I want to be an idle teen.

19.Only to find

Chuuya's eyes landed upon the brunet, still laying on their subordinate's lap, wide awake yet content with just laying there, on the boy's thigh, hand caressing it, almost petting the tiger's leg, tenderly.

And as he watched, he realized two things. One, his head was pounding. Two, they fell asleep on the boy and probably crushed him during the night.

The redhead groaned in pain as he moved, the pain seemingly moving with him as he grimaced, with the brown eyes of his long term friend looking up at him at the subtle noise.

"Morning, Chibi-kun." The man grinned, voice hoarse and smile filled with its usual numbness, no real emotion behind it, as always.

"Morning, bastard." He muttered in turn, as he rubbed his temple, realizing that his hat was off.

And also realizing that the boy's coat was laid on his shoulders.

Considerate little shit, the mafioso thought with a small smile, pulling the coat closer to himself and enjoying the warmth.

He took a look at the said little shit, staring at the peacefully sleeping boy.

Atsushi had a face you just couldn't hate. A kind of an ethereal look to him, unique, as unique as that atrocious haircut he somehow pulled off.

The uneven hair that seemed to be all lengths at once, framed his chiseled face perfectly.

His lips were slightly opened, head leaned back and body relaxed, one hand around Dazai and one that was just on his shoulder falling onto the couch as the executive moved to stretch.

"You really are a bastard." Chuuya mumbled, after a bit of silence, making Dazai chuckle.

"Yeah, I am. But, he is too comfortable for me to move." The man shrugged, as he turned and reached out, to touch the tiger's cheek.

He watched as the brunet trailed the boy's features, watched as Dazai seemingly tried to trace them in, to make sure his fingertips memorised every little crevice of that youthful face.

"You know I'm not calling you a bastard because of that." The redhead rolled his eyes, as he leaned back into the couch and popped his neck, feeling a bit of an ache from the uncomfortable sleeping position.

"I know. But I won't acknowledge the reason why you're calling me a bastard, Chuuya." His boss let out, as his hand dropped, eyes connecting with the blue ones.

"Do you feel like you fucked up?" Was all Chuuya could ask, as he stared at his friend, or what remained.

"I don't feel anything." The man said, as he looked back up at Atsushi.

And to his pleasant surprise, he lied.

Chuuya could tell . By now, he could tell that the subtle switch in Dazai's expression meant that he was lying.

The almost impossible to catch, tongue darted across his teeth, the action barely visible to a naked eye.

But still, it gave him a single spark of hope.

"Doesn't he look so fragile, right now?" Dazai suddenly asked, as his fingers reached out and tucked a strand of silvery white hair behind Atsushi's ear, making the redhead blink.

"What do you mean?" He found himself asking, as he spared the boy another look, his eyes analysing the way that the boy slept soundlessly.

"I mean….sometimes, when I look at him, I feel like he'll break." The brunet spoke, his tone cold and wistful, making him understand.

Dazai was scared that he'll die if he carried on, the way that he is.

And he supposed he too had the same weird feeling. The boy was kind, thoughtful and stubborn all at once. He had that annoying good side to him which made him unable to ever harm someone seriously, he had the most gut wrenching of expressions whenever he even thought that danger might hit those undeserving of it, and he was so damn righteous to the point where it made Chuuya sick.

People like that never lasted long in their world, he realized.

"He's too damn stubborn to die." The redhead sighed, as he tried to hold onto the hope that the boy would get his shit together, or at the very least become strong enough to not have to hurt the weak to survive.

"We have to train him. Harshly , if needed." Dazai muttered under his breath, as his fingers trailed across the boy's face again, eyes lingering a bit too much on the tiger's features.

There was an odd feeling, blooming somewhere in Chuuya's chest.

"And we will. We'll also protect him, if needed." The sentence that came out of his lips made Dazai turn to him, eyes full of wonder. "His ability is useful and I think that he's a good addition to the team." He explained, trying his best to rationalise the fact that he wanted the tiger to be safe.

"I agree with that. He's good." The brunet muttered, surprisingly, quietly, voice filled with something beside the usual cheery facade.

"You know, I think I could get used to having him around." The boss said, all of a sudden, face filled with a strange possessiveness. "I don't want to move him off to the dorm." He explained, as he turned to look at Chuuya.

"Do…do you want him to permanently stay here?" The redhead asked, as he tilted his head. Because Osamu doesn't just want human interaction. He doesn't want people in his house. He doesn't need another human's presence.

"Yeah."

The confession felt almost unreal. He almost expected to wake up and realize that he only dreamt of it. But, even as he blinked, he didn't wake up.

This was real. Dazai really wanted someone by his side.

"He's entertaining. I don't feel bored with him around."

There was a strange emotion, in that cold tone, one that Chuuya couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Besides, this is a big house. It does feel more…homely, to come back to someone waiting for you." The brunet smiled, one of those lazy smirks painting his face, one that Chuuya didn't see for a while.

"Yeah…yeah, we can do that. I mean, I think he enjoys it here." The redhead mumbled, out of breath, as he spared the boy a glance.

"So, why fix it if it ain't broken, I guess."

The way Dazai grinned probably meant trouble, hell, he wasn't even sure about how the boy would feel about the proposal.

But, something about the way that the sleeping tiger cradled the brunette's head closer to himself, almost protectively, when the man moved, told him that Atsushi would be fine with their decision, nonetheless.

-RAN-

Dazai the type of guy to see a boy on the streets and go "Is anybody gonna take that?" And not wait for an answer lmao