Grief in the Stereo| Dazai X Male Reader

005; Recovery

🎧 Song of the chapter 🎧
I wanna be yours– Arctic Monkeys
'I wanna be your vacuum cleaner,'
'Breathing in your dust,'

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Your POV;

My eyes wearily opened. I turned and saw Dazai next to me, his arm was draped over my chest, I smiled and turned to him.

'How was your long nap?' Dazai smiles as he opens his eyes.
'I don't know..' I chuckle awkwardly at the last bit.
'I read the note.'
'You did?'
'Of course I did.'
'Listen, I expected to die, so...' I frowned slightly.
'I.. wait, no, so did you mean what you wrote?' Dazai looked intrigued by what I had written.
'Regrettably yes,'
'But Y/N.' He paused looking into my eyes, my heart skipped a beat. 'I love you too.'

My face was flushed. What is this overwhelming feeling? My regular facade consisted of happiness and sadness when required, but sometimes it snaps. This was the time where it snaps. I smiled awkwardly and I earned a smile from Dazai.

'Mind if I?' Dazai leant in and looked at my lips, his eyes filled with lust.
'Why not?' I smiled leaning in closer, there was inches in between us.
Dazai closed the distance rather slowly, it was only a quick kiss. As dazai pulls away I can't help smiling.

'The facade is washing away.'

'Osamu, when am I going back to work?'
'You're on a two month mental health leave, but you can come into the agency whenever you like, to see me obviously.' He chuckles and continues. 'Because Im so pretty and hot and you love me,' dazai blinks innocently, '..speaking of which, I have to go to work.' He smiles and kisses my cheek standing up.
'Hey, Osamu?' Dazai smiles over at me mumbling a "hm" as if signifying for me to continue. 'Would you like to be my.. uh.. boyfriend?' He walks over to me hugging my close.
'Duh!' He smiles, kisses my forehead and pulls on his coat.
'Bye bye~' I coo at him smiling.
'Could you maybe come into the agency later? I'm going to miss you so much~!'
'Okay~!' I nod as Dazai walks out the door.

The facade was over. I sat there, looking lifeless. I stared at my arms, surely a few scratches wouldn't hurt? I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a frying pan, my movements were slow, so I used my ability to make me more agile and quick. I make sure to put the pancake mix in properly, flipping it when necessary. After around ten minutes, I had three large pancakes.
I decorated them with Nutella, whipped cream and strawberries. I sat down at the kitchen counter, eating them in silence, as I finished my arms started to bleed, as I had stopped using my ability. I put my dishes in the sink and walked to the bathroom, redressing my arms with bandages. I saw my belongings in the lounge, I reached into my bag and there was my keys. I walked towards my apartment and changed.

I wore mesh gloves, a white ruffled shirt, crimson red vest, knee length socks and high top boots. I walked back to Dazai's house and check the time. 10.28am, a quick trip into some old memories couldn't hurt?

The time continuum. It holds all events in time. I walk through the  spiders silk that holds together every memory, I duck and weave to avoid it getting into my hair. I looked into a memory. Dazai and I, at fifteen. My lips were carved into a smile, and he was clinging his arms around my neck holding up a glass of whiskey. I held a glass of vodka in one hand, and my other wrapped around his arms. It was the day I helped out the famous duo Soukoku. You could see chuuya in the background, completely wasted.

I stepped back into reality and made my way to the agency.

I walked through the door with a grin.
'guess who's back~' I coo as I walk over to dazai and smile.
'I guess Y/N's back,' kunikida looked over at me and I laughed.
'Not quite.'
'Yeah, Kunikidaaa~' Dazai pulls his headphones off and pulls me into a hug, his arms around my neck, my back to his chest.
'So~ you two a thing now?' Ranpo waddles over handing me a lollipop.
'I shan't reveal that information~' I giggle as I pop the lollipop in my mouth.
'Ranpo, whether they fuck or not in their free time is their business.'
'KUNIKIDA JUST USED THE WORD FUCK INSTEAD OF SAYING HAVING SEX??' I look shocked, then I smile stupidly.
'And what he shan't say I will, I, Osamu Dazai, love Y/N' Dazai sways me slightly.
'Whatever-' I groan and pull out the lollipop from in my mouth and put it into Dazais.
'Mm- tastes like you~' I smirk at his response.
'Y/N!! Drive me and Dazai to our case!!' Ranpo pulls on my shirt and I smile.
'Yeah yeah.' I walk down the stairs and open the door to the agency's car.
'Get in loser, we're going shopping.' Dazai reels down the window and stares at Ranpo.

In the car-

'I save dick by giving it cpr~
I save dick by giving it cpr~
Put my mouth on it like cpr~
Lets make porn and watch it on vcr~' Dazai smirks as he sings.

'Ew. Homosexuals.' Ranpo leans forward.
'But you're gay too Ranpo-' Dazai looks back at Ranpo frowning slightly.
'Oh yeah. I forgot.'

'Dumb dumbs, we're here~' I coo and stare at my thigh which had Dazai's hand on it. 'SIR-' I yelled, he cut me off by his hand moving to my mouth. Ranpo gets out and walks over to a police officer and dazai does the same. I contemplate the two choices I have and get out quickly. I walk over to the three who are staring at a victim.

'It's a mafia member, but he wasn't killed by another, it doesn't match their methods.' I chime in, inspecting the body slowly. '..but it wouldn't matter anyways because the government make sure the port mafia stay at the top of that crime ladder, if they took down a mafioso then they must have a special ability.' I identify scorch marks across the man's chest, his shirt slightly burned.

'I know who did it.' Usually Ranpo smiled, but instead he looked upset.
'Well who did it?' The officer asked looking at Ranpo curiously.
'Y/N.' Ranpo points at me and my face displays a look of shock.
'What? I didn't. I don't remember killing anybody—' I was cut off by Ranpo walking towards me and opening his mouth.
'Maybe, you unconsciously did it, but either way a murder is a murder.' Ranpos face displayed sorrow. I open a time portal and show the moment the man was killed. A man, around 6'1, stands infront of another, they talk for a few minutes, then the tall man touches the others chest, his jacket catches fire. A lady, maybe in her mid-fourties, had bluebelle eyes and a red dress, she was foreign, Russian maybe.

Ranpo frowns and hugs me tight, holding me close.
'That lady's ability must be to change the way anyone perceives a situation.'
'Dont worry about it.. I would've thought I was a murderer too-' I laugh. It sounds dead.

A/N
IM SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER LAST CHAP, A CERTAIN SOMEONE GOT A BIT CRANKY ABOUT IT (not really-) I LOVE YOUS SM.