SKK Fluff ( + Crack)

What a CATastrophe

Summary:

Tip-toeing to the edge of the bed, Dazai sat down and immediately flopped face-first into the blankets. A muffled yelp could be heard at the action, before the blankets were ripped off and Dazai finally came face to face with—

“Huh?”

Was Dazai hallucinating or did Chuuya have cat ears?

Or: Chuuya gets hit by an Ability that partially turns him into a cat. Dazai is very pleased by this. (Since he now also has new, fresh blackmail material to tease the Chibi with.)

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Dazai was decidedly not sulking.

The procrastination was totally normal, he never actually did his paperwork in front of his coworkers. It was fun to mess with them when every month on the exact same time, he would submit all of his paperwork, finished immaculately, and watch as the shocked stares followed him. Kunikida had actually asked him the first time it happened whether or not Dazai had been abducted and this was just a fraud standing in front of him. Dazai had laughed so hard, he had tears running down his face.

Safe to say, Kunikida had smacked him upside the head. 

No fun at all, honestly. The blond could be so boring sometimes. Not that Dazai cared, really, when it would never deter him from his mischief. So yes, Dazai was not sulking. He was simply... brooding in his near-future plans containing pranks and a certain Chibi to mess with. The very same Chibi who had cut off any and all contact from Dazai two days prior with only these words over a call, “I need some space at the moment.” and nothing else.

Now, matter of fact, Dazai was not an affectionate person.

However, that only applied to people who werenʼt constantly filled with rage, just waiting to boil over in a tiny, lithe body with bright red hair, azure eyes and a burning flame for a presence that he carried everywhere. It seemed that same person had seemingly dropped off the face of the earth without much warning.

Dazai was not fucking sulking, okay?

He wasnʼt even worried! The brunet was just curious about what his Chibi was up to. Dazai wouldʼve given him the space he wanted, and he had. He had tried his best, but two days later, his patience was wearing thin and Dazai felt like he was going to combust from the sheer pressure of needing to bask in the Chibiʼs large presence (and his extremely comforting hugs, but Dazai would rather kill Mori than admit that to anyone. Though he probably wonʼt need much prompting in killing the man, but hush, you didnʼt hear it from me.)

Anyways, as he was very evidently saying previously.

He was not sulking.

(He definitely was.)

So, with a fool-proof plan in mind, and an eager sort of energy surging through his veins, Dazai disappeared from his office at lunch, having come late already. He didnʼt really care much about the time and details, honestly. Itʼs not like it was much of a busy day today. He could afford some time off. (It was also not like anyone would be able to stop him if he had already set his mind to it, not that they would even try in the first place, aside from Kunikida maybe.)