❝ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴇᴍ❝ [BSD x Reader]

Chapter - 01

❝Regulars❝

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The soft hum filtered through the small space of the café, the space was empty; the only residents in the small expanse being a young lady in a white dress, who was reading a novel quietly; and the charming barista: [Y/N].

[Y/N] was humming the tune of a song he heard somewhere, somewhere he wasn't sure of himself. The tune was imbedded into his skull like the ink of a tattoo, the lines making themselves out to be foreign lettering that had no particular meaning.

"Kunikida~ I'm telling you, the barista is attractive!" The whine of a male's whiny, pathetic voice pierced the silence, following the ringing of the bell above the entrance that alerted [Y/N] of the potential patrons.

"Ah? Dazai, what a pleasant surprise to see you here again," the [H/C]-haired male sent the brown-haired male a warm smile, and the --- presumed --- Osamu slid across the emptiness between them, twisting his arms to rest his weight against the well-built male.

The taller, blonde male walked over. He had a stoic stance and seemed to carry around an air of order and organisation.

Noticing the second male, [Y/N] bowed their head in a respectful manner, continuing to have his facial expression a pleasant smile. "Hello, welcome."

"[Y/N]---"

"[L/N], remember?" [Y/N] interrupted Osamu, correcting the brown-haired male.

"Right, right~ Anyway! [L-/-N], meet my wonderful partner: Kunikida Doppo!" Osamu intorduced the blonde male, and [Y/N] gave Doppo a smile that was filled to the brim with forced warmth.

"[L/N] [Y/N]" [Y/N] held a hand out to him, offering a handshake to him.

"Hello, [L/N]" Doppo replied with a simple greeting, before pulling Osamu by his mahogany coloured locks.

[Y/N] placed the wine glass that we had been wiping down with a slightly damp cloth into a cabinet that held porcelain mugs, and wine glasses; before he walked towards the duo that had sat down on the table.

"What would you guys like? Mocha? Perhaps a treat?"

"Just my usual order~" Osamu purred out, winking at the stoic barista. Doppo slammed his clenched fist against the latter's skull, a frustrated expression morphing the handsome features of the blonde.

"I'll just have a coffee, nothing else."

"Of course, I'll get those right away." [Y/N] noted down the orders requested on the small pad of paper that he held in his gloved hands, walking off to behind the counter to get said things.

"Dazai, is [L/N]-san the only person who works in this establishment? I haven't seen another worker so far." Doppo asked Osamu with a quirked eyebrow, his previously angered expression reduced to a curious one.

"Maybe? I haven't asked, and don't really plan to." Osamu shrugged his shoulders, "I don't believe I've seen another worker here, either."

"Hmm..." Doppo hummed softly, but he didn't really think much of it, "it's not like he's a serial killer, there's no need to be questioning him and his profession."

"Yeah, I guess so." Osamu agreed with Doppo, but he couldn't help but be nagged by the uncertainty of just why [Y/N] was the only staff member in the café. Something just felt so off about him --- but who was he to judge the [E/C]-eyed male, he was an ex-mafioso, so, if anything: he was definitely worse than him.

"Say, Kunikida---"

Osamu was cut off as the loud ringing of the bell above the door twinkled in the surrounding air, a new possible patron entered the café. She had an aged appearance, but regardless: still wore similar clothes to that of a person in their youth.

[Y/N] stepped out of the back room, a tray being held in his arms as he passed the older woman.

He placed the tray on the table that Doppo and Osamu were seated at, before walking up to the elder.

"Ah, still looking as young as ever, [L/N]." The woman spoke with a croaky voice, her lungs already aged heavily with the smoke of the cigarettes she breathed in while still in her youth clogging up the airways and plaguing the pink flesh. She probably would have been killed off all the way in her youth, but her habit of smoking tainted the flesh that [Y/N] otherwise would have consumed.

"Yes, Hirai. Say, you dress exactly like your mother did when she was in her youth, doesn't it get a bit hard to dress so much like a young person while you're in your eighties?" [Y/N] chuckled softly, patting the woman, Hirai Kumi: Yaeko Hirai's daughter, on the back with his palm. "Regardless, coffee?" 

"You know me too well, sure," Kumi, too, chuckled gutturally. "Throw in a biscuit while you're at it, hun"

Kumi placed her hand in the dictionary-sized purse that came she came with, pulling her hand out, along with the same amount of coins that she always would, as well as some extra for the biscuit she requested. Kumi knew the café and the prices like the back of her hand, and it was like an instinct by now.

[Y/N] took the coins, counting up the total: '300 yen, so 100 yen change'

Clanking the notes into the ancient register, the loud clicks and cracks of the keys and he punched in the amount of money given and change needed. Once done, simply handing back the coin that he removed from the machine into the aged female's outstretched palm.

"Oh, [L/N]~!!!" Osamu's teasing voice called out, and the afore mentioned male lifted his head to look at the latter dead in the eyes with an intense gaze.

"Dazai?"

"Come and get me another mince pie! Preferably to not be one of those ones!"

[Y/N] merely nodded at the request, removing his gaze from Osamu's to the door that lead to the back room, allowing his feet to carry him forwards.

Osamu was aware of what was in some of the foods that contained meat, although he never mentioned it. Osamu was completely aware of the dozens, hundreds, thousands that had their lives made short by the [S/C] hands of [Y/N]. But, he never put an end to any of it; maybe it was because of the way his heartbeat seemed to speed up, and his face heated up whenever he touched the barista? Though, he wasn't smitten to the male: he wasn't homosexual! He just... liked the man, in a completely platonic way. He felt something, the way [Y/N] was so unfeeling and emotionless, but still so much more human in a way he never was, nor could be.

"--Zai! Listen to me!" Doppo's booming voice snapped him out of his trance-like state, and his head snapped in his direction to face to blonde, who looked absolutely pissed. "You need to actually start listening to me!"

Osamu looked down, the food that had been presented afront of him previously has already been consumed, the only thing on the table being the dirtied dishes that has once contained the delicious foods he ordered. "What was that, Kunikida?" He spoke timidly, a rare occurrence that was him being embarrassed. But he couldn't help it, his hours of thinking about the charming barista was usually always spent alone in his room during the night, when there was no one to witness the vile and crude things he did.

"I already paid, so lets hurry. I'm already late because of this detour!" Doppo growled at the brunet, his eyebrows scrunched and his lips curled into a scowl. "Hurry up!"

The brown-eyed detective smiled, shaking off his previous thoughts as he stood up abruptly, already walking out of the establishment. Doppo trailed after him, the dishes that were used being picked up by the [H/C]-haired 

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Author's Note: Sorry if there's inconsistency, I'm mostly writing these while half-asleep.

[Published]: 22-09-2024
[Word Count]: 1254