#please do not tag this as oda/dazai XD
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Stay With You The Day - Late Birthday Gift
This is a late Birthday gift to my very good friend @galacticlee3 ! Sorry it came out a day late, but I hope you like it!!
This is a Platonic Lee!Dazai, Ler!Oda ticklefic! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!
Summary: Dazai decides to stay in Oda’s house and indulge in a few shenanigans. Oda really doesn’t mind though, as long as he can keep him company.
Word count: 5345
“Dazai.”
There are times where Dazai likes to sneak into Oda’s house. Not that he minds.
It’s a frequent occurrence, the busted lock of the backdoor and the most silent padding of feet at the very crack of dawn. Many times Oda would awake in his room to find Dazai rummaging through his closet, pawing at his different shirts of varying colors, before he’d make his wise pick and great get-away into the living room.
He’s as silent as still water, fluid and agile in his movements when he doesn’t wish to be noticed, and so that is a choice Oda respects. He won’t acknowledge his presence when his feet hardly hit the ground.
But there are some days, early enough in the morning that cicadas have yet to end their nightly song, that there’s a couple of thumps and banging that goes on in his living room, or his kitchen, maybe bathroom or guest bedroom.
When Dazai wasn’t trying to be silent, he sure made a lot of noise.
And that’s how Oda knows he wants company, which led to now.
Dazai perked up from where he was face deep in Oda’s pantry, caught red-handed with that family-size pack of Reese's Cups that Oda specifically bought for him to eat on occasion, not downing the bag in one night, as he seems to plan on doing.
He was swaddled in Oda’s biggest blue shirt, a singular rope of bandages tied around his waist to symbolize the closest thing he could get to a dress. He really liked to do that, weirdly enough. Almost as weird as his new craving for Reese’s Cups, actually.
“I fear I’ve made a mistake, introducing you to that.” Dazai gave a heavy pout and whine, clutching the bag close as if it were his very own newborn.
“But Odasakuuuuuu!” Dazai whined, stomping his foot against the counter like the child he was. “I know you have another in there! Just show me where it is and I’ll be on my merry way!” As much as Oda usually decided to let Dazai do whatever he wanted, imagining the kid on a sugar high (possibly while in the presence of that partner he constantly gushed about, which Dazai would deny and say he was complaining), would probably be the mistake of a century.
“But Dazai,” He monotonously mimicked, “You’re gonna have a sugar rush and then you’ll crash midday if you do that. I do not need my ability to make that prediction.” Sure, he may have bought like, five more packs of Reese’s Cups, but Dazai didn’t have to know there were that many more.
He couldn’t really help it either, it’s probably the first candy addiction Dazai’s ever had, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable.
Dazai continued to pout, puffy cheeks and all with the big shirt and flared pants he probably stole from a twenty-four hour store on the way here. If only Dazai knew just how well he could pull off the ‘cute look’, he’d be weaponizing it left right and center.
Oda gave a long sigh, but he’d yet to give up. If there’s at least one thing Oda could try and get him to do healthily, it would be to manage his candy intake. “Dazai, come down from there. If you do, I'll let you eat a third of that bag.”
Dazai narrowed his gaze, suspicion in his visible wine-brown eye that Oda could read as something playful. “But the whole bag……Odasaku…”
“Dazai. No.” Oda refused, taking a step closer to the other, who glared and glared and glared as Oda stepped closer. “Oda, these are my babies.”
“I have actual children, so I would know that those are not, in fact, your babies.”
Dazai let out the loudest gasp of offense Oda’s heard to date, clutching the bag even closer as Oda raised a single eyebrow. “Oda Sakunosuke!!” He spat, offended and clearly in disbelief. “You are the disrespect of mankind! Foul! Absolutely foul-OH SHIT–”
Oda just nearly caught him before Dazai leapt off the counter, making a mad dash for the living room. Oda sighed affectionately, knowing it was far too early for Dazai’s shenanigans, but went chasing after him anyways.
“Dazai–”
A pillow collides with his face, sending him stumbling back as Dazai makes a dash for his bedroom–
Oda lets it happen.
Dazai made these little, hasty giggles as the pillow made its contact, Oda letting him slip by like the slithering snake he was. He let the pillow fall, making note to take it up later as he turned on his heel and darted after the little fiend, who stumbled into his bedroom, quick to shut the door before Oda could get in himself.
Oda didn’t question the playful mood Dazai was in this early morning, but if he had to be honest, it was rather rare that he was ever this playful. Did he want something, then?
Oda opened the door to an empty bedroom, and for a second he actually thought Dazai made an escape through the window. He quickly dismisses the idea once catching sight of the locked window, unpicked.
So he was hiding now. Fun.
Oda’s first thought was to check under his bed, crouching down and pulling up the blanket to test his luck. There was none to be found.
He let out a small hum, because he knew Dazai was somewhere in his room, and there weren’t many places to hide anyways. He checked behind the bed, thinking that perhaps his friend had hid himself there. He had not.
The only other plausible choice would be the closet then, so many clothes of all different lengths hung up with drawers full of other clothes that wouldn’t fit on the rack too. Dazai had to be there, if not, then he must have done a miraculous disappearing act.
Oda stalked quietly over to the closet, observing its plain doors for any oddities before he went to grab its handles.
The moment he opened the closet door, two hands shot out from the darkness they blended into with a manic giggle, latching onto his sides and–
Ah.
So that’s what he wanted.
Oda moved back, a hand to his stubbled chin as he contemplated his next move.
Dealing with Dazai in that sort of mood is like dealing with a kid his actual age, and maybe Oda learned to work with kids under the age of ten, but those methods could still apply to Dazai either way, so how does he go about this, you ask?
Oda walked out of his bedroom.
He made sure to close the door enough at Dazai’s angle of sight to appear nearly closed, with only an inch ajar for Oda to look into. He crouched down, peering through the crack as he waited patiently.
Oda waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And–
The closet door creaked open slowly, and he watched Dazai crawl out of it, holding his prized possession close. He was clearly suspicious, not wanting to take chances but also not wanting to stay in that cramped closet for long. Perfect.
