After a troublesome and traumatic past, (Y/N) (L/N) joins the Armed Detective Agency as well as operating a part-time job at their family's nearby cafe. After dealing with everyone's shenanigans for countless months, (Y/N) seems to expect their life...
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"What kind of name for a dog is Dragonfly?"
"I just thought that would sound cool or something, don't judge me."
"It's too late, I'm already judging you."
Currently, you and Chuuya sat in the cafe at a table, arguing over names for a dog if Chuuya ever got one. He had a hot cup of coffee in front of him, and you had made green tea for yourself. He had his hat back on his head, and he looked a lot more normal now.
He opened up his mouth to speak until a bell could be heard at the door, signaling a person's entrance. "Hey, is this where you work Lotus Blossom?"
You let your head fall down onto the table the moment you recognised the voice, failing to notice Chuuya's shocked expression, his mouth open in shock and his eyes widening in worry.
"I better not see my suicidal co-worker when I turn around," you murmured, slightly lifting up your head and shifting around in your seat to let yourself look behind you. You already knew that it was definitely Dazai entering your cafe, but you still couldn't help but let out a sigh once you saw his cocky grin as he waved to you. "How the hell did you find this place? Only Ranpo, Fukuzawa, and Atsushi know where this is."
Not answering your question, Dazai walked over to the table and leaned on it, grinning oddly at Chuuya, who fixed a glare at him. "I believe this must be the customer you talked about."
Chuuya's eyes widened a bit at that as he asked, "wait, (Y/N) talks about me?" He knew Dazai had heard about him frequenting your cafe, but he didn't know how much you talked about him.
"Not much," you exclaimed, trying not to seem like an oversharer of information. "I've kept true to my word. I haven't told anyone your name so far. It turns out that one of my coworkers, Atsushi, has heard about you through my sister."
Dazai smirked as Chuuya's glare returned back on the suicidal maniac. "Ah, okay then." He then held out a hand. "I'm Chuuya Nakahara. Who the fuck are you?"
"Calm down Chuuya," you scolded him, eyes narrowing in confusion. Sure, sometimes he seemed rude and slightly overprotective of you to other customers, but it never got to this sort of level.
"Oh, I'm Osamu Dazai." He took Chuuya's hand and you noticed they were both digging their nails into the other's palm. Dazai was making an obviously fake smile as Chuuya simply glared back at him. The handshake lasted longer than necessary, leaving marks in each other's skin.
"Oh, so you're that dumbass." Chuuya scowled, digging his nails deeper into Dazai's hand. "They told me a bit about you and how fucking annoying you are and how you never stop being fascinated with suicide. They constantly talk about how much they hate you."
"I never-"
Dazai's fake grin grew bigger. "Really, now? They once told me that they despise you even more. They say your taste in hats suck. Not to mention they wouldn't shut up about how short you are." The final part caused Chuuya to growl.
