A bunch of unrelated fics of SKK.
(Mostly centered around Hurt Chuuya and Comforting/Caring Dazai.)
Total Word Count: 125k+
Note: I take no credits for this fic. Itʼs currently an on-going series on ao3, posted by a friend of mine. Iʼve already ask...
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Summary: Kunikida had shouted at him a lesser amount than usual. There werenʼt many cases to be dealt with, which meant almost no paperwork to be done. Not that Dazai actually ever did any of his paperwork. But today wasnʼt a busy day.
The day hinted at the perfect opportunity to annoy his Partner, Nakahara Chuuya.
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Chapter 2: Integrity, Faith And Crocodile Tears
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“Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year And terrors don't prey on innocent victims.”
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Yokohama hadnʼt been this peaceful in months.
The birds chirped happily, the afternoon sun didnʼt feel uncomfortable against his skin, the bandages wrapped around his body didnʼt feel oppressive, the gentle breeze danced across his tan coat, rippling it in the pleasant wind. His hair swayed, his body felt warm, the beginning of Spring making itself known.
Something was definitely bound to go wrong.
So much had happened in the past year. The war with The Guild, the Shibusawa Incident, the annoying ability user that was siding with that rat, Fyodor. Capturing them, putting them in the places they belong. It was hectic, to say the least, so Dazai was going to enjoy this peaceful day by causing trouble.
Kunikida had shouted at him a lesser amount than usual. There werenʼt many cases to be dealt with, which meant almost no paperwork to be done. Not that Dazai actually ever did any of his paperwork. But today wasnʼt a busy day.
The day hinted at the perfect opportunity to annoy his Partner, Nakahara Chuuya.
Granted, him and Chuuya were on questionable terms. Being on opposite sides, rivals to each other, previous partners, they didnʼt have a middle ground they could stand on. As much as they argued and threw insults back and forth at each other, there was still a tense atmosphere surrounding them sometimes. It didnʼt help that Dazai was a traitor to that very organization, and automatically a traitor to his Partner. But that didnʼt matter right now, he needed to keep them at the middle ground that barely existed.
He hummed his suicide song, leaning back in his chair as he plotted on what to do. He could break into the Chibiʼs apartment and replace all his wine with vinegar. Or maybe he could put itching powder in all those ugly fedora hats the Hatrack loved so much. He could also put hair dye in all those fancy hair products Chibi liked to use.
But first, heʼd have to find an excuse to get out of work.
He turned to Atsushi, instantly noticing the sudden frozen frame of his mentee, before Atsushi turned to him slowly.
