Most of Dazai’s best moments/turning points were during the sunset:

“The Armed Detective Agency will oversee during the twilight.” (Season 3, episode 11)

1. When he found Atsushi

2. When he first completed a mission with a partner

3. When he considered Atsushi’s idea to team up with the Port Mafia (meaning he’d face his past)

4. When his best friend Oda, died in his arms (and he decided to save lives and be on the good side)

• maybe he has a thing for the bright red orange hue (?)

oooops…

❝silky hair❞

a/n: an idea requested by my friend @kisara-16 ! (genre: humor) ft. chuuya & pm dazai

a drop of sweat rolled down your neck when you glanced at the executive who was walking next to you. “unbelievable,” you muttered. “how does your hair still look this good?” you would expect that after completing a mission with soukoku in the middle of a heatwave, everyone would have the same terrible hairstyle, but no, chuuya’s hair didn’t seem affected at all.

chuuya grinned. “what can i say? it’s one of my many skills.”

“funny you say that!” a voice appeared from behind chuuya in the halls of the port mafia. immediately the muscles in the redhead’s body tensed as if he had learned to be suspicious of that teasing tone. chuuya clenched his fist, ready to swing it at the person behind him, but the action was in pure vain. dazai already had a red lock pinched between his fingers. “no longer human.”

in a desperate attempt to keep in your laughter, you tightly pressed your lips together. even chuuya’s hat couldn’t hide how silky red hair had turned into an exploding dry mess.

“wow, chuuya! that hairstyle looks fantastic on you. please tell us how you got it this-" 

"DAZAAIIII." 

"what?” dazai widened his eyes, displaying innocent doe eyes.

“you’re going to pay for this, you asshole!" 

"i would say i’m sorry, but i’m not. you have to suffer from a bad hair day just like the rest of us. this is hard on us, too, you know. try to be a bit more empathetic, would you?" 

chuuya turned red but it was not because of the dying heat in yokohama. "that you have to walk around with a shitty birdnest on ya head doesn’t mean I have to.”

as much as you found the bickering entertaining, you reminded the boys of how you still had to bring out a report to mori.“

in response, chuuya cleared his throat and activated his skill again, showing a perfectly maintained hairstyle.

"ugh,” dazai whined. “do we have to?”

chuuya scoffed. “you should have stayed in the damn care like you said ya would. either go back or behave.”

“says the dog to its master.”

soukoku’s bickering followed you until you arrived in the hall that led to mori’s office. you nodded at the bodyguards and then turned around to face the boys. even though you enjoyed the free entertainment, you had a duty to fulfill. and so you crossed your arms and looked at them with a strict glance in your eyes to show playtime is over.

“now,the both of you have to behave. when we enter the boss’ office, i expect you to be on your best behavior.” your gaze lingered on dazai who was smiling like a saint.

“pinky promise, y/n!’

"of course, y/n,” chuuya replied. he opened the doors, and right when chuuya stepped into mori’s office to announce your arrival, dazai appeared behind chuuya once again.

Your eyes widened as you watched how dazai touched chuuya’s hair with his index finger. you could only imagine the horror that must be painted on chuuya’s face right now.

this was going to be a long report.

Dazai x reader

“Heart burns from lack of nostalgia.”

There was dust, a distinct smell of blood and silence.

I could feel my ears ringing and hands barely shaking.

“Where am I?”- I whisper, looking around but the dust was yet the main enemy to my eyes.

There is a distant voice, calling someone.

”Y/n!”- it begins to grow closer and closer. I try to ignore it and notice bloody scars all over my body.

”What the hell happened to me?”

”Y/n! - A tall figure stands in front of me. All of a sudden, my eyes opened wide to see, since the silhouette running was so familiar. - You‘re alive!”

Before I could even analyse his face, he hugs me so tightly, I almost lost my breath.

“I knew you were alive. I just knew it.”- His voice shaking and his hands trembling, I feel his face on the tip of my neck, embracing me whilst gently patting my head. I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and asking myself.

“Who is he?”

After breaking the hug, he looks into my eyes and smile. Unknowingly, I smile back whilst he reaches to hold my hand. Once our fingers intertwined, I felt something I had never felt before. I wanted to know…

”Who… who are you?”- I ask and the eyes that were filled with joy broke down in front of me like a broken mirror. He laughed a bit in disbelief, then murmured:

”Are you… are you being serious right know?”- He caresses my chin and raises his hand to put strands of hair behind my ear.

