Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Dazai Osamu- Burning Love

Warnings: Angst, PM Dazai , Character Death, Oda died but he didn't leave the mafia yet

Pronouns- Dazai-(He/They) (M/N)-(He/Him)

Gifts- Dazai- No Longer Human (M/N)- Below the Surface- the ability to control any form of lava and fire mimicking the inner part of earth. Can control any form of fire not caused by him, downside- he isn't immune to the fire meaning it could still kill him. Dazai's ability can't nullify the burns created, though

Third PersonPOV:

Dazai Osamu was 17 years old when he met the love of his life, not that the other knew. No it wasn't Chuuya Nakahara, though everyone thought that for some reason which always baffled Dazai. It was (L/N)(M/N), a member of the Black Lizards. He was extremely skilled for his ripe age of 16, almost as skilled as Dazai. Chuuya reminded him of (M/N), same personality and skills, and the ability to kill himself because of his ability. 

(M/N) groaned, feeling the nurse put ointment on his burns. He hissed at the cold sting and freezing air in his lungs. He flinched unintentionally, earning a small chuckle from the nurse, bandages, wrapping his arms and chest. 

"You're good to go, sir." She smiled at (M/N), allowing him to get off the plastic chair. 

"Thank you, ma'am." He thanked politely, waving before leaving the small room. 

"You look just like me don't you (M/N)." Dazai chuckled, pushing himself off the wall with his black boots, arms crossed with a small smirk on his bandaged face.

"Yeah I guess, Dazai." (M/N) rolled his eyes, walking the other way, though a small blush popping up on his face, leaving Dazai to stand alone, smiling in content.

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The next day, (M/N), Chuuya, and Dazai stood almost lifelessly in front of Mori's desk as he explained a mission. 

"So Chuuya and Dazai will be the bait, letting (L/N) sneak in the back. You will burn all of those guns, won't you?" He smirked at (M/N), who nodded numbly, earning weird glances from his co-workers. 

"Okay, get going then." Mori shooed the group out of his office, turning his attention back to Elise. 

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"So (L/N)-chan, are you good to go?" Dazai asked, circling (M/N) with a broken smile on his face; Chuuya kicked him in the back. 

"Leave him alone Dazai, let's go. Good luck (L/N)." Chuuya cut Dazai off from continuing, ushering him towards the front of the building. 

(M/N) nodded, slinking into the dark treeline that surrounded the warehouse. His dead eyes shifted back and forth at each guard, sneaking closer to the back door, avoiding the lazy guards. 

He lit small flames on the tips of his scarred fingers, creeping towards the lone guard standing in front of the back door, machine gun in hand. 

He jumped out from behind the trees, landing in front of the guard. 

"He-" He was cut off, (M/N) immediately pulling him into a headlock. 

"Shh." He whispered, hot lava dripping from his hands onto the horrified guard. 

The burly man shook against the frail 16, feeling hot lava burning his skin and clothes off, soon bursting into flames. (M/N) jumped back, avoiding more serious burns. Fortunately for him his hands were fireproof. 

He turned to the door, attempting to open it, though a lock clearly prevented him. 

"Man, this was supposed to be easy." The teen sighed, setting the door ablaze, the now hot metal, melting quickly.