He peeked under the bed, perhaps decided that that would be a good place to hide next. So he slid the bag of chocolates under the bed first, getting ready to squeeze himself underneath next.
And there was his chance.
Oda burst through the door, grabbing Dazai by the leg as the other let out the loudest squeal he’s ever heard in his life–wow, there goes his eardrums–dragging him from halfway under the bed before tossing him on top of the mattress.
“Found you.” Oda proudly announced as Dazai attempted to scramble away, but the other held him down by the upper back, undeterred by Dazai’s feeble wiggling.
“Odasaku! Wait, can’t we talk this out!?” Dazai whined and complained, yelping when Oda flipped him on his back. “Nope. I told you not to eat them off in one day, Dazai.” Oda refused.
Dazai tried to bite back with another one of his remarks, but promptly burst into a fit of surprised giggles as Oda aggressively (yet harmlessly) shook him by the palm on his tummy, causing the sly teen to rock side to side rapidly, curling in on himself.
“Ohohohdasakuhuhu! Stahahap!” Oda however, did no such thing, practically vibrating Dazai on the bed, who giggled away endlessly.
Because that’s what he wanted. So Oda might as well do it. He never minds.
“You’re not doing anything to really stop me, Dazai. Why’s that?” Oda hummed absentmindedly, clawing his fingers and making Dazai squeak. That seemed to put his body into action, raising his hands to push at Oda’s face, a palm to his cheek and a palm to his forehead.
“Nohohoho! Plehehease, Odasaku!!” He couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s snickers and squeaks, even if the other was trying very hard to push him away, Oda knew he didn’t really mean it.
Whiiiich is probably why he went for the armpits.
Dazai let out a short scream, erupting in roaring laughter as his arms collided with his sides, only really trapping Oda’s hands instead. “How could you do this to me, Dazai? I’m trapped, I can’t believe you.” Oda smirked, tapping his fingers unfazed.
Dazai continued to laugh and giggle as Oda played him like an instrument, shimmying his fingers down Dazai’s sides and riling up the other’s wiggles even more than before. Dazai tried with all his might–which admittedly wasn’t much–to get the upper hand and get away, but Oda was far too strong for him, and he could only really sit there and take it.
“Are you going to give up the candies now?” Oda hummed, letting out a puff of laughter at Dazai’s head shaking in a vehement ‘no’. Of course he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t be Dazai if he was anything but stubborn.
Thankfully, Oda knew how to make the other give up quick.
The moment his hands even made the suggestion to switch to his neck, Dazai was pleading.
“WAIT!!! Waitwaitwait, Odahahasakuuhuhu!! Plehehehease, not that–not thahahat!!” Oda wasn’t even doing anything except tickling his side with one hand, the other wandering up to his neck. “If you don’t want this, then give up the candy.”
“Buhuhuhut my candyhihihi!” Dazai whined, only to let out a near deafening shriek as Oda feigned a sharp motion to his neck, the other practically jumping with the giggly jitters.
He does it again and again at random intervals, just to hear Dazai shriek before he can even properly think about it. He only had to slide a finger down his neck for a second before the other gave up.
“AAAAH!! OKAY OKAY OKAY!!! Tahahake the candy, dahahamihihihit!! Just stahahahahap!!!” Triumphant, Oda gave him one last tummy-shake, lifting himself up and letting the teen mafioso catch his breath as he quickly retrieved the family-sized bag.
He was swift to grab it and get up from the floor, smiling to himself when he gazed upon his friend, tired and giggly and very, very limp, a bright blush coloring his otherwise pale cheeks.
“Want to watch a movie?” Dazai hummed a little, raising a brow at him. “We can watch Princess Mononoke.” That got him to perk up, lifting himself onto his elbows with a wide, intrigued eye.
Princess Mononoke was always his favorite Movie, after all.
Oda held his hand out to him, but Dazai pouted at that. “We’re watching Princess Mononoke, Odasaku!!” He huffed, only causing his friend to fondly roll his eyes, knowing what Dazai wanted from him.
Dazai slid to the edge of the bed, allowing Oda to scoop him up with his other arm and carry him out of the room. They ventured down to the living room as Dazai buried his head in the crook of Oda’s neck, clearly content to let the other do all the heavy lifting. As always, Oda wasn’t one to mind that behavior from him.
Soon enough he had the little prodigy settled down on the couch, wrapped in one of the weighted blankets Oda had bought for him, a star-shaped pillow squished in his arms. He allowed Dazai to handle the TV as he himself went to prepare some movie snacks, lightly monitoring Dazai from the kitchen.
Why was he doing that, one may ask?
Well, he doesn’t pull out that weighted blanket for no reason.
Oda’s bought him multiple over the months, mostly because of Dazai’s obsession with their comfort. However, the one draped over Dazai right now was the heaviest one they owned, with a bright ocean blue that he knew reminded Dazai of a certain someone.
It was his comfort blanket when he was in distress.
So his friend wasn’t just in that mood for no reason. He wanted comfort right about now.
At least that was something Oda could give him.
He soon returned with the movie snacks as Dazai brought up Princess Mononoke, excited stars in his eyes as Oda sat right next to him.
“Can I start now? Can I??” Dazai asked impatiently. Oda gave an approving nod, and Dazai happily turned to the tv and started the movie, relaxing back on the couch and hugging his star pillow even tighter than before.
It was at times like these that Oda could really see what he was meant to be. A happy little kid enjoying a movie of fantasies, with his own childish delights and all. He didn’t have to be the terrifying Demon Prodigy, nor the teenager with ‘no soul’ or someone who ‘wasn’t human’.
He was just Dazai Osamu, the little kid with a big brain, and even bigger imagination.
…
It took until Ashitaka met the Forest Spirit for Oda to ask.
“Is something bothering you lately, Dazai?” Dazai perked up, yet refused to take his eyes off the television as he hummed in faux thought.
“Whatever do you mean, Odasaku?” Dazai asked right back. Oda shrugged, poking the weighted blanket that covered Dazai in warmth. “Comfort blanket.” was all he needed to say.
Dazai remained silent for a while longer, intently focused on the movie, yet not truly processing it anymore, if the glaze of his eyes was any indication.
