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...
TW: Cursing, Suicide, Violence SW: The Beauty Is Quiet Like a Stone Statue + Rashomon and the Tiger (Detective Boys + Back in the Day...) RI: Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima (kinda)
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When Akutagawa punched Dazai, you felt bad for the suicidal maniac. He probably deserved it, but you couldn't help yelling out and making sure Akutagawa didn't kill him. Also you hadn't known Akutagawa for long, and it was easy for you to pick sides. Not to mention how unfair of a fight it was. But this... this was a fair fight in your mind. Due to this, you found yourself imitating Ranpo.
"Good dodges, Dazai!"
"Thanks, (Y/N)!"
Chuuya's eyes were narrowed as he kept on trying to punch Dazai but kept on missing him since he kept dodging out of the way. After Dazai got fed up with dodging Chuuya's fists, he delivered his own punch to the ginger's stomach.
Trying to hide your relief that it didn't seem to hurt Chuuya much, you yelled out, "Dazai, that was sad!"
The punch made Chuuya slightly wince before he yelled, "you call that a punch!?" Your eyes widened as Chuuya's punch sent Dazai to the wall.
"G-good punch Chuuya?" You stuttered over your words, hoping Dazai was okay. He might've deserved it (you had no clue how bad he was in the Port Mafia) but you couldn't help but be scared at him getting hurt. It was funny how you could beat up people without a tinge of guilt but when it came to your friends you got concerned for their safety.
"That wasn't even a massage," Chuuya scowled, "your martial arts skills are below average for the Port Mafia. It doesn't even matter that I can't use my ability against you." Then, he lifted his head up, glaring Dazai down. "Now get up. The party's only just getting started."
As he sat down on the ground in front of the wall, Dazai mumbled, "who's side are you on, (Y/N)? Whoopsie daisy..." Dazai slowly stood up before stretching out his arms and sighing, "I thought my arm would get destroyed there. We've known each other for a long time. I'm very familiar with your pacing, moves, and behavior. That's what made me a great partner, right?"
Your eyes widened in realization. That's why they acted like that when they saw each other in my cafe... what did Dazai do that caused Chuuya to hate him so much? Why did Dazai leave the Port Mafia too in the first place?
Suddenly Chuuya launched himself towards Dazai, yelling out, "then I bet you saw this coming too, didn't you?" A punch to the face. "Watch closely now, this is how you punch!" A punch to the stomach.
You were going to compliment Chuuya's punches, but you couldn't help but notice how bad Dazai looked now. He had several scratches on his face and his hair was all matted and wild. Also when the last punch collided with his stomach, a bunch of spit flew from his mouth. His face was twisted into a pained expression.
Before Dazai even had time to breath, Chuuya thrust his hand out against his throat. "Did you really think you could predict all of my moves?" You saw something glimmer for a short second, and you realized what it was too late.
