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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter! ;)
"DAZAI!" Kunikida shouted; nostrils flaring in anger. You had no idea what the hell was going on as everyone had suddenly jumped to their feet and followed Kunikida down an elongated hallway and over to an isolated room where the door was locked; you followed closely behind the highly eccentric group of individuals, confused as hell.
"This happens a lot." Atsushi whispered to you when he noticed the disorientated expression plastered on your pretty face. You were walking right beside him, behind the rest. His arms dangled loosely at his sides as he walked on casually, like the screaming and chaos was a normal, everyday occurrence for the members of the notorious Armed Detective Agency. "What's your special ability, by the—"
Atsushi was immediately cut off when you heard Kunikida harshly kick the door down with his foot; sending the now broken door toppling over, as everyone had just stood there and sighed in perfect unison, again, like this was something normal that happened everyday.
You still did not have the faintest clue as to what the hell was going on as everyone was currently huddled outside the room with a now missing door—but you quickly drew to the conclusion that all this trouble for this Dazai person meant that this said person who everyone had seemed to be chasing after on a daily basis must have been a handful. You remembered Kunikida talking about him before—but he never usually had anything nice to say.
"You fucking suicidal maniac!" Kunikida shouted; eyes narrowed into slits and lips pursed tightly into a thin line. He was tapping his foot impatiently on the ground with his arms crossed over his chest; huffing out an unimpressed breath. You were standing behind everyone, trying to get a good look at what exactly was going on in front of you, but everyone's heads were in the way and so you had no other choice but to stand on your tiptoes just to see if you could catch a glimpse of the man who had caused each and every member of the agency to let out a long-suffering sigh synchronously. Surely this must have been a talent of some sort. "Get DOWN from there! Where the hell did you find a rope?"
A rope?
"That's for me to know and you to find out." The man replied; a hint of amusement accompanying his deep tone that had also exuded pure mischief.
Your eyebrows furrowed in a deep sliver of curiosity. You couldn't really see this man right now, but the sound of his voice playing melodies in your ears was simply spellbinding. You couldn't really explain it—but it was a strange sensation that you had never actually felt before, being purely enraptured by just the sound of somebody's voice.
"Dazai, I will fucking kill you." Kunikida spat out venomously.
Dazai merely laughed at Kunikida's empty threat in response—it had not seemed to affect him even in the slightest. It sounded like he was quite accustomed to receiving Kunikida's violent comminations.
"Dazai—" Yosano sang out; tucking a loose strand of her short black hair behind her perfectly shaped ear. She was a beautiful woman; a woman who had exuded beauty and brains like no other; a self-assured woman who knew her worth, and you truly aspired to be like her one day. "Don't be an idiot today. We have a new member of the Armed Detective Agency here with us, and we don't want her to think that you're an annoying pest, do we?"
Silence suddenly hung in the air like an unwanted guest as you just stood there awkwardly for a few moments; unsure of what to say.
"A woman?" The man's voice sounded excited, and your throat worked a convulsive swallow.
"[Y/N], come here." Yosano softly beckoned, gesturing for you to come forth with her fingers. You did just as you were instructed to as everyone immediately moved out of the way for you; parting like the Red Sea. "Meet Osamu Dazai. Dazai, meet [Y/N]."
And then...you saw him.
And instantly your breath had been taken away.
Because he was fucking sexy like you wouldn't believe.
Dazai eyed you carefully; his eyes studying your form from head to toe meticulously, soaking up every detail of you.
He was an extremely handsome man—a young man with mildly wavy, short, dark brown hair and narrow dark brown eyes. His bangs framed his face perfectly; while some loose strands were gathered at the center of his forehead. He was quite tall and slim in terms of physique; practically towering over you.
For his attire, he had worn a long sand-coloured trench coat—the belt of which he left purposefully untied. Under it was a black vest over a striped dress shirt that was light blue in hue. He had worn a bolo tie, which was held up by a brown ribbon and a turquoise pendant. He had also donned beige pants, dark brown shoes, but the most distinguishable feature about him though—were the bandages wrapped around his entire body; only his face, hands, and feet were left uncovered.
"Dazai's ability is called No Longer Human." Kunikida began to explain like you were his student, and he was your teacher. "This allows Dazai to nullify other people's Abilities on contact. His Ability relies on skin contact and is always active. As such, he can nullify any Ability even while restrained as soon as it touches him."
Holy fuck.
You couldn't really concentrate on what Kunikida was telling you right now—because of the way that Dazai was currently looking at you; like you were a delicious cake on display, a cake that he just had to devour no matter what.
Dazai was handsome.
Unbelievably handsome.
And you were completely and utterly enraptured by this man.
You were enraptured by his chestnut hair and the way it gleamed. His hair, dark and lustrous, had a sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison wasn't entirely fair, you supposed. Hardwood didn't swish gently like his hair did, swaying with the words he spoke. A shiny varnish merely caught light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his cheeky, boyish smile. His dusky lashes and the shadows they casted upon his structured cheeks was such a mesmerising sight, and he had a dignified, penetrating voice.
His lips had suddenly quirked into a seductive smile, as he took a long, purposeful stride towards you. He glided down the small opening to you like a slinking panther; his footfalls strangely choreographed.
"Dazai, what—" Kunikida was abruptly cut off when unexpectedly, Dazai had gotten down on one knee; kneeling before you like you were his deity.
You blinked your eyes profusely a few times, as if an eyelash or two had fallen into them, confused as hell.
And then, Dazai had instantly taken your hand in his very own, kissing the back of your hand gently. His lips on your skin had sent a wave of unexplainable electricity surging through your body, and you swallowed convulsively, breath caught in your throat.
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever met." He told you; chestnut bangs falling over his small eyes. He looked up at you, and he raised his dark eyebrows, grinning like a schoolboy, and with a tentative voice dripping with the finest, most expensive honey—he said, "will you...assist me in a double suicide?"
