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a/n: sorry this took SO long but here it is! super excited for the next part! tw: mentions of violence, blood

Nabe Part 3 - Whirlwind

Your long vacation was a well-deserved and restful one. Weeks to yourself without having to think about the slightest bit about work was all you needed to recharge mentally and emotionally.

However, today’s events undid that whole respite in a single tug.

First, a woman whose body was nearly totally severed from the head was sprawled in an absolute mess of a room. You’ve never seen that much or violence before, let alone that much blood – a little blood your ass - and the smell – oh God the smell! Thinking about it wanted to make you vomit.

Then this kid of Fukuzawa’s that was extremely remarkable in intelligence and arrogance… was he the reason your neighbor’s hair seemed to have paled even further? It’s a miracle there wasn’t a second murder earlier given how furious the superintendent was.

“It’s not my fault that he was wrong!”

“But it’s your fault for bringing up his ex-wife,” you exasperatedly repeated. “No one will listen to you if you keep being rude like that.”

He only grunted in reply. Did it finally get in his head? Well, whatever. As long as somehow things managed to settle down then that was more than enough for you.

Police men and the like were still scurrying about the crime scene, taking their last bits of photographic evidence before cleaning up. The culprit, exposed by Ranpo, had already confessed on the spot, and although you’d consider this case fully closed and high time to return home, Ranpo’s payment had yet to be handed over. Anything that goes through protocol always seemed to take forever, you thought.

Now that you two were sitting idly beside each other, the questions behind this kid’s origins and his exact relationship to your neighbor began to unearth themselves from the recesses of your mind.

Was he his biological son? Nothing about Ranpo’s behavior nor appearance could be linked to Fukuzawa. Whatever energy one had was completely absent in the other, and whatever mood one was possessed with was the complete opposite of the other’s. The only thing they had in common was their lack of social skills although for different reasons. Other than that there was no resemblance at all.

Then could he be the biological son of whomever he’s seeing now? Truth be told that was the first thing that came to mind after Fukuzawa’s hesitant response, but if he did have a girlfriend then you wouldn’t even be here. Well, it didn’t seem like he was capable of charming any woman given his conversational skills in the first place, so-

You suddenly slapped both of your cheeks. How could you even think that?

“You didn’t have to come here if you didn’t want to,” Ranpo muttered as he continued to swing his legs back and forth.

“I-It’s not like that!”

Why did you even volunteer to be here? You weren’t close with either of the pair and you owed nothing to them, yet the moment you saw how the usually steely eyes were shaken with worry, you couldn’t help but feel compelled to do something about it.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” A breathless young officer carrying two thick letter envelopes stopped in front of you. He handed one to Ranpo and the other, for some reason, to you.

“This is for all your trouble, ma’am,” he replied in earnest. “We’re extremely grateful to you for keeping your son in check.”

Son? Wait, when did- Oh. You completely forgot.

Your mouth was slightly open, ready to counter but Ranpo spoke up first. “No one will listen to you if you keep being inconsistent like that,” he said with a smirk, more than pleased that he was able to use your own words against you. Cheeky kid.

At least there was financial compensation for your headache today. Not a huge sum, but far from meager. Yet it wasn’t enough to fill in the guilt that remained in your heart.

As you were walking away from the station, Ranpo was dull and quiet: far from the impression you had of him yesterday. Had your agitation gotten the better of you? If that were the case, then what a failure of an adult you were, letting a child be affected by your own emotions.

“Ranpo-kun,” you began, trying to break the silence. “I-I’m sorry if I was too harsh with you.”

“…it’s okay,” he meekly replied. He also mumbled an apology, and although you barely heard it it was good enough for you. The tension had at least subsided.

Yet Ranpo was still sluggish. Concerned, you gently pat his shoulder. “Why the long face? You did well earlier, right?”

He only continued to sulk further – the true cause, something you would never figure out until much later. Without any ideas left, you decided to go with the one and only go-to solution you knew.

“Then let me treat you somewhere nice.” He finally seemed to perk up. “Wherever you want. On me. What do you say?”

A big grin suddenly appeared as if a switch had been turned on. But just as quickly did it disappear – or at least it tried to. “W-well, they say it’s rude not to accept, right?”

You chuckled at his attempt at being a bit more cordial. Despite his… rowdiness, you certainly preferred it to his silence. “You deserve it anyway. You were amazing back there.”

“Of course. It’s thanks to my special ability.” There’s that special ability he mentioned earlier. “I can see through the truth easily, like a true great detective!” He put on his glasses again as he struck a pose, emphasizing the last two words.

“Although I really don’t get adults sometimes,” he suddenly added. “She knew he had a record but she still became his girlfriend.”

“It’s a complicated thing. Sometimes people are compassionate to a fault and think that they can fix people, especially through a romantic relationship. Sometimes they’re just blind to reality. But sometimes, they simply have no way of getting out…”

The thought of the same thing happening to you sent a shiver down your spine.

“But I’ll make sure I won’t make the same mistake. I’ll never fall for someone whose hands are forever stained.”

Perhaps you were misreading his expression, but you were sure his face darkened for a fraction of a second. “Yeah,” was all he replied to that. It would’ve bothered you for a bit longer if not for his usual behavior bothering you once again.

“Anyway!” He exclaimed. “Can we ride a taxi now? I’m super tired and super hungry. All this walking is turning my legs to jelly…”

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When he opened his eyes, the room was completely dark and silent. How long has he been out? If the outside of the window was that dark, that would mean he slept the entire day. How surprising - perhaps he had neglected himself more than he thought.

“You’re up now!”

Fukuzawa expected a sharp headache upon hearing Ranpo’s yelling, but fortunately none came.

“I’ll just heat up L/N-san’s soup so you can get strong again,” he continued on, although hardly any of what he said entered the older man’s brain. He was more concerned with the case. Were you and he able to handle it?

“Don’t worry about the case. We ended it cleanly – no loose ends and stuff.”

Fukuzawa let go a long sigh of relief. That’s good to hear. Hopefully he didn’t trouble you too much. “We’ll have to buy L/N-san some fruits as a thank you gift for today.” Although I’m not really sure how to thank her properly without explaining much, he thought, and without difficulty Ranpo read right through him.

“Nah, it’s fine. I told her everything.”

…everything? What did he mean by everything?

“Like how you adopted me, how I ended up solving cases, how poor we are-“

As much as Fukuzawa wanted to correct the first and last statements, he was far too worried about something more important. “Don’t tell me you told her about-“

“O-of course not!”

