𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Keep An Eye On The Sidewalk (Or On Chuuya)

It's a sunny day in Yokohoma, but even when it's sunny— It's still freezing. It's early in the morning, as always. Such is a day in a detective's life, afterall! No pain, no gain.

(Or in this case, no blue fingers, no gain.)

"Aye-aye, captain." He says blandly, shoving his hand in his coat pocket. "I swear, you bandage-squandering bastard! You better arrive in ten minutes or else you'll be late and my schedule will be ruined!" Ah, another reason to be late. "But Kunikida-kun, it's so cold here! I just checked, the temperature is negative one degrees celsius!" He isn't lying.

His hand—that's currently very exposed to the elements— is shivering around his phone. He would've bought gloves, or a scarf, but his salary isn't the best.

"I don't care, Dazai, just get here on time."

"Kunikida is so apathetic, no room for empathy in his cold, small heart." He grumbles under his breath, eliciting a loud shout from Kunikida and then hangs up.

"Hehe." Satisfied with himself, he begins to shove his hand into his pocket and fidget with his fingers, anything to keep him from thinking of the absurd temperature today.

He stares above the road, clear of any tall buildings so he can see the sun. It's mesmerizing, to say the least— It's surrounded by white, fluffy clouds and the lighting of the star is set onto the ground, making it a nice yellow-orange color. He sort of regrets looking into it for so long, becasue when he looks away, there's a black spot in his vision where the sun would have been—

"Hey, watch out—!"

Thud.

He falls to the ground, which probably looked pathetic from an outsider's view and lands on his butt.

"Ouch." He whines, rubbing his head meekly.

He looks up in front of him and sees a pole, a pole, that he had just ran into. Like an idiot. Dazai Osamu was many things, idiot was not one of them! Clearly, this stranger thinks very differently.

"Watch where you're going, you idiot. It was hilarious watching you fall on your ass but be careful next time." He sees a hand reach out to him in the corner of his eye and he's got thousands of insults prepared for this incredibly rude stranger—

Oh.

Oh.

Somehow, all his insults have been swallowed by those frozen-tundras-for-eyes. His hand stills mid-air as he was reaching for the leather gloved hand and was planning to pull him down too, but—

Suddenly, that same gloved hand yanks him up to his feet, and now; He is a wide-eyed idiot who's currently staring at this incredibly, impossibly gorgeous stranger—!

"Oi, you're gaping like a dead mackarel. What's up? Don't tell me you got a concussion from that sad head-to-metal thing..." The stranger crossed his arms and juts his lips out. His lips are hideously— beautifully— pink, not dry and very tempting. Something in his brain explodes, or it's just his brain.

Stop it Dazai. You're in the law work force, do not go down that deep, deep rabbit hole.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you brain-dead?" Ah, his voice is deep and strangely alluring, it's like a bunch of angels singing in a choir—

He should respond. Now.

"Uh. Thank you for helping me up?"

"Why are you so unsure of what to say, you mackerel!"

This gorgeous stranger certainly does have an explosive temper. He can feel the heat radiating off of him.