Angsty bsd short stories. (Majority is not all.)

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Kunikida and Dazai had always been an unlikely duo. Kunikida was the serious, by-the-book member of the Armed Detective Agency, while Dazai was the carefree and unpredictable one. But despite their differences, they had developed a close bond over the years, one that went beyond their work as detectives.

One day, as they were finishing up a case, Kunikida suggested they go out for drinks. Dazai readily agreed, and they headed to a nearby bar. They ordered a round of drinks and settled in, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.

As the night wore on, Kunikida began to relax, his shoulders loosening and a smile appearing on his face. Dazai was always able to put him at ease, to make him forget about the weight of the world for a while.

But then, as they were leaving the bar, something happened. A group of thugs had been causing trouble outside, and when Kunikida tried to intervene, they turned on him. Dazai quickly jumped in to defend him, but he was outnumbered, and soon both of them were on the ground, bruised and bloodied.

Kunikida was furious. How could Dazai have been so careless, so reckless? He had put them both in danger, and for what? To prove some point?

Dazai tried to apologize, but Kunikida wouldn't hear it. He stormed off, leaving Dazai alone in the alleyway.

Days turned into weeks, and Kunikida refused to speak to Dazai. He was still angry, still hurt by what had happened. He couldn't understand how someone he trusted so deeply could have been so careless with his life.

Meanwhile, Dazai was wracked with guilt. He knew he had messed up, had put Kunikida in danger, and he didn't know how to make it right. He tried to apologize again and again, but Kunikida was still too angry to listen.

Finally, one night, Kunikida showed up at Dazai's apartment. Dazai was surprised to see him, but he welcomed him in, hoping that maybe this was a sign that Kunikida was ready to forgive him.

They sat in silence for a while, the tension thick between them. Finally, Kunikida spoke up.

"I don't understand you, Dazai," he said. "You're always so reckless, so careless. Do you not value your own life, or mine?"

Dazai looked down, ashamed. "I know I messed up," he said. "I shouldn't have put us in danger like that. I just...I get so caught up in the moment sometimes, I forget about the consequences."

Kunikida sighed. "I just worry about you, Dazai. You're so important to me, and I don't want to lose you."

Dazai looked up at him, his heart racing. He had always known that Kunikida cared for him, but to hear him say it so plainly, so honestly, made his heart swell with emotion.

"I care about you too, Kunikida," he said softly. "More than anything."

Kunikida looked at him, his eyes softening. "I know," he said. "And I care about you. That's why I'm here, why I wanted to talk to you. I don't want to lose you either."

Dazai reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You won't," he said. "I promise."

They sat there for a while longer, talking quietly, their hands still clasped together. The tension had dissipated, replaced by a sense of comfort and familiarity.