The fury and anxiety that seized Fukuzawa whenever his previous occupation was brought up had returned, leaving the boy half stunned. Fortunately, it subsided just as quickly. He cleared his throat. It was wrong of him to get so worked up again. “Good, then. But don’t say ‘everything’ so casually.”

“…sorry.”

Within moments, Ranpo was back to his usual self, yapping on about the case as well as the entire conversation you had at his favorite fried chicken joint to the moment you two arrived back.

Perhaps just a single basket of mandarins wouldn’t be enough this time…

#bsd #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa x you #fukuzawa x y/n #edogawa ranpo #bsd x reader

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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ok but don't you just sometimes think... Suehiro Tetchou?

#i love him #maybe i'll openly simp for him some day #or maybe i already am #damn ok i just like typically good guys #bsd #bsd suehiro tetchou #suehiro tetcho

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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Favorite Kunikida styles!

Happy Birthday Kunikida Doppo ♡

30.08.2023

bonus:

#this concept is so cute!#the exposed belly got me HAHA #never too late for kunikida appreciation!!!#bsd #kunikida doppo

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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Its still Kunikida day here so here's my birthday gift to him- kind of lost the bones style but good enough for me-

#WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD #GODDAMMIT BONES #LITERALLY ONE MAIN FRAME #jUST ONE #bsd #bless you op your style is amazing #kunikida doppo #legit gonna save this #I'M SO MAD THEY SRSLY HATE KUNIKIDA

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUNIKIDA! sorry guys decided to do this instead of what you wre expecting HAHA anyway

my top 5 kunikida cards from mayoi

based on a mix of strength, utility, art, and just vibes

NOTE: this is purely based on what Mayoi has blessed me with. that, unfortunately, does not include the Masquerade and Chinatown ones WARNING: barely coherent ramblings and lots of simping HAHA

5: [Harvest Moon]

Oh the tears of joy I wept when I finally got this even after the event... how could I not cry? Look at it! Kunikuni with a bunny! AND it's animated! tho ngl not a fan of the animation

Art and concept aside, it's part of the top 5 because it's actually pretty useful. Decent ATK, one-hit-kill + azure orbs to omni, not to mention its leader skill reduces turns for active skill? Pretty good!

4: [Doppo Poet]

A classic. His first SSR. But it really is good and I do use him a lot because of how strong his active skill is. 100% ATK and 100% marble force increase, and best part is it lasts for 3 turns! Not one I'd put as the leader definitely, but it's a great support for the rest of the team.

3: [Rainy Season]

The first smiley Kuni card I have would be the [Resplendent Banquet] - and imo it's STILL the cutest sprite and skill animation - but aside smile I have to give it to [Rainy Season] for giving us a beautiful, colorful, and amazing leader of a card. I ADORE the skill animation as well, but this card isn't ranked higher because the active skill isn't that great.

2: [Year of the Tiger]

I'm a big fan of the traditional stuff - better if it's got the traditional vibes like this one! The washed out colors, the composition of the main art, and just the overall concept is definitely in my taste. Another smiley Kuni (ofc) but more subtle and more of a proud type. I just LOVE this card because it has a great leader AND active skill. It's just not higher because I'm biased towards...

1: [Joyous Night]

This is my second SSR Kuni ever and it's still my favorite to this day. I gave nearly all my moons then JUST for the art (card change one) because LOOK. He's SMILING. He's HAPPY. He's got his HANDS in his POCKETS. He's HOT in his SUIT-

No but seriously as a concept plus the colors and composition of the main artwork AND the cute contented sprite - I just HAD to get it. Thank you Mayoi for blessing me with this AGH

The reason why it's also one of my all-time favs is because of its active skill. I'm biased towards high ATK (150%) increase + something else, and that something else just happens to be "piercing marble" effect which is super useful. You could finish two waves in just two turns with this one.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: FAV SRs

3: Fish- I mean [Vivid Color]

It's a strong SR. The leader skill isn't great BUT paired with other SRs its active skill is actually pretty decent. Also, fish.

2: Azure Ki- I mean [Tarot]

Honestly, the only reason why this ranks higher than Vivid Color is because the art is *chef's kiss* HAHA The active skill is meh but at least the leader skill is good!

1: Fish again- I mean [Enjoying Nature]

Great leader skill. Decent active skill. Man's about to enjoy his favorite hobby. Need I say more?

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AAAAND that's it! My mini-Kuni tribute for today. Just looking for an excuse to gush about him and the amazing art dedicated to him... ugh I love him sm GIVE HIM MORE CARDS, BSD MAYOI!

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KINGGG #bsd #kunikida doppo #will write for him soon i swear

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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all hail kunikida the pretty blonde

- u know who

the prettiest blond deserves no less

#jkjk #kunikida propaganda #asks

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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if there's a blonde man in a show or game, there's a 95% chance i'm in love with him

#blond AND glasses #AND tsuntsun #AND hot #AND smart #AND kind #I can go on forever AFKJAHSLDKFJ #sorry back to simping for this man ig #love how op draws him it's so MMMM #THE AURA IS PERFECT #bsd #bsd kunikida doppo #bsd fanart

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kunikinnie · 8 months

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Hiii! How are you? Hope you are well! I was searching through Fukuzawa X reader's tag and I saw your headcanons for "accidently hurting their SO" and it was soooo cute!! Are your requests open, by any chance? If they are, is there any chance you could write headcanons with the same prompt, but with Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa and Atsushi? If they are not, just know that you are a great writer and I just loved your work!!

a/n: HELLO I'M ALIVE! sorry these SO LONG but here they are :) some of them might be ooc but ahkdjsf also if you're curious i was reading Spinning Gears while writing Aku's so ye

warnings: profanity, mentions of violence, blood, very angsty for some, probably ooc

accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument

featuring: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi x GN!Reader

Dazai Osamu

There was something uncertain that stirred something deep within him - something he couldn't bring himself to face.

It could've been anything: the staleness of the air, the lingering aftertaste of the shitty coffee he had that morning, an intrusive thought he left uncontrolled, the sadness of the setting sun...

Not knowing the source bothered him. It bothered him so much that although words were flying exasperatedly throughout the room, he had regressed into his own mind.

It was the wrong move. He had underestimated how powerful the darkness was, and as it continued to grow like a whirlpool, he was swallowed into an ocean of abandoned thoughts.

