Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Blueprints of The Heart (Kunikida x Dazai)

Ship: Kunikida x Dazai

Genre: Fluff

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The clock ticked steadily in the Agency office, a soft metronome counting the seconds that dragged on in the dim light of evening. Kunikida sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose as he furiously scribbled in his notebook. The pages were a mess of schedules, meticulous plans, and ideals - his blueprint for a world that made sense, where everything fell neatly into place. He thrived in this order, in the precision of a life well-organised.

Then there was Dazai.

"Hey, Kunikidaaaa~" The playful lilt in Dazai's voice grated on Kunikida's ears before the man even appeared, sliding effortlessly into view with that lazy smile. "Whatcha doin?"

Kunikida's pen stopped mid-sentence, his jaw tightening as he glanced up at Dazai. There he was, as always, sprawled out across two chairs as if he had no care in the world, his trench coat barely clinging to his frame. It was maddening. How someone could be so careless, so utterly irresponsible, was beyond him.

"I'm organising our next mission," Kunikida replied coolly, adjusting his glasses. "Unlike some people, I prefer not to leave everything to chance."

Dazai leaned his head back, resting his arms behind it. "But isn't that what makes life exciting? The unknown, the unpredictability of it all?"

"Unpredictability is inefficient," Kunikida shot back, flipping a page in his notebook. "And dangerous."

Dazai hummed softly, his eyes twinkling with something mischievous. "You know, Kunikida, you should loosen up a bit. Life's not just a schedule you can control."

"I don't expect you to understand," Kunikida muttered under his breath, but Dazai caught it, his smirk widening.

"Oh, but I do," Dazai said, his voice lowering in a way that made Kunikida's chest tighten slightly. "You're so focused on creating the perfect world following your ideals to the end. But what happens when things don't go according to plan?"

Kunikida's grip on his pen tightened. He had always prided himself on his ability to adapt, to adjust his plans as necessary. But Dazai wasn't talking about missions or strategies - he was talking about life, the unpredictable choas that Kunikida avoided at all costs. And the worst part? Dazai knew exactly how to get under his skin.

"I don't have time for your nonsense," Kunikida said, trying to focus on his writing, but his mind ke[t drifting back to Dazai's words, and that infuriating smile.

But Dazai wasn't done. He stood up and approached Kunikida's desl, leaning over it slightly, his gaze softening as he looked at him. "Kunikida, you don't have to control everything. Sometimes, you just need to let go and trust that things will fall into place."

Kunikida's breath hitched as he felt the proximity between them, Dazai's presence suddenly overwhelming. He didn't move, though - didn't push him away, even though a part of him wanted to. The other part, however, the one that had always been quietly drawn to Dazai's complicated nature, was curious. His heart, usually so methodical, beat a little faster.

"What are you getting at, Dazai?" Kunikida asked. his voice low, not quite meeting Dazai's eyes.

Dazai smiled, softer this time, almost tender. "I'm saying that maybe it's okay to let go of your perfect plans once in a while. To let something unexpected happen."

Kunikida looked up at him then, his green-grey eyes narrowing in suspicion. But beneath the irritation, there was something else. Something he couldn't quite nane. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Dazai didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in just a fraction closer, enough for Kunikida to feel the warmth of his breath, the subtle brush of their shoulders. It was a moment suspended in time, completely unscheduled and unplanned, just as Dazai had said.

Kunikida's heart raced in his chest, confusion and something far more complex swirling in his mind. He had always prided himself on his control, on his unwavering commitment to his ideals. But Dazai - Dazai was chaos, unpredictability, and everything Kunikida had tried to avoid. Yet here he was, drawn to him in a way that defied logic.

"Kunikida," Dazai whispered, his voice impossibly soft, "not everything in life can be written in your notebook."

For a moment, Kunikida thought about pushing him away, about snapping back with a sharp retort. But he didn't. Instead, he found himself leaning into the moment, allowing the uncertainty, the feeling, to wash over him.

"Maybe," Kunikida muttered, his voice barely audible, "just this once."

Dazai's eyes sparkled with something warm and knowing, and in that instant, Kunikida realised that maybe there were some things worth experiencing without a plan.

Some things, like this.

As Dazai smiled, Kunikida thought that Dazai's chaotic nature didn't seem so bad after all.

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THE END