“Chibi’s away on an overseas mission.” Ah, that makes sense. “He told me he’d go find himself a better partner in the UK.” Dazai then gave an overdramatic scoff and muttered, “Like he’d ever find a better owner than me…”
So he was worried for him, and also scared that Chuuya’s words might be true, huh?
Oda couldn’t help but smile.
“You know how he is when it comes to you two,” Oda muttered. “From what you’ve told me, I don’t think he’s actually looking for another partner, Dazai.”
“Well of course he’s not!” Dazai boasted. “Chibi’s just a brainless dog who can’t be tamed, so as his owner I’m the only one who has the right to be with him!!” Oda raised a brow at that, waiting for a couple of seconds for Dazai to catch on.
That didn’t take long, Dazai’s brain finally processing what he said as his face turned a beet red, and he clamped his jaw shut.
“You’re the ‘only one who has the right to be with him’, huh?” Dazai made an embarrassed noise, hiding his face under the pillow as he rapidly shook his head. “No! Y-You don’t get it, Odasaku! I’m saying that I’m the only one who can put up with his stupid recklessness! It’s dangerous to send that dog away on his own without me!!” He really tried to justify himself, but he wasn’t making it very easy.
“Don’t you hate him, though? I thought you’d be thrilled to have some alone time to yourself.” Oda was joking, of course. As precious as the other’s alone time was to him, Dazai’s concept of space seemed to practically vanish when it came to Chuuya. He was all up in his time, space, and business because of his cute little crush on the other.
It was pretty adorable, if you just accepted the violence and pranks mixed in, too.
“Odasakuuuu! Lemme finish watching the movie, dangit! I wanna see Ashitaka on the wolf’s back!” Dazai complained as he always did, his eyes peeking out from behind the pillow to attempt to refocus on the movie.
And Oda let him.
For a couple minutes of course.
“Have you two kissed yet?” Dazai shrieked at that question, impulsively slamming the pillow into the back of Oda’s head.
“ARE YOU CRAZY, ODASAKU!? I’D RATHER KISS AN UGLY OLD MAN THAN KISS HIM!!!” Oda let out a little chuckle, but there was no way he was just going to let the other get away with pillow slamming him for such a little comment. Besides, the other needed a distraction from the negative thoughts anyways.
“How could you do that, Dazai? I thought I was your friend.” Dazai let out a gasp and giggle as Oda drew closer, raising his wiggling fingers up. “No! Noho–not again!”
“You know what that’ll cost you, right?” His deadpanned voice only caused the other to giggle more, and Oda couldn’t help but smile at him. An evil smile, yes, but one full of fondness that turned his friend’s face pink.
“No tihihickle monster! You can’t doho this to mehehe!!” Dazai shuffled back into the arm of the couch, yet didn’t really make any serious attempt to get away.
“Yes tickle monster. This is all on you.” Oda opposed him, and Dazai wiggled further into the blanket to hide his giggly smile, before just pulling the blanket over himself completely.
Bad move.
Oda was quick to tuck the ends of the blanket under Dazai’s body, the other yelling out and struggling as he realized his mistake. But it was too late, the blanket was tangled and Oda was scribbling everywhere he could reach.
Dazai exploded into laughter, thrashing viciously against the blanket as he cackled at the fingers that found the dimples in his back. However, of course because it was a weighted blanket, Dazai couldn’t really do much to escape.
“ODAHAHAHAHAHASAKUHUHU!!! PLEAHAHAHAHASE NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!” Dazai hollered out, But Oda simply let out a hum and continued his onslaught of wiggling fingers.
“I’m not Odasaku, don’t you remember? I’m the tickle monster!” He even tried making his voice sound more cheerful, and Dazai’s laughter only increased in height at that. “WHAHAHAT KINDA VOHOICE IS THAHAHAHAT!?!? BAHAHAHAHAHAHA–”
Wow, that worked better than he thought it would. Wonderful.
“This is the tickle monster’s voice! How dare you insult him like that?” Oda let himself smile more as Dazai’s laughter got even more frantic, trying and failing to throw out his arms when they couldn’t really go many places.
The other let out a shriek as Oda squished the top of his thigh.
“OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!?!?!?!” That was a new one he hadn’t known of, and from the clearly confused cackling of the boy below him, he didn’t seem to know either. “Hmmm, looks like the tickle monster has found more ways to strengthen his power. How do you feel about that, little feast?”
“NONONONONOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Dazai cried out as Oda experimented with that new spot, spider legs, squeezing, light scratching, nothing seemed to not be ticklish. New death spot, perhaps?
“IEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!” Oda startled at the girlish scream that erupted from him as he tickled around the back of his thigh, which seemed even more ticklish than the front.
Yup, definitely a new death spot. That scream rivaled the one he got from tickling Dazai’s neck.
“Wow, you’re loud.” Oda cataloged aloud as Dazai screamed and cackled and absolutely lost his mind over this new spot he never knew about. At this point, Oda was only going for the one thigh, because going for both would most certainly kill the boy.
At some point though, he’s gonna have to give him a break, Dazai was pretty much dying already, he wouldn’t be surprised if the other started hiccuping in the next minute or two.
“Have you learned your lesson now, Dazai?” Oda teased lightly, giving his thigh a few more good tickles as Dazai cackled out, “MY WHAHAHAHAT!?” Oda decided to give him mercy anyways, finally easing off his thigh and chuckling at the earth-shaking gasp of relief he let out.
Oda carefully pulled the blanket edges out from underneath Dazai, pulling the fabric back to be met face to face with a blushing, giggling, teary-eyed and clearly spacey Dazai.
“You look like you flew to another astral plane. Was that too much, Dazai?” Oda asked as Dazai heaved for air, coiling into himself like the last time, an iconic little thing Oda noticed he did every time. It took far too long for Dazai to even realize he was being spoken to, which was pretty funny.
Dazai’s only response was hiding half his face in the blanket.
Oda let out a fond sigh, collecting the juice box he’d placed along with the snacks to let Dazai drink from it. The other emerged from the blanket and gulped it down all rather swiftly as Oda picked up the star pillow from where it had landed on the floor.
