Uncontrollable || Dazai Osamu » book 1 ✓

21 | Shopaholic Queen

It had almost been a week since the trio joined the Detective Agency. They had pretty much caught up with most of the basics, thanks to the ever strict Kunikida Doppo.

It wasn't much different from the Mafia, how the Agency works. There's still the usual paperwork which none of them had a problem with. The only thing they can't get used to is the bubbly and light atmosphere of the Agency, a vivid contrast to the dark, grand and menacing Port Mafia.

But for the person who had just move into the suicidal man's house, that wasn't the case. In fact, it was the second thing she can't get used to.

The first was something she had to experience daily, and it wasn't anything pleasant.

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"Hey. Wake up."

"Mm."

"Hey," The blurry silhouette shook her arm — hard.

"Whattt," Her words were slurry from sleep. She unwillingly rolled to her side, falling out of the futon and lay sprawled on the tatami floor.

The shadow chuckled at her semi-conscious state. (Y/n)'s cheeks were puffy and slightly flushed, like a porcelain doll. Out of playfulness, Dazai pulled on her cheeks, grinning. "The sun's up, but you're not."

"5 more minutes..." She groaned, arm shielding her eyes from the sunlight. Dazai frowned and sat her upright, roughly shaking her sleepiness away.

Her eyelids fluttered open. It took a while for her blurred vision to become clear. A face leaned close to hers and her first instinct was to punch it.

"Ow!"

The shriek of someone familiar made its way into her ears. She blinked at the man groggily, straining her heavy-lidded eyes open. "Ah. It's just you."

"I think you broke my nose," Dazai protested with a childlike demeanour, his hand rubbing the spot where she had hit him.

"Normal people don't come barging into a person who's asleep," she grouched.

(Y/n) stretched her limbs, loosening the stiff muscles in her body. She trudged out of the room with heavy footsteps into the bathroom, yawning all the way.

Dazai was already fully dressed and was nibbling on the edge of his toasted bread. However, she had just freshly woken up and wasn't the slightest bit prepared.

She came out minutes later, looking a little more decent. Clad in her mafia clothing, which was the only formal wear she possessed, she plopped herself next to the man chewing slowly on his breakfast.

She grabbed a slice from the plate, gnawing on the semi-hard bread. When she had gobbled up the toast, she reached for another. Her eyes flickered to the clock behind Dazai for a second and almost choked on the crumbs going down her throat.

"Shit. We're late!" (Y/n) bit on the toast and abruptly stood up. She grabbed hold of Dazai's hand who replied with a "huh?" and bolted out of the door. Dazai stumbled after her, trying to prevent the toast hanging from his mouth from falling out whilst balancing himself as he's being whisked away from the comfort of his home by his panicky friend.

With every step they took, the dry, crisp leaves crunched under their shoes. The sunlight beat down on them, casting a warm glow on the girl's facial features. When Dazai had caught up, he glanced at her for a just fleeting second. She had a gentle smile on her face as she looked ahead of her.

A foreign feeling blossomed in the pits of his stomach, sending warmth tingling down the length of his spine, all the way down to his fingertips. Her hand felt cold in his, yet it seemed equally warm. Seeing her smile gave him a feeling he couldn't quite describe — something warm and fuzzy, yet sweet in a certain way.