"No, Mr. Ex Executive of the Mafia, you aren't going to do that. Don't jeopardize your relationship with your partner for something as stupid as this."
She said, taking another puff of the cigarette.
"This isn't stupid, Y/N."
She sighed. Yes, it wasn't stupid. But she knew it was going to happen anytime now. Her and doppo just weren't compatible. He was a conserved idealist, one who never strayed from the metaphorical 'correct path', while she ridiculed the rules that she thought were set by insecure human beings in order to mask their drawbacks. 'A woman is supposed to support her house, and is secondary to her husband'. What bullshit. Pure, misogynistic bullshit. A perfect example of an insecure man trying to ascertain dominance over his wife by making up a shitty rule. Not that Doppo believed in such extreme views, but yeah, he was pretty orthodox, and followed a set of rules that were created by old, dead, 'wise' people, that probably were nutheads. She can't blindly follow something, just because the 'elders say so'. One must set their own rules, form their own opinions and follow them.
She was a sharp and sound woman, one who followed her own moral compass, and didn't think twice while bending the rules if the situation called for it. Now that she thought about it, she wonders why the both of them even were together at all. Maybe it was puppy love, or simply a means to explore how the other kind of mentality worked. Maybe it was just a way to prove that opposites attract. Well, she now knew that they don't. They repel. Only like minded people can live together in harmony.
"You know Y/N, opposites don't attract."
Dazai said after a while.
She was shocked at how he was thinking along the same lines as she was; but was quick to mask her surprise.
"But not all similar people do well in a relationship, either. So how does one figure out if he'll have a chance with someone?"
She fixated her gaze on his dimly lit face, admiring the sharp and chiseled features.
"I feel that people with similar personalities attract."
He took a long drag of his cigarette.
"I don't think so. Think about two depressed people in a relationship. Things can only go wrong in such a situation. "
"Depression isn't a personality, Dazai. It's a disorder, something that can be treated. With proper treatment and guidance, maybe the pair will be able to live in harmony."
She got up, crushing her cigarette in the ash tray.
"I have another one."
"I'm not going to get a smoke. I'm going to sleep. I have to go through a couple of documents with the company, so that I can begin working with them on Monday."
They both went in, Dazai shutting the large German door of the balcony.
"Oh, yeah, you got hired. I completely forgot about that."
She grinned at him, posing and flicking her hair.
"Ofcourse I did. It'll be ridiculous to reject an amazing, talented and beautiful candidate like me!"
Snickers could be heard as they made their way to Dazai's closet.
Pulling out a set of clothes for her, he asked, "So, should I sleep on the couch, or are you OK to give up the bedroom?"
"You literally have four bedrooms, Dazai."
"Oh, but if you sleep on the couch, it'll be like a typical 'girl sleeps at friend's house, who's a boy, and they are only friends' scenario!"
Giggling, she smacks his arm, snatching her clothes and walking to her designated room.
"Shut up, idiot. I'm going to sleep in my room!"
"Technically, it's my room!"
"Oh please! You're my best friend, so technically this is my house!"
"That doesn't even make sense."
"Friends share everything, you know. They share their feelings, food, sometimes houses,"
"Very smart. How convenient 🙄. "
Dazai pouted as he followed her, seating himself on the edge of her bed.
She frequented his place so much, that one of the rooms was practically hers. It even had a few of her soft toys and pillows, and a few books by the bedside.
"Why are you so salty anyways?"
She asked,scooting over to make some space for him. He gladly accepted the extra space, and shifted to sit beside her.
"You didn't share your ice-cream with me."
She furrowed her brows, trying to remember what he's talking about.
Suddenly, she remembered. Her eyes widened, and she began laughing.
"Don't laugh! It hurt my feelings!"
She buckled over, still shamelessly laughing at his face.
"That- that was two months ago!"
...
"Brat, why isn't Dazai here yet?"
Kunikida asked Atsushi, who was completing his paper work.
Atsushi sweatdropped, having no idea where he was. He had been to his mentor's quarters today morning, wanting to wish him a good morning, only to find that he wasn't there.
"I- I don't know, Kunikida-san... he wasn't in his room today morning, so I figured he was here..."
Kunikida's anger was visible, as his face turned red, and if someone looked closely enough, they would spot smoke coming out of his ears.
"I'm going to kill him when he arrives, I swear to God, I'll punch his-"
"Ohoho~ Just who is Kunikida going to beat up?"
Dazai walked through the door, hands in his pockets.
"Dazai, you jerk, you're three hours late! Explain yourself!"
Dazai smirked.
"I don't need to explain anything to anyone."
He tilted his head, glaring at Kunikida with hooded eyes.
"Let alone someone as vile as you."
Atsushi gasped. Dazai had never been hostile towards anyone in the agency before. This was new. And scary. He gulped, deciding to flee from the scene. He grabbed his laptop, and rushed over to an empty cabin.
Kunikida was shocked. Obviously, Dazai knew about his breakup. He didn't expect him to side her, though. He had thought that Dazai will defend him. He recovered quickly, and strode over to Dazai, grabbing his collar.
"Listen to me, this is none of your business-"
Dazai flipped him and pushed him towards the wall. He grabbed Kunikida's collar, and glared down at him.
"No, you listen to me."
His tone sent shivers down Kunikida's spine.
"What you did is unforgivable. Now, face the consequences."