He hadn't felt like this in years. Memories and voices from those times reverberated so strongly that nothing from the current moment could touch him. He didn't even have any idea what was happening.

Yet just a single phrase had managed to penetrate, and as soon as it hit it had triggered something despicable.

It was the silence that followed that snapped him out of it, not the stinging sensation at the back of his hand.

You slowly slumped down the wall and onto the floor. Not for a single moment did your stunned expression or blank eyes waver - in your silent tears flowed the last drops of your energy.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. Why were you apologizing? It was he who had done wrong, so why-

"Y/N..." he weakly called out, only to be met with another apology.

"Y/N, I'm sorry..."

He fell down to his knees before tightly embracing your whole body. He apologized once more, yet you didn't even stir. Another attempt amounted to nothing. Desperate to feel something from you, his grasp on you tightened further.

"Y/N, I love you-"

How many times had he said that? Countless times at this point, countless. Each and every one was as genuine as it could get - he hoped you knew that - yet none of them seemed to reach the same level of sincerity and regret to those declarations of those moments.

For all the eloquent speech this man had cultivated over the years, there he was, repeating the same three words over and over again - each iteration once more getting twice as desperate - until finally your hand grasped his shirt.

He could still feel your tears flowing freely, but at least you relaxed somewhat, letting him relax somewhat as well.

"I love you too," you weakly replied. "I love you so much... idiot..."

No words were exchanged after that; perhaps none were needed, or rather none existed that could fill in that need. The whole night he never let you go - not even once - as you two reconciled in each other's presence in silence.

Nakahara Chuuya

It's no secret that Chuuya's temper was more volatile than his favorite wine. Depite that, however, he doesn't let his emotions get the better him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made it this far in the mafia hierarchy.

Today was different. The stressful events of the week left him with hardly any room to breathe, and an argument at home was the last thing he needed.

"Can't you handle that shit yourself, Y/N?!"

He knew that you knew that there were times, such as now, when he should not be approached. So why were you here, being more insistent than ever?

The tone of your voice was already rubbing off of him, and you just had to-

"Fucking hell-"

Without thinking, he kicked the chair beside him. The poor thing managed to take most of his anger, but a piece of debris had unfortunately broken off and flew, hitting you squarely on the face.

It was in such unbelievably perfect timing that Chuuya thought at first his mind had come this stupid situation until he heard your scoff clearly.

"What the-"

Before you could process what had happened, he ran to you and grabbed you into a tight embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

You just stood there, still confused. Your forehead stung a bit, but it was nothing compared to the warmth you were enveloped in all of the sudden. You had expected a raging anger and frustration from Chuuya but it just... disappeared.

"Shit- I really didn't mean to, Y/N. I'm sorry-"

Were you relieved to hear that from him? Sure, a bit. But what about the fury that was all-consuming just a while ago? What were you to do with that?

Your silent rumination only unsettled him more. If he clueless as to what you were thinking, he would be just as lost as with what to do.

"Let's go over it again, okay? I'm not going to get mad this time."

More than the chair, it was his words that he flung at you that upset him the most now that he was sober from his emotions.

"I swear I won't get mad. So talk to me. Please. Y/N-"

He was vigorously but gently shaking your shoulder all the while, hoping to get something from you.

And he finally did - but a loud laugh was not what he expected.

"This is so stupid."

It was his turn to be confused. Yes, it was stupid - stupid of him to have done any of that - but he had no idea what you meant by that.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his neck. "I mean - a flying piece of broken chair? Really?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N-"

"I'm also sorry," you finally said calmly. "I knew you've been stressed recently, but I-"

"It's still my fault. It ain't your fault."

"No. It's mine."

"The heck are you saying?"

You stared at him again, pouting this time yet barely able to contain your laughter.

"Tsk. We are not going to fight over this," he answered playfully.

As quickly as the tension built so did it dissipate - a feature of most of your quarrels that the two of you were grateful to have.

You embraced him tightly once more. "I'm so lucky to have you, Chuuya."

Although you couldn't see his face, you could feel his smile spread. "Same here."

"I love you, Chuuya."

He loosened his grip on you before kissing you on the forehead. "I love you too."

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

You both knew this would happen eventually. Yet that didn't make things any easier when it did.

The rage had blinded him instantly; he didn't even realize it happen. Within a split second there was a reddish-black flash and a small familiar gasp.

The scent of blood triggered such a vivid vision for him. You had fallen to the floor soundlessly, and there you were lying lifelessly. It was a vision he'd seen many times before - in lucid moments, in delirium, oftentimes in his sleep.

It couldn't be real this time... could it? By instinct, he covered his right eye with his hand. There he still saw the same bloody scene, while on the left eye he saw that there was nothing in front of him: no pool of blood and no motionless corpse. But as what always happened when he tried to disillusion himself, a headache then formed.

Only letting himself relax a bit, Akutagawa began to slowly look for you. He was sure there was blood spilled - although his eyes failed him, his nose never did. The same goes for all his other senses, it seemed, and so he let those four lead them to you.

He landed in front of a mahogany door. The sobbing and shuffling were unmistakable to him despite the thickness of the wood muffling the sounds significantly. He carefully approached and knocked on it lightly before calling out your name.

"Y/N...?"

The whimpering did not stop in the slightest, shaking him further. What if you weren't actually there and his hearing became unreliable as well?

"Y/N, please answer. I need to know you're there..."

His eyes saw fresh blood ooze out of the gap between the door and the floor. No. There was nothing there; his nose and fingers confirmed it. Shit. His delusions were getting worse even if both of his eyes were closed.

"Y/N, please... forgive me-"

There was no way you could, he thought. You shouldn't, you wouldn't, and if it was true that he had hurt you let alone kill you, then he wouldn't forgive himself either.

The gentle creak of the door jolted him despite how soft and slow you opened the door. He was met by a disheveled and tear-stricken you, blood slowly dripping down from your left arm. So many words flashed by in his vision but the only one that came out of his lips was your name.

"Y/N..."

His hand slowly reached for you - although where it aimed to touch it had no idea - as he waited for any sign from you to stop. You seemed fine with it, and his fingers ended up softly landing on the wound. It was just a graze, fortunately, however the bleeding was still continuous.

He unleashed Rashoumon to wrap and put pressure on the wound. "We should get you to a hospital," he said in a low and gentle voice.

