Souheki Oneshots

I Will Always Be There For You

Trigger warning for self harm

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"Guess who's back, guys!" Ranpo exclaimed, entering the office as he got back from solving a murder case.

The working detectives mumbled their greetings towards him, when he realised a certain brunet was missing from his desk– which was odd since he had been present this morning.

"Hey- uh, wheres Dazai?"

Junichiro perked up from where he was typing out his report on his laptop. "He disappeared a little after you left to go and solve that case with officer Minoura. He said that he was going to go back to his apartment."

Ranpo hums in response and the door closes behind him. He had noticed that Dazai had been a lot less talkative than he usually was and he did have some slightly prominent eyebags. That sort of worried him since Dazai's insomnia had been getting a lot better and he really only showed up to work tired and less talkative when he was having one of his bad days.

"Well I think I'm just gonna go and check on him. Don't miss me too much while I'm gone!" The black haired man then rushed out of the office and in the direction of the agency dorms.

Once he reached the brunet man's apartment he didn't even bother to knock. Partly because Dazai never seems to lock his door and because he probably wasn't going to answer him anyway.

"Dazai?!" He called out as he stepped foot into the messy apartment.

Ranpo made his way over to the bathroom and lightly pushed the door open. "Dazai?" He repeated, quieter this time.

Even though he was expecting to walk in on this, his heart still ached when he saw the bandaged man slumpt against the bathroom wall with blood leaking out of his left arm and a red stained razor in his right.

He let out a shaky breath and stepped over the brunets tan coat which had been carelessly tossed on the floor, surprising in itself since that coat was clearly very important to Dazai.

He opened the bathroom cabinet drawers and was relieved to see that he had antiseptic stored in there. He took it out along with some extra bandages. Then he wet a towel and crouched down before the bleeding man on the floor.

"Can you give me your arm?" He asked softly, but Dazai didn't seem to acknowledge that he was there in the first place.

Ranpo hesitated for a moment before plucking the razor out of his hand and gently taking ahold of his arm. He cleaned up the blood on his arm as much as he could with the wet towel before rubbing on the antiseptic. He then attempted to rewrap Dazai's bandages. It was a bit messier than it would of been if Dazai had done it but it was fine nonetheless.

He then got up to go and throw the blood-soaked towel and bandages into the trash when a hand latched itself onto his trousers.

He looked down to see Dazai's bottom lip trembling and his eyes wide in fear as he spoke for the first time since Ranpo had gotten there. "Please don't go..."

The black haired man swallowed a lump in his throat as he took in the brunet man's heartbroken expression. "I'm not leaving... I just need to and throw this away. Will you be able to wait here for a couple of seconds for me?"

Dazai's hand dropped as he nodded slowly.

"Okay. I'll try to be as quick as I can, alright?" Ranpo went and disposed of the dirty towel and bandages as fast as he could before returning to Dazai in the bathroom, who hadn't moved from his original spot.

He again crouched down beside him and tapped him on the shoulder "I think you should get changed into some different clothes, yeah?" He said as he noticed the blood stains on his shirt and trousers.

Dazai nodded silently and Ranpo rose to his feet and held out his hand for the brunet to take. Dazai took it and shakily pulled himself up off the ground and leant against Ranpo's side for stability.

He led him into Dazai's bedroom and sat him down on his futon. The black haired detective then went over to his dresser and rummaged through it in search of some soft clothes the bandaged man could wear. He settled on a plain black shirt along with some grey sweatpants.

He turned back to Dazai with the clothes tucked in the crook of his arm. He placed them down beside him. Dazai picked them up but just aimlessly fumbled around with them.

"Uhm... would you like me to– y'know– help you get changed..?" A blush crept up Ranpo's neck and Dazai visibly tensed up.

It took him a total of around 10 seconds before he answered. "If you don't mind..."

Ranpo gave a short nod and began quickly making a work of unbuttoning Dazai's striped blood-stained shirt. He pulled it over his shoulders and he quickly replaced it with the plain black one. He then began to pull of Dazai's trousers and replaced it with the sweatpants.

"Done."

Dazai let out a pleased sigh at the feel of fresh clothes and laid back on his futon patting the place beside him.

Ranpo furrowed his brows in confusion before he realised that Dazai wanted him to lay down next to him.

The normally confident detective blushed for the second time in the span of two minutes.

"You want me to lay with you..? Alright..."

He discarded his hat and his black loafers and then crawled into the futon beside Dazai. The younger detective then nestled his head into the black haired man's chest and in return he draped one of his arms lazily over the taller mans waist and let his other one rest in Dazai's head of curly brown hair. Dazai sighed contentedly against his chest as Ranpo's fingers began to massage themselves though his hair and then pulled the covers over the both of them.

They laid in silence for a couple of minutes before it was broken by Ranpo. "Do you want to speak about it? Y'know, what's bothering you? It's completly fine if you don't want to though."

"No... I'm sorry, I just–"

"No need for that apologising. Like I said, it's completly fine if you don't want to. I just want you to know though, if you're ever feeling like you want to hurt yourself again, don't be afraid to just call me. Theres no need to suffer by yourself, and I will always there for you, no matter what it is, okay?"

The bandaged man took a second to process what he had just said. "I'll try to."

Ranpo smiled and ruffled his hair.

"And Ranpo?" Said Dazai quietly, turning his head up to face him.

"Hm?" Ranpo looked down to face him as well. Dazai averted his eyes before whispering so lowly that Ranpo thinks he's lucky to even have heard what he said.

"Thank you for coming..."