They missed quite a big chunk of the movie, but at this point Dazai couldn’t seem to focus on the movie anymore, with how out of it he seemed to be, a floaty little smile on his face. Oda swore he probably might have forgotten his name for a minute, too.
That was fine though, Dazai was spacey sure, but at least he wasn’t thinking of anything negative at the moment. So he’ll take it as a win.
The other was lonely without his crush, Oda didn’t mind filling the space for him.
…
It was about ten in the morning when Dazai woke up.
He’d fallen asleep on the couch, hence Oda giving up his bed for the other, since his guest bed certainly wasn’t the one Dazai preferred. Oda himself was in the kitchen making brunch for the two of them as well, since it must have been a while since Dazai ate anything without Nakahara to keep him in check.
He heard the footsteps before he saw the figure, and smiled a greeting to Dazai before continuing to make their food. Dazai stumbled over with a mind still riddled with sleep, leaning against Oda’s left bicep and letting out a small, pathetic groan.
“Od’sakuuuuu…wha’ time’s it?” Dazai drawled as Oda pressed a gentle hand to rub against his back, sparing a glance at his wall clock. “10:30, Dazai. How are you feeling?”
“‘M tired…” It’s not often he heard that phrase, and even rarer to see the effects of sleep still clinging to Dazai so heavily, but he wouldn’t complain. The other certainly needed more sleep than he had today.
“You can go back to sleep once you’ve eaten, alright? I won’t put much on your plate.” Oda had to be mindful of the other’s thinness and aversion for food, his pickiness also through the roof to go with it. So a simple dish of waffles and syrup will have to do, and just one waffle to work with Dazai’s appetite.
“Can I have the…the orange juice?” Oda nodded, stretching over a bit to the fridge for the orange juice carton, because he’s very sure that if he lets go of Dazai right now, the boy would topple straight to the ground with his wobbly legs.
He also made sure to grab a cup from the rack, filling that up with the juice before he carefully balanced it on the plate with his waffle. “Let me carry you for a second.” Dazai gave a small nod, letting Oda pick him up once more and bring him to the dining room’s table.
He sat him in one of the chairs, placing the plate down and putting the glass on the table before going back for his own plate and cup of ginger sorrel. He returned shortly after to see Dazai tentatively nibbling at his waffles, slow but eating nonetheless. Thank God.
The two of them ended up eating in silence as Dazai slowly began to wake up more, finishing his plate quicker than Oda. The older man let him know to just put it in the sink for him to take care of, and Dazai obliged easily.
Maybe he was indulging a bit in Dazai's laziness, but you couldn’t really blame him, now could you?
Once Oda was done with his share of breakfast and was cleaning up the dishes, Dazai found himself a spot on the counter to sit and watch Oda work, kicking his feet a little too. Oda let him do it, seeing as the other wasn’t doing anything but watching right now, he had no reason to come down just yet.
“Chibi-Chuuya’s coming back tomorrow.” the ginger perked up at the mumbled admission, giving a hum and nod. “Are you happy he’ll be back?” He asked, smiling a little at Dazai’s huff and rosy cheeks.
“I mean, it’s fine if he does get back by tomorrow. But I don’t feel happy about it! That slug’s just gonna keep spreading his disgusting disease and making people delusional in the face of his smiles! Can you believe it? Disgusting.” Dazai sold the act more by scrunching up his face in disgust, even sticking out his tongue childishly.
Yup. Oda totally believes it.
Do you hear the sarcasm?
Oda sighed, finishing up the dishes and sitting them on the rack to dry the rest of the way, cleaning his own hands on a fresh towel.
Dazai poked his cheek.
“Ne, Odasaku,” Dazai spoke with an indifferent tone of voice, “I’m gonna stay here until slug comes back, since a dog always comes running back to his master.” Oda looks up at him from where he sat on the counter, the sleeves of Oda’s newly bought collar shirt completely enveloping his hands. Guess he won’t be getting that back.
“Alright.” Dazai smiled at the easy acceptance, leaning over to pat Oda’s head happily. “I knew you’d agree, Odasaku! That stupid little doggy deserves to come running back after leaving his master here all alone!” Not really Oda’s intention, but alright.
He simply wishes to keep Dazai company. The boy was painfully lonely, afterall.
The day went by pretty smoothly after that. Oda used one of his vacation days to take the day off at home, just to keep Dazai company. They ended up watching some more movies, played a few board and card games (Dazai made sure he couldn’t use his ability, too), and generally let themselves relax for the day, if anything.
Well, Dazai’s relaxation was still a work in progress, but it's an improvement.
He was actively moving around the house, even after Oda himself resigned to his bedroom to rest and read a book. He could most certainly hear the young boy’s footsteps from here, given how his house is small and not at all soundproof.
He half-listened to the few things being moved about by Dazai, who was probably attempting to cure his boredom by snooping around. The rest of his attention was on the book he sat with, a really good one in fact.
He sat in content silence, even when Dazai came by to go snooping through his room as well, poking and prodding everything within sight, as someone like him would obviously do. At some point, he became fixated on the bedside lamp, clicking it on and off and on and off…
And on and off and on and off and–
Oda glanced over at him.
It was a little distracting to read his book with lights flickering right beside him, afterall.
Dazai caught his gaze, stopping when the lamp was clicked off. Oda raised an eyebrow, but the other just smiled at him ever so innocently, as if he’d done nothing wrong in his entire life.
Which was a straight up lie, but the sentiment was there.
Of course, because Oda caught Dazai’s attention and Dazai is rather fond of him, the man is unsurprised to have Dazai sprawled across his lap within the next minute, like a cat begging for attention.
“Hello.” Oda greeted.
“Hi hi~!” Dazai responded.
“Are you going to stay here, then?” Dazai responded to that question by leaning his back up against Oda like the headrest of the bed, and Oda simply accepted it, sweeping his non-dominant hand through Dazai’s hair as he held up his book with the other.
A peaceful atmosphere settled on them after that, with Oda reading his book and Dazai melting into the affection he received. Really, it was quite nice, relaxing like this. He was even on a good part of the book-
“Hehehe…!”
Oda paused, glancing down at the teen who’d sat so comfortably before, now slightly stiff with a hand over his mouth.
Again? Wow, this is breaking a new record.
