Odasaku's Last Wish (Dazai X Male!Reader)

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"You look terrible." Dazai said with a smug look on his face. (Y/n) laughed lightly, shaking his head a little bit. "I know, but that's what twelve hours of work without break does to you." He said teasingly. "You should rest, are you sure you're okay with me being here?" Dazai asked, genuinely concerned. "No no, it's fine. I've been needing some company anyway." (Y/n) sat on the couch patting the spot next to him, inviting dazai to sit. "What about dear dusty, she not enough for you?" Dazai jokingly mention as he sat down, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Oh she's great company, just the fact that she can't talk and regularly brings me dead things is kind of a no from me." It was dazais turn to chuckle at (Y/n)'s response. They kept joking around and poking fun at eachother. Telling eachother what had happend while they weren't with eachother, going into more detail than a few days before. "You guys took in kyouka?!" (Y/n) said fairly surprised. He had grown close to kyouka as he was one of her main caretakers other then kouyou. (Y/n) had grown quite attached to the little girl, and was glad to know she was in good hands. "Yes, and she's got a new 'mentor' of sorts. His name is atsushi, and he's doing pretty good with introducing day-to-day life to her." Dazai said, a look of proudness adorned his face. "Let me guess, you hired atsushi?" (Y/n) asked his clearly still proud friend, lightly jabbing him in the side with his elbow. "Oh you know me so well." He answered. (Y/n) didn't know, nor did he ever need to know, but it sometimes scared the ex-mafioso how well he could see through his facade. (Y/n) somehow always knew when he was happy, sad, angry, proud or anything else really. He just seemed to always know, and not being able to hide this vulnerability from him scared dazai. It scared him to death. Though, it also brought him a sense of security. Knowing he had someone that knew when his mood was deeper than in the dumps, scraping the bottom of the container, spilling with endless words of frustration sadness and trauma. Even when they where still part of the mafia, (Y/n) seemed to always know what to say, to always touch at the right time, to not be upset or angry when dazai had lashed out at him. He had always been patient and kind to those around him, which always made dazai wonder why? Why had someone so genuinely kind and caring joined in on such a dark community. Noticing the shift in dazais mood, (Y/n) asked. "Dazai, is everything alright?" Again, it baffeled him, how he could tell that his mood had shifted, shen for others he just seemed zoned out. "I've always wondered, why did you join the mafia in the first place? And at such a young age at that." Dazai answered barely above a whisper, it intrested the man to great extent. "Why, you ask?" Dazai nodded, looking (Y/n) in the eyes, his deep brown eyes devoid of emotion, they where always like that, but everytime (Y/n) saw them straight on staring into his (eye color) eyes, he couldn't help but feel a shiver go down his spine. "I joined because, I needed the money for my mother. She was terminally ill at the time, and as you can probably guess. She didn't make it. It gave us some more time together, but in the end." (Y/n) didn't realise a tear slip past his eyes, a liquid form of his emotions balling up and being wiped away by the friend he had so dearly missed. Even if this was their second meeting, it still felt surreal. Like a lucid dream he never wanted to wake up from, but he knew it was real, the sensation was to authentic. The feeling of his calloused hand gently placed on his cheek, the same way he had done when they had reunited. His slender thumb rubbing away the single tear. Dazai outstreched his arms, and (Y/n) immediately hugged dazai, the embrace being enough to make him feel warm inside.