Bungou Stray Dogs Oneshots

Unravel - Dazai

You had first started dating Dazai half a year ago. After being a partial - note when you say partial - casualty of The Dragon Head Conflict, you were beginning to realise the risks of his job, but not necessarily the reasons for his noteworthy career.

Sure, it was admirable that he put his life on the line for others, but...

He was suicidal.

Which normal death-desiring man purposefully eluded death?

At times, he really just didn't make sense to you.

But after those crazy three months - where the Agency and Mafia were set against the most infamous and prominent foreign organisations - he had become... softer, you could say. Hand-holding when you both went on errands, more attentive when you took long walks together, kisses on the forehead if he had to leave you even for just a moment.

It was truly perplexing. But he had a reason for it, you knew, so you'd just have to wait around until he told you.

BEEP

17:00

The digital clock on Kunikida's desk beeps the end of your working hours. but you still need to submit your report for the cult murder case. A lawyer working on a lawsuit against a doomsday cult disappeared with his wife and child. It was later discovered that the members of the cult had killed him, his young wife and three year old child, thereafter burying the corpses.

The amount of paperwork for the murder of a lawyer is insane, you wouldn't finish for another hour. And you'd been working on it since 08:00. You sigh deeply and stretch. A pair of smooth hands with long, tapered fingers cover your eyes.

"Guess who?" a soft voice murmurs in your ear.

You smile and pretend to think. "Is it... Kenji?"

"Nope."

"Is it Atsushi?"

"Uh uh."

"Ranpo?"

"Definitely not."

"Then... Chuuya?"

"Like hell!" The hands are removed instantly, and you look around to see the dark-haired male, partially turned away from you and pouting. "So mean! You thought I was that slug? I'm not forgiving you for this one!"

You laugh and wrap you arms around him from behind, finding his hands and taking them in your own, linking your fingers and rubbing circles over his knuckles. You rest your head on his back, you barely reach his neck standing up, "Please? I was teasing, Dazai... that simpleton is nowhere near as nice as you, not to mention cute, loving, adorable, handsome-"

"Right? I'm by far way more handsome than that midget!"

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"You realise I'm almost exactly the same height as him?"

"Sure, but your not small at all. Your just big enough for me to be the big spoon when we cuddle, to pick you up and have your feet almost two feet off the ground, for me to properly reach all your best places when I'm fuc-"

"Shut up! Don't say that here!" You hastily cover his mouth and he smirks. He turns slightly, looking into your e/c eyes with his chocolate coloured orbs.

He leans back and rests his head in your lap, flinching almost unnoticeably, but you know him well enough to see the lines of pain that cross his face. You chew your lip, but don't say anything.

With Dazai's head resting on your lap, an hour passes in comfortable stillness. With one of your hands stroking his hair, the other typing away at your keyboard, the tap-tap of the keys and his slow breathing are the only sounds in the room.