Bungou stray dogs one shots !!

Dazai - Shut up (Prompt #2)

Person B keeps asking weird/strange existential (or otherwise way too deep for 1am) questions and Person A only wants to go to sleep.

. . .

From the moment Dazai had walked through the door, he'd been acting rather strange. 

You knew he struggled rather badly with his mental health but regardless, he'd always try and remain upbeat for most of the day. Today however, he was the most sluggish and tired you had ever seen him be in a long time.

Despite his apparent tiredness, he was still awake now at one in the morning, his arms snaked around your waist. This way, there would be no way he could escape from his interrogation of random questions that popped up in his head. 

"Have you ever realised that a different version of you exists in everyone else's head?" 

You sighed. At least, he seemed quite relaxed, you couldn't actually relax yourself with the endless questions and the slight worry that something had happened to Dazai.

"I mean it's weird, right?" He began to play with your hair, twirling it around his finger, "What if we could meet the other versions? Then we could see what certain people really think about us,"

Your hand lay atop of his, welcoming his small touch. With a quick glance to the clock, reading 00:54 am, you shut your eyes once more, "Kunikida would go insane,"

He hummed, almost as if to say, 'what do you mean?'. A lot of the time, he'd pretend to be absolutely innocent, as if he didn't purposefully drive his co-workers over time completely mad. Dazai had admitted to you before that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You had come to the conclusion that maybe that was just the way Dazai's mind works, knowing what he was doing even before the event occurs. He seemed prepared for just about anything, always three steps ahead. 

"I mean, if you put Chuuya or Kunikida in a room full of different yous, they're most definitely going to lose their mind," You yawned, "Who wouldn't,"

He replied almost instantly, though you couldn't see his face, but you could imagine him pouting right now, "Well I don't think a single me would like Chuuya in the room either,"

"Oh please, I'm sure at least one person thinks that you and him have some sort of attraction towards each other,"

Dazai went completely silent for a moment, probably sat in thought. Meanwhile, you thought he would be quiet for good, so you began to relax into the pillows.

Feeling yourself drift off, you jumped at the sound of his voice, "Who would think that,"

With yet another sign, this time it was one of defeat, you had failed to end the conversation. Turning around to face him, your eyes locked with his. Though his face was almost entirely covered by his curly umber hair, you could still faintly see his furrowed eyebrows. 

You smirked, "Enemies to lovers is a popular trope, you know? I'm sure some sick bastard thinks you two are in denial-"

"No, no, no, shush," His hand covered your mouth, signalling for you to stop talking. It was now that you realised that you were probably not going to be able to sleep after entertaining his antics for so long, "Absolutely not,"

You giggled, "Sure,"

He sat up now, the covers falling off slightly, enough to reveal his collar bones and exposed neck. It pained you to see it almost every time his bandages were removed. On his neck were multiple rope burns, bruises and scars from various attempts. 

Your gaze softened on sight, before shaking it off looking back into his dark eyes. 

"The only person I know sick enough to think of something like that would be you, and considering we are in a relationship, I should hope you don't think that,"

He sounded dead serious, so much that if you hadn't seen the amused look on his face, you would've apologised instantly, believing you had taken it too far, "And for the record, I don't want to be thinking about him right now, especially when I'm spending quality time with my belladonna,"

Dazai flopped back down, his head now on your chest with his arms back in their original position. You smiled, your eyes closed once more as you played with his messy hair, "On the contrary, a room full of yous sounds delightful,"

At this point you were so tired, you spoke any thought that came to mind, not bothering to think it through nor what it would make him ask next. He hummed in response, this time more pleased.

It was quiet now. Both the silence and the comfort of bed mixed together began to pull you away from consciousness. Your mind slipped into emptiness, almost in a dream like state already. Sleep almost completely consumed you, until he opened his mouth again.

"How do you eat an Oreo the correct way? Is there a right way?"

You laughed, knowing full well he was going to keep you up for way longer than you wanted.

(A/N: Only a short one sorry ;-;
after the Sigma oneshot, I had writers block for about a month, but I know I gotta keep updating so)