Oda’s fingers had run along the baby hairs of his nape, which is most definitely where he got that reaction, and as much as Dazai tried to hide it, when he wiggled his fingers with a little more intention, he could see the dimple on his cheek as he muffled his little giggles.
“Hm.” Oda simply hummed, turning his attention back to his book as he continued to gently tap against the nape of Dazai’s neck, the little boy letting out the tiniest squeal he could muffle up, kicking his feet in the air, too.
Adorable, Oda fails to see how Nakahara hasn’t made a move on his friend yet.
Probably because he hasn’t yet discovered this softer side to Dazai. Oh well.
Dazai melted even further into the light scribbles now, seeming to struggle between leaning away and leaning closer. All giggles and smiles, it softened Oda’s heart to see the other like this; a child receiving his well-overdue love and affection.
Oda gently closed the book once he’d read to the next chapter, setting it aside and cataloging his stopping point to himself. Dazai’s face was a bright red, fingers trembling as he snickered and giggled himself silly.
So naturally, Oda rounded up one ankle with his elbow, and started scribbling on a sole.
Dazai yelped and his giggles increased, and instead of jolting away, he tried his very best to stay still, shaking his head lightly as he laughed so sweetly into the bed. Oda wasn’t out to make him go crazy anyways, the smaller mafioso always had a fondness for tickles like this, the ones that made him melt and feel loved and appreciated. So Oda would gladly give him what he deserved.
One hand scribbling his neck ever so lightly, another one tickling a squirming foot, and it concocted the perfect recipe for a giggly, squeaky Dazai, his embarrassed blush running all the way down to his shoulders.
Dazai deserved to feel this safe more often, if Oda had to be honest.
He was quite alright with being one of the few to give him that safety too.
“Ohohohodasahahakuhuhu…!” Dazai’s voice was just above a whisper, and Oda hummed in response. “Ihihihihi-I-Hic-hehehehehehe!” Huh, he was wondering when Dazai would start hiccuping.
“Yes?” Oda nonchalantly inquired, smiling the smallest bit to himself as Dazai struggled to speak through his laughter and hiccups. Instead the other reached back, trying uselessly to bat his hand away from his foot.
Oda let his hands fall away, Dazai letting out a sigh of bone-deep content as his foot finally dropped back down to join the other, with his neck no longer assaulted.
“Hmhmhmhehehmhm…I-hic-I love you, Odasaku.”
Oda’s smile was probably the fondest he’d ever smiled in a while.
He maneuvered his arms to wrap the small teen in a comforting hug, to which the other returned it in full. “I love you too, Osamu.” Oda muttered. Dazai simply hummed with another little hiccup, content and appreciated. That was, after all, Oda’s job as his friend.
He’d fulfill it for the sake of this boy who was his best friend.
#HBWriting#bsd tickle fic#Lee!Dazai#Ler!Oda#please do not tag this as oda/dazai XD#HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY BRUH#I LOVE YOU-
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Tagged by @agroupofcrows and @sakvnosuke, thank you both!!
Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with!
Last song: Fighter by The Score. I’ve been shuffling my ninja playlist and ended up on this one. It’s one of those songs that suit my 2D guy (Midnight) so much I have ambitions to do an animatic for it but uhhhh. Maybe during summer vacation…
Three ships: Can you believe I’ve actually blanked out on this one for a while. Idk, sth sth past my shipping prime… Well, the ot5 of naruto online protagonists is what occupies me these days (they really do need a name @celeryw, we gotta coin it; yes, I’m tagging you separately 💜), besides that there’s also Shouyou x being alive (<- delusions) and I guess Odasaku/Dazai? Whatever the nature of their bond was anyways, because bsd is airing and I’m feeling very strongly about Oda… again…
Currently reading: The Classic of Mountains and Seas (for ninja lore purposes) and The Poppy War by Rebecca Kuang. The second one is taking all of my patience but hhhh. I will get through it. Eventually. Oh, and The King’s Avatar novel if I were to believe my status on here… too bad it doesn’t look like a success this time either XD
Last movie: I think it was Princess Mononoke!
Craving: Some soft cake. I don’t like sweets that much but the circumstances really make me want to indulge myself… Please, I need some sugar to deal with the horrors
Tagging: @crazymadredfox, @owls-den, @itstimetodrew, @sorvete-de-pacoca, @emurinnartist, @torchickentacos, @creoterative, @scp-10000, @mephxles.
Just a nudge, no pressure! 💜
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Hi! I really like your blog. Your analysis posts about ships or other things are really interesting and your gifsets are super cute! I have just finished reading your two anime recommendation posts and I was wondering if you plan to write a third one about the remaining animes you like? I would LOVE to read it.
Hi:) Thank you so much! Haha these were more like “bromance anime recommendations” lists. I’m glad you liked them romances. Here’s part 1 and part 2 :)
14. Hakkenden Touhou Hakken Ibun.
The relationship of the couple in this anime are one of the best on so many levels. They’re one of those “even the darkest part of me can’t hurt you” superior ships. They’re two of the main characters, 2 out 8 of the reincarnated warriors (who are all handsome af haha) that are meant to.. you know… save the world.
They’re both on the verge of death at the beginning and one (Shino) in order to survive agrees to live with a demonic sword inside of him which prevents him from growing old and growing per se (which is really sad for many reasons plus you’ll see him once in his 18-year old body and he’s so gorgeous), the other (Sousuke) takes half of a life from a dog, so he can tranform into it whenever he wants.
The problem is that during all of that Sousuke has split and lost his shadow aka the dark part of himself. His shadow works for the dark side, but all he really wants is Shino. The most amazing thing is that Sousuke loves Shino so much, that even his dark part would never ever hurt him. Like his shadow does some pretty terrible stuff to others like once he has made a deal with a girl so she would gave him her eyes just because Shino has said that they’re pretty lmao (I’m sory but its kinda funny), but he gets so pissed when Shino is hurt. So it’s the same as Akashi & Kuroko and Gauche & Lag: even for the darkest part of him the other one is his weakness.
Also this is one of the animes where LITERALLY the power of gay love saves the world by the end. (p.s. sorry, Genpachi, I love you the most and I know you like Shino too, but your flirting can’t beat such deep feelings lol).
