Dazai knew how to get to her house. Two turns to the right and another to the left from the agency. He knew the passcode of her buildings' door. He knew exactly how many steps there were from the entrance to her front door. He had a key to her flat.
He shouldn't, though. They didn't know each other.
That wasn't right. They knew of each other. And they met once. But they didn't know each other. He had no reason to observe her from afar so often, no reason to have the key to her house (which she changed constantly out of paranoia), nor any reason to want to protect her above all. In fact, as she was aware of a constant presence watching over her, no matter if a demon waiting for the best moment to take her soul or an angel ensuring her well-being, the choice to not interact was obvious.
He had vowed to himself he wouldn't get in her life more than he already did. He had vowed to himself to respect her privacy and, most of all, her need to be by herself. However, he couldn't help but be, once again, at her door. Despite what his mind told him, that, as much as the auburn-haired male had been his close friend, she wouldn't want to see the man that had brought her the news of her deceased fiancée, he was still right there, at her front door.
And this time, Dazai Osamu did something stupid. Something that wasn't in his plans.
He knocked on her door. Not once, but twice.
He gulped, slightly nervous, heart drumming against his ribcage. Had it been any other woman, he would know how to push them off their feet and right into his arms. He'd know what to say to keep a good image, an attractive one. But this wasn't any woman. He wasn't prepared. He acted before thinking. He should-
The door opened, revealing a woman with delicate features. The woman he swore was porcelain. The woman he wouldn't ever consider someone like others. The woman he swore to protect in his friends place.
It wasn't in his plans. Having her scrutinizing stare on him made him ashamed of himself. Yet there she was, in all of her broken glory, a yellow scarf around her neck he still remembered from that dreaded day. One that framed her complexion harmoniously with a few locks of her hair. And when she finished taking in his presence, her innocent yet dull eyes locked with his own dark brown ones, sucking him in to another dimension altogether.
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... Who was he kidding? It wasn't in his plans? Dazai Osamu never messed up. At least not with an encounter as easy to avoid as this one.
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Reminiscence
FanfictionA collection of intertwined one-shots in the Bungou Stray Dogs universe. They can be read in any order, but there is an overarching timeline. I do not own BSD. It belongs to its creator. I only own [Name] [Last Name]'s way of acting in this book. Im...
