Pass the Screen | Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction | Dazai x Oc x Chuuya

Broke In

I sat in my office, thinking about my day. Earlier today I had spoken with Mori and he changed my work schedule to a 9 - 5 and my pay to about 850 k USD, I work from Mondy - Friday. Man the Port Mafia is rich. I laugh, I still wear a mask to work through, I cannot risk screwing up something. I want early retirement and would love to buy a lakeside house, every morning waking up to sit by a large penthouse window overlooking a body of water in a forest going on for miles. Drinking coffee, reading a book. That would be amazing, I thought. After that, I contacted my modeling agency and I have tons of gigs, about 2 every day. We worked out a plan for me to work from 5:30 - 7:30, doing a gig every day. That's fine with me, I'm living out my dream life. Being a doctor and a lolita fashion model, it's reliving to see my life is working out.

Suddenly, the double glass doors burst open and a man on a stretcher comes in. It's a terrifying sight, the man has the clothes on his stomach were burnt. His organs were visible, it looked terrifying. The books in my office that Mori left for me read, 'Pretend everything's alright to the patient, tell bad news with a monotone to keep emotions down for you and the patient.'. I take the advice.

"Please follow me," I said after taking a deep breath, as calmly as I could.

The man followed me and I gestured for him to place the body onto the operating table, I excused him from the room. I closed the door and poured my emotions out, I gripped the wall. How in tarnation is this man alive?! I quickly pull strap my arm above the patient so I won't fall over and die once I've shot myself, I put the gun to my head. Quickly pulling the trigger about 2 times before I passed out.

I woke up, my body was limp, hanging from the ceiling by my arm. I quickly stood up, both our injuries were all healed. The blood around the two of us was overwhelming, my clothes were soaked in blood and the patients were too. I moved the patient onto a wheeled stretcher and take him into the room, the man that took him in ran up to me.

"Why were there gunshots?! Why did you lock the door to the operating room?!" He demanded.

"My healing works once my injuries surpass the victim's, therefore I shot myself in the head a few times to heal your friend." I said calmly.

He stared at me for a good moment, probably thinking. 'What a masochist', I moved the patient into the room and headed into the kitchen, quickly cooking him some miso soup and placing it on his bedside. Mori told me to buy multiple pairs of my work clothes, now I know why. I quickly changed into clean clothes, throwing the blooded one into the washing machine and getting back into the lobby. The man that brought him in left quietly, seeming to be in shock from knowing how my ability works.

To me, work in the Port Mafia is either terrifying or boring and uneventful. I honestly prefer terrifying, I sit at my desk lost in thought. Growing up, I always had flawless skin. Looking back, I realize that was only because of my ability. Everytime I got a nose bleed was because I got acne or something, is that why I'm able to be a model? Because every time I get an imperfection I immediately heal it? Honestly, that's not that bad. But it's an eye-opening realization, which means I will always be perfectly healthy. Even if I don't exercise, even if I don't eat for a year. I will still be fine, no matter whatever. I started working on my patient's report, putting it into his portfolio after printing it out. Suddenly, I see a name near his.

It's my father's.

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After finishing up both of my work, I headed back to the condo at about 7:45 pm.

"I'm home loser!" I yelled out, teasingly.

I heard a noise coming from the kitchen.

"What the..." I mumbled.