15. Assassination Classroom.
Not gonna spoil anything about plot, so I’ll say it’s about “problematic” kids trying to kill their teacher who has superpowers and that’s it. This anime is full of controversial stuff, like I really questioned things and what’s right or wrong, but one thing for sure is that no matter of what you think about the situation, you will 100% cry at the end. I personally think it’s a kinda happy ending considering all the stuff, but opinions are very different when it comes to this anime.
Now for the ship. Let’s just start with the fact that both Karma and Nagisa have ehhhh… psychological problems haha (but who doesn’t in this anime? lol). So Karma is a sadist (like for real, he likes to get creative with torturing) and I think he’s also a yandere when it comes to Nagisa. He threatens to kill those who even talk bad about Nagisa and once has almost beaten to death those who bullied him (which I didn’t mind tbh lmao). He never does anything if others ask, but when/if Nagisa says “please”, he immediately says yes (which is also funny).
They both are in awe with each other and think the other one is absolutely incredible so it’s like a two-sided fan club. Karma is really scary, but when it comes to Nagisa he can be fluffy af. He also doesn’t care about people much, but Nagisa is his everything. Like the “I give up” moment will melt your heart, that was so cute.
So this is one of those “you’re the only exception” ships. Bc Karma is a person who will enjoy skinning ppl alive, but when he’s with Nagisa he likes to hug, pick him up and coo about Nagisa’s height, play tag, discuss his fav movies and tickle fight. I’m like… I’m just… this is great.
16. Bungou Stray Dogs.
This one is about a detective agency where everyone has superpowers who are “enemies” with the mafia group where everyone has superpowers, but actually they’re all friends and half of the detective agency date the mafia xD (I’m sorry, but it’s the truth). Like I still don’t get why they won’t just make one organization, this is getting ridiculous.
I’m not a huge fan of the anime per se tbh, because like it has way too many characters who I can’t even feel for cause supposedly they’ve had a dramatic past, but what past nobody tells, so I like can’t empathize to someone who’s an asshole without knowing why he is that way. Plus there’re many characters in animes who have had a horrible childhood/past but are incredible people (hello to Todoroki and Levi). And some characters there for some reason are degrading instead of progressing which is the worst for me. But it’s pretty entertaining to watch if you won’t think much about stuff, powers are cool and it’s drawn beautifully (but there is one scene that was repeated 28 times 28 TIMES!, we’ve counted just for laughs, guess which xD, that’s like.. they could’ve made time for a whole new episode instead of this)
There’s one character whose progression is so incredible though that I’m happy to watch just for him. It’s Akutagawa. He’s like grown so much and I love everything about him, how he went from trying to kill Atsushi to risking his life for him and letting him use rashomon, how he’s homey with his sister and how he’s so good with feeling his powers, how Kyouka tried to kill him and he was like “I’m so glad you’re happy now”. Bitch, like that’s the character progression I’m asking for! Man, he’s just… he’s my favorite, I love seeing many sides of him. He made me so happy in s3 when I was ready to turn it off lmao
So there are two main ships in this anime. Dazai and Chuuya. They are one of those perfect combinations. But not in a usual way you think.. like characteristically. Chuuya’s full power is uncontrollable and the only one who can stop him is Dazai, cause his ability is to nullify other’s abilities, so he’s the only one who can stop Chuuya and also save him from being destroyed by his own power. So basically Chuuya trusts Dazai with his own life when they work together (which is.. I’d be scared if I was in Chuuya’s place lmao). It’s not like I’m scared that Dazai’s gonna let him die or anything, but stuff like “let’s watch a bit longer how Chuuya is going nuts cause it’s funny” doesn’t seem funny to me.
Let’s just say, I do ship them, I think they’d be perfect together if Dazai was like a fanfiction Dazai, you know. But the truth here is firstly their relationships progression is zero to none, like yeah, it’s fun to watch them bicker, but it like won’t give you any deep feelings. Plus Dazai was the most humane and emotional when he was with Oda (which I really don’t get, Oda was a dumbass tbh, like who makes a children shelter while working in MAFIA???! ofc they were fucking killed). Like Oda’s so special for him but then he treats Chuuya and Akutagawa like shit. And he had more feelings for Oda’s matchbox than for Chuuya in the last season. So my heart just won’t lie there fully, you know. Because there are no moments there that indicate like he’s the one for him.
Now to Akutagawa and Atsushi. This is a classic enemies to lovers stuff. Like they go from trying to kill each other to risking their lives for each other. They warm my heart on so many levels. So they’re both struggling to get over of their past and can’t. But then by the end they help each other to let go of their demons, they give each other what others couldn’t. Like I still can’t believe Atsushi came in like a wrecking ball and said the words Akutagawa wanted to hear for ages (his face, his face lol he was like “w-w-what?”). Atsushi himself admitted that Akutagawa is his cure in the last season.
These two are like also hilarious bc they both think that they’re trash so their arguments are like “you’re the best”, “no, you’re the best”. Like Atsushi literally goes “Akutagawa is so strong and amazing, but he still thinks he’s weak” what a bae xD and Akutagawa thinks that he’s nowhere as good as Atsushi so it’s really funny. The relationships progression is like insane. They went from beating each other into a blood puddles to covering each other from bullets and being like “honey, don’t you dare die, I was going to kill you myself” lol
I still can’t believe Akautagawa gave Atsushi rashomon… he was wearing rashomon. I mean his ability, which is a part of him was okay with Atsushi using her. I mean.. maaaaaan fanfiction does come true! And they’re like the representation of yin and yang characteristically and even appereance-wise and I think it’s super cool. Plus the “lawnmower” is the cutest pet name I’ve ever heard lol
Anywho, this anime has like 20 bromances, so pick whichever you like.
Damn, that got long and I’ve only mentioned 3 haha, sorry. That way it’s gonna be like 50 parts xD
#answered#saku0015#anime#Hakkenden touhou hakken ibun#assassination classroom#bungou stray dogs#karmagisa#ansatsu kyoushitsu#soukoku#akuatsu#akutagawa ryunosuke#karma x nagisa#sousuke x shino#dazai x chuuya#akutagawa x atsushi
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I can't see the pic uuughhhh (and beb i wasn't trying to be mean, i was just curious!! Sorry if i sounded rude!)