You two wordlessly walked to the nearest clinic, almost wordlessly had your wound treated, and just as silently went back home. The entire time his still persistent headache throbbed along with the worries of what exactly it was you were thinking then. How could you still be okay with this? Or were you already planning to leave him then and there? If that was the best for you, then he had no choice than to accept it.

"Ryuu..." It was so affectionate that he thought he was delusional again. "How's your headache?"

His eyes widened at your words. How did you notice that? "It's not so terrible," he replied weakly. Really, it should be him asking how you were.

"That's good."

Before you entered your own room, he pulled on your other arm (gently) to explain himself. His delusions have been getting worse, that's why his instincts targeted you in his anger. That's what happened, wasn't it? But making such excuses was for weak men, and weak as he may be he couldn't bring himself to waste your sanity any further. He decided to apologize, but he ended up staring intensely into your eyes the entire time.

"It's alright. It's really alright."

"It isn't," he quickly asserted. "And it won't happen again."

Your smile, although weak from that night's endeavors, seemed genuine enough to him. It truly must have been real with the way it somehow subsided his headache. Still, it wasn't enough to wipe away the guilt.

And so he had decided to sleep on the couch: a preemptive measure and act of penance. But it wasn't like he could actually sleep after what happened. Most likely he would've spent the entire night reflecting on the incident and on ways to make it up to you.

"What are you doing?" There was a mix of curiosity, confusion, and amusement in your voice. "I've been waiting for you."

Without waiting for him to reply, you pulled on his arm and dragged him to bed. Your arms then wrapped themselves tightly on his waist.

"...isn't it dangerous? I might hurt you again." He was referring to his dreams affecting his physical sleeping, but his mind had pinned a larger meaning to it.

"You might," you answered nonchalantly. "But knowing you, it would never be intentional."

The gentle weight of your head on his chest had always soothed him. "You trust me too much."

"I do. It's because I love you too much, you know?"

You heard a small scoff, but even if you couldn't see his face you knew it accompanied a small smile.

"I don't know how rough you're having it right now, but please know that my love for you is real... just as I know your love for me is real."

Oh, if only you knew how much those words mattered to him- no. It would be too much.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he embraced you tighter.

"I love you too." You then snuggled deeper into his chest. "Good night, Ryuu. Sweet dreams."

Nakajima Atsushi

Atsushi was always afraid that he'd hurt you some way or the other, and so he was always extremely careful with anything that involved you. Even in arguments he did his best to collect himself (not that he got THAT angry anyway - most of the time he just becomes sad) and not break down in front of you spontaneously.

That's why he wasn't sure why he got so worked up this time. Perhaps everything has just been overwhelming recently and you getting angry at him was simply the final straw. Was he truly such a failure at everything to everyone?!

He was grasping a glass of milk to drink and calm himself when the frustration rushed through his blood. His grip tightened and shattered the glass, spilling liquid, shards, and blood everywhere.

Of course, you somehow quickly remained level-headed and tried to attend to his injury.

"Wait let me see your-"

As soon as your hand grazed his, he swatted it away with great force. Leave me alone, it screamed, and you heard the message loud and clear. Too clear, perhaps, since you took a few steps back to counter the impact.

Your silent and intense stare was what brought him out of it. Just the idea of hitting you, let alone that powerfully, was just so unimaginable to him that he began to break down.

It must've been the tiger's uncontrollable strength again - it's always been that. Whenever he loses control himself it's that wild beast that takes over, causing Atsushi to commit acts of savergy.

But there was no ability at that moment. There was no tiger. There was nothing to blame it on, except himself. By instinct, he retreated to himself and fell to the floor, staring at nothing in particular.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I didn't know what I was thinking-"

His stammering and shivering were so intense - it was unlike anything you've seen before. Apology after apology came, but did the complete opposite of relieving you.

You slowly approached him, wondering if you should try and touch him again. Usually your gentle shoulder rubs were enough to calm him down.

"Atsushi...?"

More than being hurt once again, you were more afraid that he'd regressed into that place again.

You tried to snap him out of it slowly: gently talking to him, reassuring him, trying to convince him that you weren't going anywhere despite what happened and will happen.

And by some miracle it worked. His tear-stricken eyes met yours, and the softness in them finally returned.

"Are you okay?" You asked once more.

"Y-yeah, I'm fi- No, wait. Are you okay?"

His hand instinctively shot up to check your hand and arm, but it stopped right before it grazed your skin. What the heck was thinking, trying to grab you right after that?

"Oh, don't worry too much. I'm fine. There's no wound and it probably won't bruise."

Atsushi wanted to breathe easily after hearing you say that but there was more to the question that needed answering. Thankfully, you caught on quickly.

"I swear, I'm fine." You smiled at him again and gently pat his head. "You've apologized enough. So let's just clean up this mess, okay?"

Before you could even attempt to stand up, he practically grabbed you and squeezed your whole being as he buried his head in your neck.

"Thank you, Y/N." He whispered before hugging you even tighter. "I love you so, so much. I promise I'll do better next time."

You returned the gesture. Awgh. How much your heart swelled despite what happened. "I love you too, Atsushi."

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#bsd #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi #wtf did different writers write for these four HAAHAH so inconsistent hori shiet #hope it's fine tho pls don't notice #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #atsushi x reader

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a/n: hello guys it's been a LONG while! finally back with just a short one reflecting my mood- I mean just to pick up the pace again. y'all know which fic is coming up next ;)

beach

Atsushi burst into the office with a large stack of binders, sweat dripping from the very top of his head to the tips of his fingers. Surprised at his own loud entrance, he apologized to the other people in the room.

“It’s fine,” Kunikida replied without lifting his eyes from the monitor. “At least you’re doing work instead of being… idly quiet.”

The last two words were in no doubt referring to the only other person inside. Dazai was sitting comfortably at his armchair - somehow his peaceful and even smug expression disturbed Atsushi. If anything, he expected his senior to be out and about enjoying this fine August afternoon.

“But what can you do when it’s so hot?” Dazai answered as if he read Atsushi’s mind. “Go outside in this heat? But why? What’s better than enjoying the cool temperature of the office?”

“Maybe keeping your fingers moving?!”

“Oh, but they are moving.” His thumb flicked up in an exaggerated motion, earning another grunt from his partner. “Just look at all these people complaining about today!”

But only a few thumb swipes later, his amusement suddenly fell flat on its face.

“Is something wrong, Dazai-san-”

“The beach!” He suddenly exclaimed. “Of course - what could be better than going to the beach!”

