Dazai Oneshots ✔️

Presents ( ' ∀ ')ノ～ ♡

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You couldn't wait. The smell of cinnamon from your lit candles along with the smell of gingerbread that was baking in the oven, and last but not least the smell of old books and vanilla that belonged to your loving boyfriend, Dazai Osama. You and Dazai were currently sitting on the couch with each other presents; you had gotten Dazai an old vintage-type writer. At the very beginning of your relationship, you happened to notice how much Dazai wrote. When you were cleaning around the house on your days off of work, you would often find tiny poems that Dazai wrote. Some were dark and, depressing while others were things that he wrote to try and describe his love for you. His love poems often left you speechless and warm. He was the love of your life. No one could ever replace your Osama Dazai. No honey brown eyes could match his, no star in the whole universe could match his real smile. God, you were head over heels for this man and clearly, he was the same for you.

Dazai stared at you, hoping you loved his gift. It wasn't much but, he thought about it day and night. He had gotten you a necklace and a handwritten note that he spent hours on at work instead of doing his report much to Kunikiads dismay. The necklace that he gave you was something he saw when he was sneaking off from work. One look at the star necklace in the jewelry shop's display and, he instantly knew. He had to get it for you. The star necklace was clicked with him, giving him inspiration for the note that he was going to give you.

Back to the present time, you had stood up to get the gingerbread cookies out of the oven and had placed them on the coffee table in the living room where Dazai was.

"Go on, Open the gift!" you urged him, you couldn't wait to see his reaction.

"No, no. You open yours,"

It seemed you both wanted to see each other's reaction leading to a battle of who would open their present first. Only one way to solve this predicament. Rock, Paper, Scissors. You guys always solved it this way; to the point where both of you could predict each other's moves. Dazai knew you had memorized his moves, so to add a high chance of winning he switched it up.

You were ready to beat Dazai because his first move was always paper. You already had a smug smirk on your face and, BOOM! You made a scissor motion with your hands while he...balled up his fist making a rock? You were confused.

"Wait! Best out of three! Pleaseee," you begged Dazai

"Whatever you want," he smirked at you.

Two rounds after you were completely dumbfounded. WHAT?! How did his pattern change in a span of like 30 seconds?!? You knew your boyfriend was smart but, you expect at least some mercy from him.

"So, go on, love." he smugly smiled at you.

you signed defeated. You looked down at your gift. It was warped in your (favorite color) warping with a cute bow on top to compliment it. You took the bow off and slowly unwarped the present to be met with a small envelope. Your heart swelled; could it be one of his love sorties? You opened the envelope and saw a necklace taped to a note. You took out the note and the necklace. You took off the necklace and began to read his poem.

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Ur gonna have to think of a poem bro. I can't write poems (ﾉД') I suck at that stuff.

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Dazai watched you carefully he had poured his heart out in that poem. he stared at you with uncertainty before he saw how you were tearing up as you read it.

"Y/n?"

"Oh, Osama. It's perfect," you opened your arms signaling him to hug you.

He chuckled away her nerves before melting into your embrace; you two basked in each other embrace as you hugged him tight and told him how much you loved him.

Dazai loved Christmas for this fact, he got to spend it with you. He no longer felt like an outcast during these times. He finally had someone who loved him for him. He held onto you tightly as if you would fly away if he ever let you go.

You let go of Dazai as he let go of you, you two slowly parted as he held up his gift.

He shook the box big box and felt a big object shift in the box. Perhaps some sort of tech? He unlike you wasn't very mindful of the warping he opened the gift like an excited child on Christmas with stars in his eyes. His eyes widened a bit seeing a typewriter. Oh, a writer's dream come true.

"Y/n," he said your name so lovingly.

You giggled.

"Yessss?"

"I LOVE YOU!~" he launched his lengthy body over to yours, ending him on top of you peppering your face and any other exposed skin with kisses.

The room was filled with laughter and forgotten gifts and cookies. All that mattered at the moment was him and you. You both knew what the best gift was. It was undoubtedly each other.
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