ᴄᴏɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇ; 企む╎ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫è𝐬

⧼⧾⧽ ⧼⧾⧽ ⧼⧾⧽ ⧼⧾⧽ ⧼⧾⧽ ⧼⧾⧽

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'don't romanticize the epidemy of living. there is no light because there is no dark.'
-lethalical

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⧼⧾⧽ atsushi was faced with three very peculiar things the next morning. one- a person standing over a sleeping kunikida, stroking his head like a cat, two- dazai surprisingly making some type of food, at least he thought with the smell that wafted through agency and three- the person themselves.

they had been cleaned better over night, after naomi had met them, both had immediately clicked and ran away. having come back almost three hours later, them now clad in fuzzy socks, new bandages, large grey sweatpants and a huge oversized black hoodie. their hair had been washed out and dried, now hanging a little under their shoulder. 

none of them knew what the hell they were saying. they had been babbling to a sleeping kunikida, in what junichiro had thought was swedish or a western language. which promptly earned him a slap in the face from them.

"je parle à français, tu mettre à pied voulez-vous?" 

"maybe russian?" 

another slap.

"i feel like you're drifting further and further away from the actual answer." dazai chuckled, flipping the charred pancake on a frying pan.

"well i don't know!" junichiro exclaimed, wringing his hands furiously in front of himself.

"maybe finn-"

"save yourself the hassle." kunikida mumbled, lightly detaching their hand from his hair and sitting upwards.

obviously confused at why he had sat up, they plopped down next to him. peering intently into his face. their e/c eyes scanning his jawline just like a child would eye candy. atsushi doubted they had ever tasted candy, let alone seen any.

"when did they arrive?" he asked, now sitting on a couch opposite them both.

"late last night." dazai said "an hour or so after you left."

atsushi just frowned, of course he had missed a new person arriving mysteriously in the middle of the night. his luck was splendid.

"don't pout." naomi slapped his chin, "it wasn't a pretty sight, it took me a while to make them look somewhat less grotesque."

atsushi let his gaze wander to them again. it was true that they looked significantly better than what dazai had described when he first saw them. the once bloody bandages had been replaced with those similar to the ones that adorned dazai's mangled arms. their face, was still gaunt and gray. almost identical to atsushi's when he had been kicked out of the orphanage. they looked like a better taken care of widow, a widow that might've killed their spouse.

they rose off of the dark couch and began walking over to dazai. naomi, kunikida, junichiro and atsushi alike watched as they peered over his shoulder and stared intently at the pancakes.