“But didn’t you just say that-”

“What if I go now, hmm? You think I could still see the sunset-”

Before he could ramble on any further, Dazai was dragged back to his seat and scolded for longer than anyone could care for. The peace of the office had been blown away by such a gentle breeze - as if it were anything new - leaving Atsushi to try and focus on his own work. But before he could do so, a notification from his phone grabbed his attention.

Apparently, you just posted something.

Wish you were here ;)

The photos attached were of you and a few friends by the beach, enjoying yourselves to the fullest. The refreshing drinks, striking swimsuits, and of course your smiles that rivaled the summer sun made for the perfect vacation, he thought, and no doubt this is what soured Dazai’s mood.

He’s as hopeless as ever, Atsushi thought to himself. If only his mentor were more honest with you...

taglist: @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin, @dazaee, @menshusband, @celestair, @bloobewy, @kunikida-simp

#i MISS THE BEACH #tho it's been raining a lot where i live lol :(#bsd #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n

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kunikinnie · 9 months

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apparently we're rare

ive been told at least 3 times that "its not every day you meet a kunikida simp" or "oh wow youre a kunikida lover?" or something like that and every time i think its really funny

like wdym you dont like the neurotic grumpy man who's over 6 feet tall and wears suits and is always stressed out thats like 67% of my fictional crushes

i think i know like.... 1 ?? ( @kunikida-simp )

pls reblog if you are also a kunikida person

#I LIVE #KUNIKIDA APOLOGIST IS ALIVE AN KICKING #sorry for this being my first post in a while lol #I just want you all to know that my love for the best man on this show has revived me once again #rambles

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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happy birthday to the birthday boy! (04/29)

dazai baked him a cake. is it edible?

yes, but it's slowly falling apart!

there might've been many attempts to bake this cake... half of them were burnt.

#happy birthday chuuya!#happy birthday nakahara-sensei!!

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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What the hell is going on over that fence.

#i don't know bsd twt well to know wtf is happening #but it must be THAT bad for the OFFICIAL ANIME ACCT to make a statement!!#please guys be mature and leave the real authors and their fans alone #bsd #important

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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how to bond with ur partner- an extensive guide by Dazai!

#this meme fits him perfectly #SO CUTE I WANT ONE #bsd #kunikida doppo #dazai osamu

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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hii i saw you had requests open for hcs, i’ve never really requested anything before so i if this is not the format please feel free to ignore it😭 could you do fukuzawa being in love with a reader who works at the ADA (so he can’t confess or anything cause it would be unprofessional etc even tho the feeling seems mutual). kinda angsty kwkwkaksk sorry if it’s confusing, feel free to ignore

a/n: hello nice anon! dw I'm not strict with the format (esp since for now I specified I'm only doing HCs) and thank you for your VERY wonderful prompt! Nothing I love more than pining, angst and Fukuzawa HAHAHA sorry for finishing this so fast currently brainrotting over this man rn

hiding his feelings

featuring: Fukuzawa x GN!Reader

Within the first few years of the Agency's founding, Fukuzawa had already accepted that falling for someone, moreover being in a relationship, was no longer an option for him. Fate had been kind enough to spare him from that trouble - at least until recently.

You were just another employee to whom he shared little time with. Sometimes you'd ask him for advice regarding certain topics, but most of the time the only interactions you had were limited to serving him tea and updating him about work.

He doesn't know how or why he suddenly held an affection for you that was far from what was appropriate. All he knew was that one day, his gaze lingered at you for longer than it should have as the echo of your laughter resounded in his head.

The moment he realized it was the moment he was damned. Aside from you being a mere employee and he your boss, he was far too old to be allowed to harbor romantic feelings for someone much younger than him. It was wrong. If anyone (especially anyone outside the Agency) found out, he would never recover from the fall.

He should nip the problem in the bud. He shouldn't warm up to you, indulge in the little tenderness you showed him, or take the time to talk to you a bit more. But the more he tries to stop himself, the more he finds himself yearning for you.

The only consolation he had was that it seemed that you were completely oblivious to it all. Not returning his feelings would make it much easier for him to quietly get over you.

Until he noticed that you too held a certain fondness for him.

Were you just thankful someone understood your troubles like how a father does? Or did you enjoy being with him the same way he enjoyed being with you? Or was he just being delusional?

He should be hoping that you didn't return his feelings, right? Yet here he was hoping that you did, even if only a sliver of it. Sometimes he'd let himself dream and try to pursue you there.

In the end, no matter how passionate the raging fire was in him, he never found out the answer to any of his questions.

Dazai offered to set you up with someone - some gentleman who's interested in you, apparently - and while you seemed curious, something was holding you back.

Fukuzawa's cold, emotionless words betrayed the aching heart that rose all the way to his throat. "Why don't you try it, Y/N? You might find out he's a good match for you."

He might have been wrong, but he thought that your face darkened slightly at his words. In the silence before you weakly thanked him hung an unspoken pain that he'd never felt from you before.

Perhaps it confirms everything. Perhaps it confirms nothing. But none of that matters now you've finally melted back into the background as a regular employee - just like how it should have been from the start.

#rbing for self-reference #gotta get dem angst #shameless self-reblog #fukuzawa yukichi

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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i'm glad you liked the fic! i was quite nervous since it was the first time i put that much effort in a fic... and posting it made me much more anxious :')

also thank you for the kind words! it makes me so happy ahhh

The effort you put in was definitely worth it :) And of course kind words only for a kind and wonderful author such as you hehe

Cheers to your future works!

#hoping you write more for fukuzawa jkjk #fukukinnie propaganda #write whatever the heck you want that's the only tip i can give you HAHA #asks

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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—Left Blooming Alone

ft. fukuzawa yukichi ( bungou stray dogs ), gn!reader

genre: hanahaki disease, one-sided pining, angst.

inspired by @kunikinnie

When did the seeds of admiration begin to seep?

Was it during the crisp autumn air or the bitter cold of winter? The memory of that time is hazy now, blurred by the passing of days and the ache of unrequited affection. You were foolish, falling for someone you knew you shouldn't have, someone who was out of your reach.

You respected your boss, Fukuzawa Yukichi, for his intelligence, his calm composure, and his unwavering dedication to the ideals of the Armed Detective Agency. As a lowly office worker, you knew you were barely noticed by anyone compared to him, but you appreciated how well he took care of the employees.