Sorry, I fixed the picture thing!
And don’t worry, you didn’t sound rude at all! it’s just that the fact that I don’t like Dazai while the rest of the world does has become basically a meme xD
If you went through my Dazai tag, you saw that I wrote a long explanation about why I don’t particularly like him, I’m gonna paste it here for you, in case you missed it:
“Let’s say that I have a really complicated relationship with Dazai.
There are days in which I straight up hate him, I can’t stand him, his constant smug expression and his “keikaku doori" attitude. Characters infallible under any circumstances are incredibly irksome to me.
There are days in which I think about what he has done (and keeps doing) to Aku and to Chuuya and my first instinct is to slap him with a burning pan. But then I remember the face he made when Oda died, I remember how much hell he himself has been through. I remember he has a heart, I remember he’s capable of love, of emotions, of truly caring. I remember that, as incredible as it sounds, he’s probably the most selfless character in the series.
But I need to see more of this, I need to see more of his human side. That’s probably why I usually enjoy dark!Era and fanfic Dazai way more than his actual self (rip).
There are days in which I truly love him, in which his charm mesmerizes me too…and I hate it. And I hate him. And then I love him…again.
I’m working very hard on my relationship with Dazai, please be patient with me.“
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Port Mafia Styled Torture
This is a Buraiha Trio tickle fic! With Lee!Dazai, Ler!Oda, and verbal Ler!Ango! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!
Summary: Oda just got off the phone with the curry chef after a little chat about the kids, threatening a little bit of ‘Port Mafia Styled Torture’. Dazai’s curious about it. He got his answer, just not in the way he expected to. (Dark Era, Eighteen!Dazai)
Dazai was rather content on a lazy night at the bar.
The familiar atmosphere held a comfort only Lupin could provide, its dim lights and peaceful nights were to die for, truly. For Dazai, it felt much more relieving in the presence of two people.
He wrapped his arms around Odasaku’s torso, sat contently on his lap, who was busy talking on the phone with the restaurant owner about who-knows-what, nursing a Whiskey on the Rocks with his free hand.
Ango was making idle chat with the bartender two seats down, sipping his own tomato juice, as he stated that he wasn’t in the mood for alcohol that night. And Dazai found himself here, simply relaxing against his friend, feeling confident that this would simply be a slow night at the bar.
He snuggled in closer to Odasaku’s side, absentmindedly letting his forehead press against the man’s cheek, who in turn abandoned his drink to give Dazai a quick pat on the head, letting his hand rest there after a moment. Dazai let out a little sigh, tuning in to catch the tail end of Odasaku’s phone conversation.
“-If Katsumi does it again, let him know I’ll be coming home to dish out some Port Mafia Style Torture, okay? Bye then.”
…Hoh?
“Hmm?” Dazai tilted his head up to look at Odasaku, who looked down at him with a raised brow. “What is it?” he asked, pocketing his phone as Dazai sat up. “Port Mafia Styled Torture? I haven’t heard anything like that before. What do you mean by it?”
Distantly, he noticed the scrapping of Ango’s bar stool and his footsteps, and Odasaku glanced at the other, before letting out a hum. “Just a term I came up with for the kids.” he plainly explained, causing Dazai to huff. “Yeah, but what is it?” He pouted, clearly displaying curiosity.
“Ah, well,” Odasaku contemplated, tilting his head to the side for a moment before ultimately shrugging. “It’s better to show more than tell, I suppose.” Now it was Dazai’s turn to cock his head to the side, confusion flickering on his face. The sound of Ango aggressively sipping his drink behind them certainly wasn’t helping, though.
Then Odasaku held up wiggling fingers.
Dazai was beyond confused.
“What…are you doing? Why are you moving your hands like tHAT-”
He had no time to react, zero seconds to collect himself before those wiggling fingers descended on his sides like quick lightning, startling a shriek out of the teenager. It was a foreign feeling that shot through his body, causing him to sputter and teeter into frantic laughter.
“Whahahahahat the-Odahahaha!!!” Dazai squealed when Odasaku dug dexterous fingers into his ribs, causing the poor boy to buck and squirm in Odasaku’s lap, who wasn’t at all deterred by the sudden rowdiness of the younger. That didn’t stop him from commenting though.
“Huh, I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish.” He hummed, giving an experimental tweak higher up his ribs, and leaning forward a bit to accommodate Dazai’s jerk backwards. “I can work with this.”
“This is terrible.” Ango said from behind, and Dazai could barely twist around to start reaching for help, a smile tugging his lips in a way he never thought were possible. “Ahahahango!! Hehelp mehehehe- AHhhahAhahAhh!!” He practically spasmed with screechy laughter when Odasaku took the opportunity to scribble along his back, having not expected his own back to be as ticklish as his front.
“Nope, I’m fine right here. I do not trust that man.” Ango hummed from the complete other side of the bar, Dazai kicking wildly and yelping with laughter as Odasaku considered his options, as if this were some delicate procedure and not him just tickling his crazily squirming friend to utter pieces. “Ow Ango, I feel hurt.” He nonchalantly muttered.
And then he poked around his lower back.
It was almost as if Dazai turned into a track runner, it was just that funny.
The boy let out a straight up scream, aggressively kicking his legs as he started slapping Odasaku’s hands, which were tweaking at the dimples that he must have remembered were there. The other leaned back a bit as Ango raised a brow. “Ah, that must feel terrible. Rest in peace, Dazai, I’ll be sure to write your eulogy.” It’s not like it was terrible… he was just unprepared, dangit!
“I thought that was my job?” Odasaku questioned, digging a knuckle into the middle of his back, only to jolt at the loud snort Dazai let out. “Jesus, that startled me.” Ango scoffed in amusement, watching as Dazai’s feet would bang against the bar table.
He’s pretty sure he kicked something else, from the clattering noise that startled a flinch out of both Ango and Odasaku, causing the man’s merciless fingers to falter and dig into a bundle of nerves, and Dazai couldn’t help the full body spasm that overtook him. Seriously, how was he supposed to know what he kicked if he was laughing too much to even care!?
