Ideals | Kunikida Doppo x Reader (Bungo Stray Dogs)
A/N: I wrote a long ass Edward Elric x Reader fic at 6 in the morning and tumblr decided to delete it all after I pressed the post button, F to pay respects. Anyway, hereâs a Kunikida x Reader to quell my annoyance because BSD never ceases to make me happy (written in Microsoft Word first this time jfc)
Kunikida Doppo was a man of ideals. He lived in such a way that only those who knew his personal belief system could understand (though they still found it a bit odd).
Taking a break from work spontaneously? Never.
Rearranging schedules to adjust to a sudden change in plans? Unheard of.
Straying from any ideal he wrote down in that little notebook of his? Heâd sooner die than abandon his preferences.
When you had first started out at the Armed Detective Agency, you found Kunikidaâs neurotic behavior a bit captivating. You hadnât met someone who was so organized, focused, and confident in his decisions. In fact, it was these qualities that led to you developing feelings for the man. You, having an uncontrollable and frequent blushing habit, did not do a very good job at hiding your affection. Everyone in the ADA seemed to know about your feelings for him, except for Doppo himself. Or rather, that is what you told yourself; you preferred to think of him as dense rather than knowing about your feelings and ignoring them because he didnât feel the same way.
Habits of the heart aside, you got along well with everyone else in the agency, particularly Dazai Osamu. You enjoyed watching him torment the poet whenever you found yourself finished with work. The former Port Mafia member was the meddling type, so naturally he had asked you about your feelings and if there was any way he could help bring the two of you together. You didnât doubt that Dazai had some way of aiding the situation and frankly, you were tired of being overlooked by Kunikida. What harm could possibly be done?
âWhat did you have in mind? Kida is always immersed in that notebook of his, I really donât think thereâs a way to get him more interested in me than in his ideals, Dazai.â You sighed meekly after saying this, resting your chin in your palm. You were sitting at your desk analyzing paperwork, the poet somewhere out of earshot.
Dazai grinned wickedly and narrowed his gaze, leaning closer to your ear before saying, âDarling, the notebook is the answer. Heâs got a list in there of everything he loves in a woman- get it, and youâre golden.â
You scoffed at this skeptically. Surely, he wouldnât write down such a thing, would he? Isnât that a bit shallow...? Nevertheless, your curiosity was piqued and as you watched Dazaiâs figure retreat to the sofa, you couldnât fight off the plans formulating in your mind about how to retrieve the book.
Some time had passed since your conversation with the suicidal maniac, enough to allow a whole ball of anger to have nested itself in your chest along with a burning desire to confront Kunikida the next time you saw him. By now, the sun was setting outside the agency and mostly everyone had gone home to rest. You remained at your seat, knowing the object of your affection always stayed later than everyone else.
Tapping your foot impatiently, you watched the door frame and almost fell out of your chair when Kunikida walked in. He had clearly just returned from a fight, as his hair was disheveled and his vest was clutched firmly in his hand, singe marks tainting the fabric. His black shirt was unbuttoned slightly, and his glasses were gone. You scanned him for injuries and, finding none, got up and strode towards him before you lost your resolve.
âClearly, youâve had a long day, so Iâm sorry for doing this now but I canât hold my feelings in any longer.â You were standing in front of him, your gaze slowly trailing to the exposed bit of collarbone that his shirt normally hid from view. Realizing this wasnât good for your focus, you snapped your head back up to study his face. The sun glared off his glasses whenever he wore them, so you didnât really get the chance to admire his eyes until now. They were quite possibly the most vibrant shade of gold youâd ever seen. You felt your face heat up and decided to proceed before your mind wandered too far.
âYouâve really got some nerve, keeping a list of all of the things you like in a woman! Dazai told me that you write this sort of stuff down in that stupid book and you know, at first I thought it was nice that you had such a solid belief system but thatâs just⌠justâŚ!!â You stomped your foot out of frustration, finding the brilliant argument you had spent the last few hours coming up with slowly fading from memory.
Kunikida looked at you with knitted brows, unsure of whether it was okay to speak yet. He decided heâd wait to hear if you had anything else to say before getting a word in edgewise.
âLook, ever since I started working here, Iâve liked you.â Your tone of voice turned from one of animosity to defeat. âI was honestly a bit hurt, learning that you write about the kind of girls you like, because I really try to do as much as I can to impress you but itâs like itâs never enough⌠You donât look at me unless youâre assigning tasks or speaking about professional matters.â You felt tears forming, and you mentally cursed yourself. âI know you have a right to do whatever you want, and you arenât obligated to return my feelings, but the least you could do is acknowledge my affection and turn me down so I donât keep chasing after you like this!!â Your head was hung low, your hair covering your face. After a few moments of silence, you thought Kunikida probably had no idea what to say and you had utterly embarrassed yourself. Just as you were about to take everything back in a futile attempt to erase the current situation, the man in front of you held out a small rectangular object.
âPage sixty-four, my âidealâ woman. Please, read it.â Kunikida said this calmly, without any hint of emotion in his face.
âI- No, I donât need to. I didnât mean to pry, really-â but before you could finish, you were cut off.
âRead. It. (Y/n). Please.â The poet stepped closer to you and upturned the palm of your hand, placing his notebook in the center.
You bit the inside of your cheek and opened it hesitantly, unsure of where this was going. You counted the pages as you flipped through⌠62- âIdeals in Morals and EthicsâŚâ 63- âIdeals in Life and DeathâŚâ 64- âThe Ideal Partner.â You stared at the title of the page before reading its contents, uncertainty gnawing away at your heart.
You parted your lips and read aloud the two single words on the page, â(f/n) (l/n).â
Kunikida smiled down at you kindly, watching as you shut the book and sniffled.
âYou idiot⌠You let me go on like that, even though you felt the same way?!â You tried to sound genuinely angry, but the words came out as more of an excited squeal. Firmly pressing his possession back to his chest, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug. âI feel stupid, now.â The sentence was muffled beneath the fabric of his clothes. You could feel a ripple of laughter overcome him as he hugged you back.
âI honestly didnât know that you liked me until now, (y/n). Iâm quite sorry for being so obtuse, but I never would have believed that such a perfect girl would be interested in a man like me.â He said this happily, and you felt like you could melt into his arms.
âShut up.â You grinned and stood with him in the evening sunlight for quite some time, enjoying what you would both call âthe ideal situation.â
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