Wanting to show your gratitude, you searched for the perfect gift. Perhaps some refined tea, but you weren't sure of his specific tastes. In the end, you settled on an anonymous gift box filled with adorable photos of stray cats you had taken, along with a comfy blanket adorned with cat patterns. It was a safe bet, seeing how your boss had an obvious fondness for feline creatures. And to convey your heartfelt appreciation, you added a bouquet of light pink camellias, hoping that the message would reach its recipient.

On this much-needed break day, you embarked on your mission to feed the stray cats once again. You were well-prepared for any unexpected situations, equipped with first aid supplies and trash bags. As you made your way through the city, your mind was occupied with thoughts of the feline friends you were about to meet.

However, fate had other plans in store for you. In an unexpected turn of events, you found yourself face to face with none other than your boss, Fukuzawa. His unexpected appearance caught you off guard, and you could feel your heart racing as you struggled to regain your composure. You couldn't help but wonder if your co-workers had forced him out of the stifling office environment, judging from the look of reluctance on his face. The encounter left you feeling flustered and uneasy, as you had only ever interacted with him in a professional setting before. Nevertheless, you tried to maintain your composure and act as if everything was normal.

But as the two of you exchanged awkward glances, you couldn't shake the feeling that he knew you were the one behind the anonymous gift box you had sent him. The embarrassment you felt was palpable, and you found yourself struggling to come up with something to say.

That's when your boss finally broke the silence with a stiff cough, his words awkward but well-intentioned. "You seem giddy today," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. You sensed a rush of excitement that he might be interested in getting to know you better.

Gathering your courage, you replied, "Uh, yes, sir. I'm just finding stray cats to feed." To your surprise, your boss revealed that he too shared similar plans, and you couldn't resist the urge to invite him along on your adventures around the city. Together, the two of you explored the city in search of furry friends.

As you walked and talked, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to your boss. Perhaps it was the shared love for cats, or maybe it was his relaxed demeanor outside work. You didn’t feel pressured or uncomfortable around him, in fact, you felt reassured with his presence.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you stumbled upon a group of cats gathered around a particular alley. As you approached, you noticed one of the pregnant cats from last time. You hoped she had safely given birth to her kittens and was relieved to see them nursing happily by her side.

Lost in thought, you were startled when he spoke up behind you. "Looks like we found the mother and her babies." Fukuzawa had quietly joined you in observing the cats. You felt a rush of embarrassment, realizing you had been lost in your thoughts about him.

He continued, "You seem to have a way with cats. I admire your compassion for them. It's not something you see every day." His words caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. You couldn't help but feel a connection with him, as you both shared a love for these adorable creatures.

You spent the rest of the day with him, exploring the city and feeding cats. You talked about everything and anything, and you felt like you were getting to know him on a more personal level. Though unintentional on his part, his slight awkwardness yet genuine behavior found him to be naturally endearing. As the sun began to set and it was time to head back, you felt a sense of disappointment.

Whatever the reason, the seeds of attraction that had begun to take root in your heart. Seeds that would soon bloom into a one-sided pining consumes your heart, leaving you breathless and longing for something that could never be.

When did the seedlings of adoration take root?

The more time you spent with Fukuzawa, the more you realized how much you enjoyed his company. As you both fed stray cats and rescued abandoned kittens, you found yourself laughing and admiring the way he cared for the furry creatures. As he offered treats to a group of cats, you couldn't help but notice the way his blue eyes sparkled with joy. Each meeting was filled with little moments that made your heart skip a beat: his dejected expression when a cat rejected his treats, the way he talked to the cats in the park during the evening hours.

He was undeniably charming in a unique way, and you found yourself feeling grateful to be by his side. As the weeks went by, your meetings became more frequent, and your conversations became longer. You shared stories about your childhood, your dreams, and your fears. And yet, even as you spent more and more time together, you didn't realize the true nature of your feelings.

It wasn't until you found yourselves taking walks around the park during the evening hours that you truly began to understand the depth of your attraction to him. The way he spoke to the cats, the way he smiled, the way he offered you his coat when you were cold �� all of these things made your heart skip a beat.

You shared phone numbers and started texting each other throughout the day, feeling giddy every time your phone buzzed with a message from him. You even found yourself thinking about him when you weren't together, wondering if he was thinking about you too.

You tried to convince yourself that it was just a passing crush, that you were simply enjoying his company. But as he walked you back to your apartment, his warmth and scent enveloping you, you couldn't help but feel like there was something more.

When did the flowers of love bloom?

It wasn't a sudden realization, but rather a gradual and insidious creeping feeling that took hold of you, consuming your every thought and filling you with a sense of longing that you couldn't shake off.

As you found yourself daydreaming about Fukuzawa during work meetings and replaying your conversations in your head, you realized the truth - you were falling in love with him. You couldn't believe it at first, but the more you thought about him, the more you realized that your feelings were real. You would catch yourself stealing glances at him during meetings, studying the way he spoke and moving with an intensity that surprised even you. You found yourself constantly thinking about him, wondering what he was doing.

It started with innocent daydreams and idle fantasies, but soon turned into a full-blown crush that you couldn't hide from your colleagues. Kunikida's scolding, Yosano's nagging, and Haruno's giggles couldn't snap you out of it. You were lost in your own world, one where Fukuzawa was the only thing that mattered. You imagined what it would be like to be with him, to share your life with him, to be the one he turned to when he needed comfort or support. You knew it was all just a fantasy, but you couldn't help but feel consumed by your one-sided pining.

The realization of love was both thrilling and terrifying. You didn't know if he felt the same way, and you didn't want to risk your friendship by confessing your feelings. And yet, even as you tried to push your feelings aside, you couldn't deny the butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw him.

Then came that specific day around the hot summers when Fukuzawa called you into his office. You panicked, wondering if he had caught onto your feelings or if it was something work-related. Ranpo's smug grin only added to your confusion.

As it turned out, Fukuzawa thanked you for a gift you had sent him months earlier. But what caught your attention was his smile. Oh, that smile. It was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen, and it nearly made your heart explode from its fast rhythm. You had lost the ability to speak, or hear, or even think. Your brain short-circuited at that moment.

It was so beautiful that you silently pleaded for him to stop or else he might drive you insane. You engraved the sight to your core. It was so unfair, if he only knew the power he held over you. It was both a blessing and a curse because you knew that you were in deep trouble.

You couldn't help but wonder if Fukuzawa felt the same way about you as you did about him. You knew it was foolish to even consider such a possibility, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between you. You knew that the chances of anything happening between the two of you were slim to none, but you couldn't help but hold onto a small glimmer of hope.