“I feel like I know you. - I say as I make an attempt to get up but immediately fell into this stranger‘s arms, which, for some reason, were already prepared to catch me. - Do I know you?”

“I don’t know… how do you feel right now?”- he asks not breaking eye contact.

“I feel like, you’re… - I hesitate but, after I notice our wrists that had matching bracelets, I had certainly a conclusion. - I feel like you’re important to me.”

”You… really don’t remember who I am?”- there is anxiety in his voice. The gorgeous brunette bites his lip and pushes his hair back.

”I’m Dazai. Osamu Dazai. - he tries to contain the distinct worried expression while taking off his coat and observing my scars. - Here. Sit for a bit.”

This Dazai lays his coat on the ground and I sit down, whilst his eyes run over my body.
“All these injures… did you use your ability?”- he asks.

”What ability?”- I reply, confused.

“Never mind. - Dazai sighs. - You really don’t remember anything?”

I shake my head and notice his disappointment. However, he focused on closing some of my scars, implying some sort of liquid he had with him.

“You told me your name but you didn’t tell me who am I to you? Or rather, who are you to me?”- I ask lowering my head, avoiding eye contact.

Suddenly, he smiles and answers.

”You already know what I am to you. My girlfriend is smarter than she seems.”

I gulp and feel my cheeks turn bloody red.

He glances a few times and chuckle.
“Its been a while since you‘ve blushed like this around me.“- Dazai finishes taking care of my wounds but his words made me blush even harder.
“This won’t last long, we have to go to a hospital.”- he helps me up and puts his arm on me. Helping me to walk, smiling sweetly from time to time, I could tell he was trying to hide how worried he was.

”Are you worried about me, Dazai?”- I ask, a bit flattered. I just couldn’t believe I was his girlfriend. I mean, look at him. I‘m not even decent enough to be seen by those beautiful eyes of his, making me imitate his every movement. It is easy to get lost in his voice and his sound of laughter. I am not questioning why I fell for him, I’m just wondering, why he fell for me?

”Of course not, love. - he assures me.- you’re going to be alright. I’m sure there is a reason why you don’t remember anything, or me…”

Then, we went silent. It was apparent that Dazai was lost in thoughts and I could not understand what he might be thinking. However, I can’t help but ask.

“How did you fall for me, Dazai?”- I ask, this time looking straight into his brown orbs that made me feel like I belonged.
“Why this question all of a sudden?”- he smirks and I look away, messing up my words.

“I, Uhm, thought it would help, recalling things.”

He smiles and says: “We met a year ago when you were drunk and broke into my apartment. That’s when I knew you were the one.”

”W-what?”- I did not know how to feel about that statement.

“Just kidding. - he laughs and I sigh with relief. - Now that i’m thinking about it, it was more fate than anything. You, love, are a secret agent of the government. That has always been your occupation, whilst I… was part of the mafia.”

I widen my eyes and he continues.

”I never told you this because I didn’t want to boost your ego but, when we first met, you were a captive of the mafia and you were so headstrong that any question asked from my people was strongly ignored. However, I happened to grow fond of you almost immediately.”

”Really?”- I ask excited.
“Mhm. - Dazai nods and smiles, shifting his eyes to the sky.- I guess you too liked me a lot since you saved me countless times, but you never admitted it to me though. But I could easily tell you liked me. It’s always your blushing that gives you away, dear.”

My God. This man.

A silenced wind blew us from behind, making us come closer to each other’s embrace. My arms rest on his chest while his hands hold my waist.

“Y/n, please remember how much I love you, please.”- He whispers as he leans in closer, staring down to my lips.

“Perhaps, a kiss could help.”- I lean in, giving Dazai a kiss that could never be forgotten, even though right now, all I could remember was my occupation. But, his touch enlightened me memories that wanted to come to life. I was so close to remembering, so close.

“So, you fell in love with me all over again? Is this a fairytale or something?”- he says after breaking the kiss and caressing my lips.
“You‘re a fairytale, Dazai. I believe I don’t need any memories to know that I love you dearly.”

For some reason, Dazai was touched from my words, I knew from his trembling hands and almost watery eyes.

“We will bring your memory back, love. - He places a kiss on my forehead. - I promise.”

Dazai and I kept walking, glancing at each other, laughing and telling stories. He was funny, smart and so cute. He was, what I have always wanted, and I couldn’t believe that myself had found such an incredible human being.

How could I forget someone like him?