Painted Red (Dazai Osamu x Reader)

04 | Late Nights

"Fuck."

The cut on your head stings as you put disinfectant over it, your hair still damp. Clad in shorts and oversized shirt, you struggled in wrapping the bandages around your head. Your whole body is still sore and in pain even after a hot shower.

Your men arrived as soon as you put the large man to sleep, they collected the bodies and brought them back to the mafia interrogation room. You decided to start the interrogation but Kouyou Ozaki, a fellow Executive, appeared and forced you to go home. She said she'll take care of the interrogation as it was her unit's specialty, and that you should go and tend to your wounds. You never argued because for one, you're in a lot of pain, and no one can really argue with Kouyou when she's ordering you to rest. She's one of the least unpleasant people you love in the mafia, she's like an older sister to everyone.

There was a knock on your door and you slowly put the bandages on the kitchen counter. A sigh escaped from your lips as you already know who would be visiting you late at night.

"Yohooooo~" came a slurry voice behind your door. "(F/N)-chan let me innnnnnn~"

You approached the door.

"I really wanna pee right now!" He dragged out again.

You finally opened the door to see Dazai leaning one arm on the frame, his figure towering over you. His other hand holding down there, a gesture that he really needs to pee. You stepped aside, he hurriedly took his shoes off and pushed past you, made a beeline to the bathroom, and you somewhat followed him and then you heard the loudest pee in your life. Cringing, you decided to go back to the kitchen to tend to your wounds. Dazai has been to your place numerous times so you decided to let him be.

As soon as you sat down, you heard him flush and the bathroom door opening and closing. He came out, still putting his belt back on. "Dazai, have some decency." You frowned and continue to struggle with your bandages.

He approached you and held your wrist to stop you from doing any further work. "What are you doing?"

"I'm an expert at this (F/N)-chan."

You let him do it, he pushed your hair aside and effortlessly wrapped the bandages around your head. You were almost impressed how his hands work gently, when you know those same hands roughly handle the enemies. You laughed to yourself internally and thought that even though you knew of Dazai's violent nature, you weren't afraid of him. You sneak a peek of his face and found yourself gaping.

Dazai is such a beautiful being.

You look down, eyes widened. Since when did you have those thoughts? Then you remembered the silly crush you have on him back when you're 16, it was 3 months after he saved you. You thought it was childish and thus decided not to mind it, after engrossing yourself with violence in mafia, you forgot you felt some sort of puppy love for him. Now you only felt a strong sense of bond with him, a frienship you formed with him. You consider him as the most important person in your life, because it weren't for him you wouldn't be standing alive right now.

"All done. Now we're matching."

"Thank you..." you smiled slightly and started to clean the medical supplies on the counter. Dazai wandered around and landed on your sofa.

"You smell of whiskey." You noted as you decided to join him in the sofa. "Did you drove all the way here drunk?"

"No, Ango dropped me off." He shifted and lay his head on your lap, you simply thread your fingers on his hair and he closed his eyes. It was nothing new to you, Dazai is sometimes clingy whenever he's around you alone.