When did the flowers of love bloom? It was a question you couldn't answer, but you knew that they had taken root in your heart, and there was no going back.

When did the petals fade and the reality of unrequited love set in?

Despite your best efforts to bury your feelings, they continued to grow stronger, fueled by every gesture of kindness from Fukuzawa. But the harsh truth was that he would never reciprocate your feelings. You were just a friend to him, nothing more.

The memories of the moments that once brought you joy now brought a dull ache to your chest. The times he held your hand, leaned in close to listen to you, or even just smiled at you were all just acts of friendship on his part. You knew you had to let go of the idea of being with him romantically, but it was easier said than done.

You thought about how unfair it was that you had fallen for someone who would never feel the same way about you. It was like the petals of the flower of love had bloomed only to wither away before they even had a chance to fully flourish. You tried to hold onto hope, but it was futile. It only led to more pain and heartache.

He pulled you up to a spot where the entire Yokohama city was glittering like a million diamonds. He then uttered words of appreciation for your friendship, but it felt like a mere formality, and his apology for not valuing you enough sounded like a cruel joke. As he swore to protect you under the moon, you could feel your heart sinking into a dark abyss of despair. The tears that rolled down your cheeks weren't of joy, but of a broken spirit, as you realized that the words you desperately longed to hear from him would never come.

As Fukuzawa spoke, you could feel your heart breaking into a million tiny pieces. You had always known that your feelings for him were more than just friendship, but hearing him admit that he treasures your friendship and nothing more made it feel like a knife was twisting in your chest.

You couldn't help but remember all the times he had been there for you, holding your hand through difficult times, and the warmth of his embrace when you leaned on him during that car ride. The late-night visit with medicine and tea when you were sick, and the moments where he shielded you from the bustling crowds. All these moments replayed in your mind like a sad and bittersweet movie, making your chest feel tight and your eyes well up with tears.

You knew that you shouldn't have let yourself hope, but it was hard not to, especially when he had such control over your heart. His words echoed through your mind like a broken record, and you found yourself wondering if he even realized the effect he had on you.

As you looked out over Yokohama city, all lit up in its nightly splendor, you couldn't help but feel small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You wished you could find a way to make him see you in a different light, but you knew that was impossible.

You woke up the next day feeling drained and hollow, the weight of unrequited love sitting heavily on your chest. The events of the previous night replayed in your mind, the memories cutting deep like a thousand razor-sharp knives. You thought about how foolish you must have looked, pouring out your heart to Fukuzawa, only to be met with pity and sympathy. The way he had looked at you with those kind eyes, his gentle voice soothing your broken heart, made it all the more unbearable.

The metallic scent and the petals that littered your bed made you realize that something inside of you had shattered. The blood drops that leaked from your lips were a physical manifestation of the pain in your heart, and you knew that it would take a long time to heal, if ever.

As the day wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on your work, your mind consumed by thoughts of him. You couldn't help but wonder if you had misinterpreted his actions and words, if you had built up your hopes too high. You knew that you were just a colleague to him, a friend at best, but your heart refused to listen to reason.

The petals that had fallen from your lips the night before had not stopped, and you knew that it was a sign of something serious. You were hesitant to seek medical help, fearing the worst. You couldn't bear the thought of what it could mean, that your unrequited love for Fukuzawa was literally tearing you apart from the inside out.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself increasingly isolated, unable to even confide in your closest friends. You didn't want to burden them with your problems, nor did you want to face their judgment. You felt like you were trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and misery, unable to break free. As the weeks turned into months, you found yourself becoming more and more withdrawn. You knew that you had to find a way to move on from your feelings for Fukuzawa, but you couldn't seem to do it. You were consumed by your love for him, and it felt like there was no way out.

Before long, Ranpo, the revered detective of your agency and the younger colleague you often treated to sweet treats, noticed the misery etched on your face. He urged you to confess your deep-rooted feelings, offering a compelling argument. But the reality of the situation crushed your poor beating heart to pieces, and you chose to ignore his advice. After all, your life was yours to ruin.

How you longed to magically lock away this poisonous feeling devouring your body. But even catching a glimpse of Fukuzawa's silhouette was enough to make you cover your mouth, desperate to keep those cursed flowers from spilling forth. You still clung to something unreachable, even though hope was the most dangerous thing for you. Confessing your feelings would shatter the precious bond between you and the agency's president, causing him trouble and leaving you wracked with guilt. As the petals bloomed more and more within your lungs, you knew you had to prepare for the worst.

Perhaps he had noticed your gloomy behavior and hesitant avoidance of him. He gently pulled you aside and asked, his voice soft and tender. It was ironic that the one who had drowned you in misery was now trying to console you, entirely unaware of his own role. You hated how he wrapped his arms around you, tears cascading down as they stained his haori. You fought back the urge to choke on those petals threatening to spill forth, your knees buckling pathetically in his embrace. "Let's just stay like this for a while," you responded in a hoarse voice that threatened to break apart. It was both upsetting and embarrassing, but you didn't want him to ever let go.

You were still standing at the tunnel's exit, hopelessly waiting for something, deep down you knew hope was the most dangerous thing to hold onto. The petals continued to bloom within you, and you couldn't help but wonder when they would finally wither away.

When did the flowers wither?

As you reflect on the memories of your unrequited love for Fukuzawa, the weight of your heartbreak presses heavily on your chest. The vibrant colors of spring that once brought joy now mock you with their beauty, a painful reminder of what you can never have. You gave so much of yourself to him, learning his preferences, caring for him in ways that only a true love could. But your efforts were in vain, your love unreturned, and your heart shattered.

The petals of love that once bloomed within you now fall from your lips with every breath, each one a reminder of the pain and regret that consume you. The metallic taste of blood lingers in your mouth, a constant reminder of the physical toll that your emotional turmoil has taken on your body.

Despite your efforts to hide your suffering, you know that something is seriously wrong. The rare and deadly disease that has been triggered by your intense emotional stress threatens to take everything from you, including your life.

As you lay in the hospital bed, the future once so bright now uncertain, you can't help but wonder if it was all worth it. Was your love for Fukuzawa worth sacrificing your health and well-being? The answer eludes you, lost in the sea of pain and heartache that now defines your existence.

But one thing is certain - your unrequited love has forever changed you. The once vibrant and hopeful person you were is now replaced with a shell of your former self, consumed by pain and regret.

