I want to be an idle teen.
By - [Anonymous]
On - [Gay anon writes gay shit]
Part - [16]
Website - [AO3/ Archive of our own]
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What would've happened if Dazai never left and INSTEAD became the boss? And he came across an...interesting little...
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That's how he got here. In a building that seemed more like a shooting ground than anything else.
With a full belly and fear.
With his thoughts a jumbled mess and the shine of the full moon overwhelming.
"Are you sure you can take care of the tiger?" He found himself asking as he tapped his shoulder impatiently, waiting for the bastard to come around.
"Yup. With a single touch, actually." The brunet shrugged, his red haired partner gone off to 'get drunk enough to deal with him' and left them by themselves.
He nodded at the words, as he felt the weird, familiar knot in his stomach tighten.
Here it came. It was a feeling that never betrayed him.
The light behind his eyes seemed to be fading and something similar to dizziness took over, mind going blank.
The feeling inside of his stomach exploded, body falling, hell, at least it felt like his body fell, bones broke, mind spiraled, because everything he saw was hazy .
And before he knew it, he felt a touch against his forehead,
Which made him actually drop.
Into someone's arms.
His vision was way too fuzzy for him to see whose.
"Caught you, little tiger." The breathy voice giggled, almost hyper as he put his forehead against the man's shoulder, eyes closing.
Before he got let go and released against the cold, cold floor.
"Now, how should I deal with you?" Was the last thing he heard, as the overwhelming darkness consumed him whole.
He was so damn exhausted.
The ombre eyes blinked open, after a second, an hour, a day, maybe a year, he decided as he groaned in pain, everything aching.
He realized two things.
One, he was on a soft bed.
Two, he was not somewhere familiar.
His eyes traced around in panic, before he got his forehead flicked again by the man he saved from the river, causing him to remember what the hell happened.
"The tiger," He began to question, before getting bonked again.
"You're the tiger, dumbass." The brunet tsked, making him blink.
"What?"
Dazai disapprovingly shook his head as he crossed his arms, the redhead from before walking inside the....apartment (?) as well.
"I mean, seriously. How did you not realize? It follows you wherever you go, like a shadow, you never see it but you know it's stalking you." The man rolled his eyes, as he sat on the armchair by the soft couch.
