Dazai x Isekaid OC
Synopsis:
Waking up in the world of Bungou Stray Dogs wasn't exactly the goal I had in mind when I attempted suicide. Honestly, I just wanted to escape the crushing ache and overflowing tears that come with unbearable pain.
But in...
I knew Dazai would mysteriously figure out I was up to something the second I was... up to something.
That's why I took all the necessary precautions. I stripped off my mafia clothes and showered, washed my hair—just in case Dazai had slipped some bugs on me. I know, this was beyond paranoid. But it's Dazai, come on.
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After making sure I was clean (of any listening/tracking devices), I wore fresh clothes: an oversized white T-shirt, meant to have short sleeves, but they hung past my elbows, and white sweatpants. Sure, the all-white outfit defeated the purpose of hiding in the dark, but I was planning to pop up in Ango's hotel room. And what better way to creep him out than by looking like a ghost?
Anyway, when I appeared in Ango's hotel, the guy was mid-escape from his gray blankey. He was shirtless, glasses-less, entirely shaken up, probably due to my abrupt phone call and the little time I gave him to get ready. His brows drew together when he saw me, but once he put on his glasses, his expression shifted into something... irritated.
"Were you napping?" I shot him a sweet smile, my hand gripping the other's wrist behind me.
"I was trying to," he muttered bitterly, walking over to the dark closet in the corner. He put on a grey shirt that suited him so damn well, and motioned toward the couch. "Take a seat."
"Ha~i!" I nearly sang, theatrically plopping down. It wasn't as comfy as it looked, but I wasn't exactly looking for comfort there. The room was dim, lit only by the lamp on the nightstand. "You know, you shouldn't sit in the dark all the time. Hampers your eyesight," I vaguely gesture at my eyes. "Terrible habit."
"I was trying to sleep," he repeated, buttoning up his shirt and heading for the switchboard. He flicked the light on, and instantly, light flooded everywhere—so bright I flinched. "As I mentioned earlier. You should listen when people speak, Riki-kun."
"I do listen, how rude." I pouted. "I told you over the phone I was in trouble, didn't I? How could you possibly sleep knowing I was in a pinch?"
His forehead creased at the question, but he didn't reply. Instead, he got out his electric kettle. "Hot chocolate or coffee?"
"Aww, aren't you a gentleman? It's hard to believe you're still single." I leaned back, smirking. "I'll take hot chocolate."
"I don't have milk. Is water okay?"
"Um hm." I closed my eyes and nodded. "Whatever you offer, I accept. If you gave me just cocoa powder, I'd sniff it in through my nose like coke!"
"..."
He looked back, wanting to say something, but then shook his head. He poured water into the kettle and plugged it in.