As you come to terms with the reality of the situation, the finality of your unreciprocated love hits you like a ton of bricks. Your heart will never heal, the scars left by your unrequited love a constant reminder of what could have been.

The flowers adorning your hospital room had withered just like your heart.

Their once vivid hues had faded into lifelessness, cruelly mirroring the pain and suffering you had endured. Lying in bed, you were surrounded by a plethora of colleagues and friends who had come to offer their support and well-wishes. They arrived with baskets of fruit and other tokens of kindness, but the bouquets of various flowers caught your attention the most.

A sense of irony pervaded you as you beheld the sickening beauty of the blooms that had triggered your downfall. Their scent had become unbearable to your senses, serving as a constant reminder of the anguish you had to endure. As the crowd of well-wishers ebbed and flowed, you couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence of one person - the one who had caused your misfortune. Fukuzawa, your respected leader, confidant, and the object of your deepest affections, had not paid you a visit. You were left to wonder if he even cared about your plight or if he had known about your predicament all along. The questions weighed heavily on your mind, making you feel hollow and despondent.

The thorns of the flowers had not only pierced your heart but also taken root in your mind, giving birth to the darkest thoughts and letting them fester like weeds. You were terrified of being rejected, not just for the pain of unrequited love but also for the possibility of losing a cherished friendship. You didn't want to lose that.

As the days turned into weeks, your condition only worsened, and you began to realize that you might never leave the hospital. It was then that you discovered the true nature of the flower petals that surrounded you. They were red camellias, symbolizing your undying and unrequited love for Fukuzawa. You crushed the petals within your palm, feeling the weight of your unrequited feelings on your heart. It was ironic how you hadn't even noticed what flowers they were before. Perhaps you should have paid closer attention to the florist's explanation.

Although the one you cherished the most did not appear, you were grateful for the company of Ranpo, Kunikida, and Yosano, who took the time to visit you despite their busy schedules. Even though Ranpo lacked the skills to offer you solace, he tried his best to cheer you up with his witty quips. Kunikida and Yosano offered nods of understanding, their mere presence bringing comfort to your aching soul. However, you couldn't ignore the concern etched on their faces every time you coughed up bloodied camellia petals.

As you lay in bed, surrounded by the remnants of the once-beautiful flowers, you couldn't help but feel the weight of your emotions. Your heart was broken, and the pain seemed to be unrelenting. But despite it all, you knew that you had to hold onto hope. Hope that one day, the flowers in your room will bloom again, and your heart will heal from the pain of unrequited love.

Goodbye, my darling flower.

Weeks turned into months, each passing day a brutal reminder of your deteriorating condition. Despite the cruel passage of time, you received no word from Fukuzawa - no letters, no visits, nothing. You couldn't help but wonder if he even cared about his old friend's well-being. You had always held him in high regard, but his indifference towards your suffering had left you feeling conflicted - did you loathe or love him more?

As the long winter came to an end, you realized with a heavy heart that Fukuzawa wasn't there to greet you. The new life of spring only served to remind you of the emptiness you felt inside. You couldn't understand why fate had dealt you this cruel hand. You didn't want to blame him for your feelings, but you couldn't help feeling hurt by his indifference. The winters had been harsh, but the coming of spring felt like a mockery that only made your love burn brighter and deeper, scarring you in the process.

The doctors gave you the grim news that your time was running out. Your body was giving up, and the end was near. They assured you that they would be there to support you, but the thought of leaving this world left you feeling numb and detached. Your mind was a haze of agony, and your heart felt heavy with sorrow.

As you lay there, lost in your thoughts, a voice broke through the silence. It was Fukuzawa, his silver hair framing his worried face as he gently held your hand. His presence brought you back to reality, and you wondered if you had already passed onto the next world. But his grip was real, and you knew that you were still alive.

With his familiar face before you, you found yourself feeling oddly clear-headed. You let out a hoarse chuckle, despite the pain it caused, as you tried to speak. Fukuzawa had finally arrived, in your final moments, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence. It was a complicated mix of emotions that you couldn't quite put into words, but you knew that you cherished this moment more than anything else in the world.

As you looked into Fukuzawa's eyes, you saw the pain and regret etched on his face. The man you loved, the man you had dedicated your life to, had betrayed you, not only by his actions but also by his words. You had hoped that he would come to your side to beg for your forgiveness, but instead, he came only to witness your final moments.

Your laughter was not born out of joy or amusement, but rather out of bitterness and a sense of irony. You couldn't believe that this was how it would all end. You, lying on your deathbed, and him, standing by your side, bearing witness to the consequences of his actions.

You wanted to be angry with him, to lash out and make him feel the same pain that you were feeling. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. You knew that he was haunted by the knowledge that he had caused you so much pain, and that he would have to live with that guilt for the rest of his life.

The realization that you were about to die filled you with a sense of panic and despair. You had so many hopes and dreams, so many things you wanted to experience and accomplish in life. But now, all of that was about to come to an end, and you were left with nothing but regret and sadness.

You turned to Fukuzawa and asked for a favor, your voice barely above a whisper. “A favor…Grant me one.” You wanted to call him by his first name, to break down the walls that had separated you for so long. It was a small request, but to you, it was everything. “...Yes, that’s fine.”

As you said the words "Yukichi, I love you," you felt a sense of release and liberation. You had finally confessed your love to the man who had held your heart for so long, and even though it was too late, you felt serenity knowing that he knew how you felt.

The petals falling from your lips were a constant reminder of your impending death, and yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of beauty in their fragility. They were a symbol of the love that had bloomed within you, a love that had ultimately withered and died.

As you took your final breath, you were filled with a sense of emptiness and loss, a feeling that would stay with Fukuzawa for the rest of his life. The memory of your unrequited love would forever haunt him, a painful reminder of the mistake he had made and the person he had lost.

note: i didn’t reread this because my attention span doesn’t allow me to. also, this is my offering to bungou stray dogs writers.

#omg there's nothing in the world i love more than a good fukuzawa angst #and hanahaki? SO well written #personally not a fan of the trope but i just love how it all played out! how happy and giddy it started to just sheer painful #akjsdfhlaksdj DELICIOUS #DELICIOUS SUMPTUOUS FIC #the language. the plot. the FEELS #i hope you write more i swear #seriously excited to see what else you've got in mind!!#thank you so much for tagging and being inspired by me!#i hope your flowers of writing bloom in a much warmer and beautiful and lovelier way :)#bsd #fukuzawa yukichi

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