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I wrote up a quick KuniZai ficc <333
Kunikida x Dazai (their relationship can be taken as romantic or platonic ig)
Genre: Kinda angst i would say ???
Synopsis: Dazai misses Kunikida and goes to visit him :(
This one is fine for all to read :D
“Oh Kunikida. It’s quite a dull day isnt it.” Dazai purred, his fists clenching the handle of the umbrella tightly, knuckles turned white. It was pouring down outside, rain slapping loudly against the plastic of Dazai’s warm blue umbrella.
“I mean, you know I always enjoyed the rainy weather…but I remember you never did…It always interfered with your plans.” Dazai said with a wry smile, shuffling closer to the grey stone. Dazai carefully set up the umbrella to shield the gravestone, Dazai crawling under it to be protected from the rain. He curled up tight, Osamu’s fingers dancing across the bumpy floor of the rock.
“I wish we could still be together…” Dazai mumbled, his other hand, lightly clutching the red ribbon. He sighed softly.
“Kunikida ?....Why did you have to go ?...That was my dream to die…But I guess after a while you became my dream.” Dazai whispered.
He couldn’t handle the amount of emotions overwhelming Osamu’s senses, his knee’s pressing up close to his body, wrapping his frail arms around his legs. His chin rested a top his knee, small tears starting to slid down his face.
“I love you Kunikida.” Dazai whispered, drowned out by the loud pounding rain, Dazai’s body trembling as his frame was wracked with tears.
Soooo ya !! As you can see, just a short, sweet story, i also drew art for this, but lost SO much motivation halfway and it's so shitty lmaooo 😭😭 I might re-draw it and add it on later
Ok, i did have the art here, but it was actually so embarrassing, that i cried and deleted it. When i make some actual GOOD !!! art i'll actually post it :(
A soft smile pulls at Dazai's lips as he watches you grab your phone. The bright light illuminating your face in the dark kitchen makes you look ethereal, yet he can't stop himself from making a joke. "You know I don't know how to do this."
"You know better than I," you say softly, an amused smirk pulling at your lips as you press play. Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2 begins to softly play from your shitty phone speakers as you place it on a counter, walking towards Dazai.
"I'd probably be better with the lights on," he tries joking again. You don't reply as you place your hands softly on the back of his neck, pulling yourself close as you begin to sway.
Back and forth, back and forth, you continue to step, and Dazai follows each move perfectly. It's no waltz by any means, but it is yours to share. A moment together, a moment of quiet vulnerability in the late hours of the night when everyone else is asleep is sometimes just what he needs - and you always know it.
The peaceful piano piece and the warmth of your body near his makes Dazai's eyes flutter closed, his head moving to rest on your shoulder as yours falls onto his. He hadn't realized just how tired he is, physically and emotionally. His throat begins to sting, and his eyes feel dryer than normal. He feels like crying. And yet, no tears slip past his eyes - they never do - as his hold on you tightens.
The music swells, hitting the part you'll always say is your favorite, and he feels you give him a gentle squeeze, a reassuring touch that causes him to loosen his hold. You aren't going anywhere, neither of you are.
A small this is my favorite part is whispered into his shoulder and Dazai wants to laugh. You're so predictable, and yet that predictability brings a sense of ease and comfort to him that he hasn't felt in a long time. He keeps quiet, his head moving further into your neck as he continues swaying with you.
I've never been one for classical music, I can barely see in the dark, you know I can't waltz, all excuses to stop himself from being vulnerable with you. But the second you pull him close, holding his face to your shoulder and rocking him like a baby on the wood-paneled floor of your shared apartment, he wonders why he fought it in the first place.
As the last note fades out, Dazai's face is fully buried into the crook of your neck, grasping onto your body loosely and tiredly. You aren't going anywhere, neither of you are. And the two of you continue to sway for minutes more, nothing outside of the occasional floorboard creek to interrupt as you embrace each other under the moonlight.
No Longer Human & BSD's Dazai Osamu: An (incredibly sloppy) Analysis
Please let me know if this needs TWs :)
Again, this is sloppy. I'll clean it up when I do another analysis, but I think it's alright, but it's not supposed to be academic -- it's just for fun! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
If you want something to listen to whilst reading this:
Uhhh 🧍🏾♀️
Should I make a BSD OC dump?-