“Oooh…apologies for that, bartender-” Dazai’s hand came cracking down against the counter, his finger catching on something solid before that went crashing down too. “....And that.”
Dazai could hardly hear what the bartender was saying when Odasaku started experimentally wiggling fingers into his hips, his laughter taking on a whole new pitch as he struggled, laughter sputtering without filter from his mouth, slapping his hand repeatedly around the bar table.
“BAHAhahaHahAHar!! PleEhEhehase!!!” He pleaded senselessly, unsure just what it was he was pleading for. “Were you trying to call the bartender? God, you’re just calling for anyone now, huh?” Ango hummed with a casual raise of the eyebrow, which shouldn’t be so damn funny in the situation, but Dazai found himself laughing more anyways.
He’s certain he almost slid off of Odasaku’s lap if the man hadn’t been there to hold him up, tears of mirth pricking his eyes as he squirmed and squealed, trying everything he could to worm himself out of the man’s dangerously deft hands. A fruitless endeavor in the end, but the attempt was appreciated.
“You okay there, Dazai?” Odasaku apparently found it in himself to be worried by the tears he was deliberately causing to stream down Dazai’s face, who finally was able to turn onto his back again, head and torso dangling off from the stool with a beet-red face. He couldn’t help but think how terribly mean that was, and how giggly he felt just from the aspect that Odasaku cared enough to ask for a raincheck.
Somehow, he gave a half-assed nod, wheezing all the same.
“Now he just sounds like a pterodactyl.” Came the comments of his other, equally mean friend, who pre-ordered some water and was just sitting there waiting now, waiting for Dazai to give up and beg for it to stop. “Hmm, I think that adds onto the charm.” Odasaku casually commented, further embarrassing their precious friend, who was frantically shaking his head and whining, wheezing, laughing his heart out. God, he didn’t want to think it, but-
This was so, so fun.
“He sounds like he’s being murdered though, and I do not know how to feel about that.” Obviously that was a lie, from the way he was hiding a small smile behind his tomato juice glass, but Dazai could hardly muster the strength to call him out on it. Dazai, being tickled to shambles, took way longer than he thought to get enough breath in him to finally, finally plead mercy.
“AIHIHIHIR!! I NEHEHEED AIHIHIR-ODAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Odasaku took him seriously then, and the boy gasped in relief (and hidden disappointment) when he removed his hands, instead helping Dazai sit up properly. He adjusted him in his lap, asking again if the other was okay as Dazai greedily sucked in bucket-fulls of air, hardly noticing Ango approach with the glass of water.
Maybe it took Dazai an embarrassing few tries to actually grab the glass of water, Ango supporting it as he drank from it in relief. He let out a sigh, leaning back against Odasaku’s chest as Ango sat down, the bartender watching fondly from afar.
“Dazai?” Odasaku called again, making him realize how he had yet to answer the man’s question, frantically nodding his head in earnest. “‘M fine, ‘m fine.” He managed to mumble, letting his eyes slide shut as he took in all of what just happened.
It was unexpected, he was so unprepared. Those foreign tingles fried his brain in a way he couldn’t explain, but for some strange, strange reason…
He wanted Odasaku to do it again.
It was so fun, so unpredictable, so…not boring. It lit a fire in Dazai’s heart and the uncontrollable laughter left him feeling so light. He was practically boneless, the blush on his face felt so hot, yet he didn’t mind. He only found himself snuggling further into Oda’s gentle embrace, wishing to himself for the other to do it again. But at the same time, he was exhausted, he wanted a nap right about now, no more of that for him then.
“Well, now I’m just glad the Port Mafia’s enemies never thought of tickle torture to get the answers they wanted; we all would have been so screwed.” Dazai huffed at that, cheeks flushing for a whole other embarrassing reason now at Ango’s smartass comment.
“Oh fuck you, Ango.” He growled lightly only to quietly yelp and giggle feverishly at the tweak to his sides from Odasaku, practically melting on the spot. “Oi, no cussing at Ango. I’m not afraid to dish out some more of this for the next hour.”
Dazai hiccupped, mumbling ‘mercy mercy mercy’ and vigorously shaking his head. Thankfully Odasaku didn’t go through with his playful threat, instead letting his arms wrap around Dazai and settle comfortably.
“Finally, a knight and shining armor to save me from your insanity.” Ango rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh as he leaned his head against his palm. “Although, I suggest you get to cleaning up your mess as soon as possible. That would be appreciated.”
…Mess?
“Eh?” Dazai tilted his head, blinking his eyes open to look to the opposite side of them, almost shooting up in surprise at what he saw. Multiple bar stools had fallen to the ground, and Odasaku’s drink was miserably spilt over the bar counter, sitting there sadly.
An even brighter flush of embarrassment took over him, something he for once couldn’t seem to hide as he sulked heavily. “How did I do that..?” He muttered to himself briefly. “Don’t ask how; just get to cleaning already.” Ango pressed, downing the rest of his tomato juice.
“But Angooo!” Dazai complained, leaning heavily back against Odasaku, who bonked him lightly on the head. “Your mess, you clean it up.” He said, which caused Dazai to gap at him. “But you’re the one responsible for making me make this mess, Odasaku!” Odasaku hummed with a shrug. “You still did it, take responsibility. You're a mafioso for God’s sake, Dazai.” Ango huffed.
“Uuuugh, fine!” Dazai whined, sulking off Odasaku’s lap and begrudgingly setting to work on picking up the bar stools. He almost hissed at Odasaku chuckling behind him, but thought better of it, knowing that would lead him nowhere.
He didn’t complain as much as he usually did though, as for once, he wasn’t as opposed as he thought he’d be to cleaning up his mess. All he could really think about was when and how he could get that to happen again. You can’t really blame him.
After all, he’d really like to know all the ins and outs of this ‘Port Mafia Styled Torture’.
#HBWriting#bsd tickle fic#Lee!Dazai#Ler!Oda#Ler!Ango#Buraiha Trio#bsd#please do not tag this as Oda/Dazai#This is purely platonic I just hc that Dazai's love language is Physical Touch!#XD#bungou stray dogs tickling
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