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literally you can completely ignore this bc idk if ur taking asks rn but..
dazai giving reader a flower and them just taking a bite out of it <3
(can be reversed bc let's be fr he is hungry)
Eating flowers with Dazai | Bungo Stray Dogs | Dazai x reader
i’m always taking asks i’m just not always doing them yk lolll hope this is alright anon :)
Dazai was a bit spooked. He’d never really received flowers from someone before - there was that time Chuuya had purchased a bouquet Dazai carried while they were undercover, and that time Kunikida carried a lone flower in that Dazai ended up stealing, of course. Except, no time had ever been genuine. Dazai had never received flowers expressing gratitude, romantic affection, platonic camaraderie, nothing of the sort.
Seeing you holding out a neatly wrapped yellow rose, thin orange cellophane cradling the finely cut plant, with no ulterior motives had his brain short circuiting.
Gesturing it for him to take, you say, “I thought it looked happy. Joyful, or whatever - ‘cause yellow is such a bright color. I thought you might enjoy it. Made me think of you.”
He did.
He so did. How was he supposed to quell his thrumming heart? Muscle beating out of control for just a moment, he stared down at the thoughtful gift in panic. This occurrence had never, well, occurred, and Dazai had no clue how to proceed. The funny jokester of the Armed Detective Agency wasn’t used to displaying emotions so freely, and he especially hadn’t been able to at his job before. Standing on the sidewalk of a quiet intersection, his short circuited brain rebooted all together.
When his mind came to, Dazai’s head was buried in the cellophane and petals were lodged back in his mouth. The taste was… floral, obviously. Maybe a little citrusy. His head pulled back, standing at full height once again as he chewed and swallowed every last petal on his tongue.
It’s no wonder people don’t gift him flowers.
“You just ate…it?” Dazai whispers, lips slightly parted in confusion.
Staring up at him, you slowly open your mouth, tiny white petals dribbling onto the ground. “Sorry. There’s still half left, if you’re hungry!” With a kind smile, assured that he’s merely upset you didn’t share, you lift the daisy Dazai had gifted you to show off that you had only eaten half of the flower’s petals.
Confounded, Dazai decides to sidestep the real question here and instead ask, “…Is it any good?”
You hum for a second, clearly pondering over the answer before nodding. “It’s a little bitter. Like, spicy? But that’s not the right word…”
Dazai raises his hand, gently pushing the half-petaled flower closer toward you. “It’s all yours; I got it for you.”
The grin you showcase before gobbling up the remaining half makes Dazai sigh. It was all worth it, he supposes.