Just random stories i decided to write at bc i was bored. Bc of this things might not make sense or there's really bad grammer and spelling. This is just for fun.

Summary: "President, I understand Tanizaki, but Kenji?" Kunikida looked about ready to snap his pen in half as he, along with most of the people in the room, stared at their head. "Kenji's methods are anything but ideal for an undercover mission! Please reconsider!" "It is true that Kenji's way of handling cases is unusual," Fukuzawa agreed. "However, it is because of his ability to talk to people that I feel comfortable assigning him as our undercover agent with Tanizaki." - - - Kenji Miyazawa is the ADA's naive detective given his possibly most difficult task to date: infiltrate UA and find the student spy before the heroes become aware that there is a traitor amongst them. This story wasn't made by me! The original is made by: justcallmedude on 'Archive of Our Own' in google!

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random one shots of ssk that ill post when im bored so ig enjoy these random ahh scenarios.

Right and wrong were never rivals. Only illusions dressed for different crowds. Mercy is just cruelty waiting for applause, and justice is vengeance with a better tailor. Love manipulates, truth distorts, and kindness rots when no one's watching. Morality isn't a compass; it's a costume party. And the ones who wear white the loudest are often the ones with the dirtiest hands. You call it wrong because it doesn't suit you. I call it necessary because it works. And deep down, you understand me.

Do not question, do not defy. Act like an obedient doll that can be manipulated by a puppeteer. The 'one' who finds you broken first will be your puppeteer until either of you dies. The cycle then continues. Again. Again. And, again. --- Eternal Fate-Completed

Four years ago, you were the brightest young detective in Yokohama-until a mission ended with ten thousand dead and your name written in blood. You vanished, choosing solitude over salvation, haunted by every scream you couldn't silence. But when Osamu Dazai shows up at your apartment door with that same lazy smile and a case that sounds eerily familiar, you realize ghosts don't stay buried forever. Now, between sleepless nights, tangled emotions, and the dangerous dance of two broken minds, you're forced to confront the one mystery you've spent years avoiding-your own heart.

"Already tainted by sorrow Is a fox's splendid fur used for a coat. Already tainted by sorrow Is the snowflake that shrinks before it falls" You cannot make something out of nothing. This is the fundamental rule of your life. Ice cannot be formed without water. Trails cannot be followed without clues. Hypotheses cannot be tested without evidence. For ten years, everyone told you to give up the search for your parents, brilliant scientists who vanished from the criminal underworld in a fiery blaze, every shred of existence devoured. No addresses, no experiments, not even a surname to call home. In pursuit of answers, you turn to the Port Mafia, for who would know more than Yokohama's largest criminal organization? But you are about to learn that what awaited after every question were not answers, but endless sprawling labyrinths that flip the mirror back to you- and Chuuya Nakahara, the man you are now expected to call your superior officer, with far too many opinions on how to do your job. As the truth crackles through the icy surface and warmth threatens to melt long-frozen cores, you must confront a possibility shaking the very ground beneath your feet: What do you do when what you've spent your life searching for doesn't want to be found? *I've included a couple excerpts of irl Nakahara's poetry into the chapters where I see fit. So if something sounds oddly poetic, it's probably his. I thought we could appreciate his work together <3

There are certain things that a lover can do to drive their partner crazy, to make them feel like they are melting. Dazai constantly makes Chuuya feel like he's melting, from the sex they have, the love they share, to even the saddest moments between them. (D) = Dazai's POV (C) = Chuuya's POV Any other POV will be said in the beginning of the chapter Warnings: Smut obviously Anxiety / PTSD SH (scars) Eating disorders (kind of?) Mentions of suicide OOC (out of character) Possible grammar mistakes / Misspelling None of the pictures are mine, I found them on Pinterest. (Cover art is mine!) Please don't reupload onto other sites! Thanks.

Hi this is my first ever story I've every wrote so pls don't judge I know my writing sucks. I'm working to get better at it.