart.

Then agency, mostly Yosano and Kunikida (both having their own sets of problems), don’t really understand why or how this became a tradition.

But Ranpo does.

He always knows.

He knows in the way how they stress on certain jobs then relax once they see the other’s figure. How they smile once they could hear the other’s voice. Could see how they pull each other from the past and enjoy the present. He could see how love and touch-starve these fools are desperately in need of a judgmental free zone. So quietly as he can, Ranpo helps in anyway he can. From babysitting Kyoka to running interference after life n’ death situation.

After all, he was the world’s greatest detective and knows that if one was gone then the other will follow. They were soulmates after all.

Dazai: *says a pick up-line that so bad and cringe worth. Something no one would ever give a second chance to*

Atsushi: *Looks horrified, right eye twitching*

Dazai: *looks at Atsushi, completely proud of himself* Swooning yet?

Atsushi: *Smacks Dazai’s face with both hands, clutching his cheeks tightly. Proceeds to kiss his face aggressively* Of all the stupid! Moronic! How would anyone fall-?!

Dazai: You’re kissing me though?!

Atsushi: I have brain damage!