omg my blind ass thought it read that your inbox was closed so i didn't request smth yesterday (ᗒᗩᗕ) There's a chance i might be dyslexic... but can i request dazai x reader that loves dancing(maybe prefers waltz), but they're too shy to dance in public so they only dance at night time alone, thank you sm (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)
⊹ ꒰🩹꒱ ˖ dancing alone (until you) ⊹ ࣪ ˖ — dazai x gn!reader
a/n: hii lovely, my reqs were closed on my inbox, but i opened them recently! no need to worry, enjoy! ♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢.
♡ ｡ﾟ•┈ ୨ 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ୧ ┈• ｡ﾟ♡
he found out by accident one night when he came out of your bedroom to.. linger and ponder a bit by himself, expecting whatever normalcy that could await him in the middle of the night. yet there you were—barefoot, moving through slow, elegant waltz steps like the music was inside your bones. he just leaned against the doorframe, watching with a quiet, unreadable expression reserved for times something truly caught him off guard. when you finally noticed him, he didn't tease. he simply said with a small grin, “don’t stop on my account.”
after that, it became part of your shared rhythm. dazai never pushes you toward public dancing. he understands that the shyness runs deep, and he respects the privacy of something that clearly means so much to you—even if he jokes and teases you about it. Instead, he starts making the nights yours. he’ll clear a little space in the living room without being asked, dim the lights, and put on a record or playlist heavy with slow waltz music—the kind that feels like it was written for two people who don’t need the world watching.
he’s good at it. years of pretending to be whatever the situation demands have given him natural grace, he's light on his feet, matches your preference for your dance's structure, and he leads with an effortless kind of confidence that makes you forget to feel self conscious. his hand rests on the small of your back is warm and steady, pressing you closer just slightly, thumb occasionally brushing in small circles that feel more intimate than any grand dip ever could. you fit against him like the music arranged it.
some nights he doesn’t dance at all—he just sits on the edge of the couch, long legs stretched out, and watches you with half lidded eyes. there’s no performance pressure. it’s simply him appreciating the version of you that only comes out at night, when the rest of the world is quiet. when you eventually reach for his hands, he lets you pull him up without hesitation.
you never feel exposed. with him, the night belongs to the two of you alone, and dancing becomes another language you speak when words aren’t enough, the kind that lets you move freely while he follows, leads, or simply holds you close, heartbeat steady against yours. the secrecy of it all, it feels like another layer of closeness.
♡ ｡ﾟ•┈ ୧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮 ୨ ┈• ｡ﾟ♡
you slipped into the living room well after midnight, the apartment wrapped in that deep, familiar silence broken only by distant traffic. moonlight pooled across the wooden floor like spilled milk, and you let the quiet pull at you. earbuds in, the waltz rose soft and steady, strings curling around your ribs. no audience, no lights, just the slow glide of your bare feet and the sway of your body. you turned, hips following the three count rhythm that always lived in your bones.
you spun once, twice, breath catching with the music, lost enough that you almost missed the faint creak of the bedroom door.
then long arms circled your waist from behind, warm and sure. dazai’s chest pressed to your back, his chin settling on your shoulder. your heart lurched as he nuzzled into the skin of your neck, heat flooding your cheeks and you froze mid-step. the music was suddenly too loud in your ears.
“sorry.. i didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, already reaching to tug the earbuds free, suddenly aware of how exposed you felt in the middle of the room.
his fingers caught yours instead, threading through them gently. “don’t stop on my account,” he murmured against your neck, voice still slurred with sleep. “you looked beautiful 'bella.”
the flush deepened. you tried to pull away, embarrassed, but he only drew you closer, one hand settling at the small of your back. “dazai…” your voice came small, shy, the way it always did when he caught you in these private moments.
he hummed low, turning you slowly to face him. moonlight caught his relaxed face—the soft edges of his smile, the way his eyes stayed heavy lidded and fond. he lifted your joined hands, the other resting warm on your waist, and guided you into the next step. you stumbled at first, flustered, feet unsure now that someone watched. your free hand hovered awkwardly before settling on his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt.
“breathe,” he said quietly, forehead brushing yours for a second. “it’s just us.”
you swallowed, glancing away for a beat, but followed his lead. the first few turns felt stiff, your body too aware of his gaze, of how close his mouth hovered near your temple. every spin made your pulse flutter. yet he didn't rushed, didn't tease. he simply moved with you, steps light and unhurried.
gradually the tension eased, and you let yourself lean into him, forehead resting against his collarbone as you swayed. your steps grew surer, matching his without thought. when he dipped you, careful and slow, his hair curtaining your faces—a quiet laugh slipped out of you, breathless and relieved. he brought you back up and you tucked closer, arms winding around his neck, bodies pressed flush in the silver dark.
the waltz played faintly from your earphones, which were put away—but you barely noticed anymore. his breath warmed your hair, his hands steady and familiar on your waist. you danced until the song faded into silence, until the only rhythm left was the shared beat of your hearts and the soft shuffle of bare feet on wood. dazai didn’t pull away. he simply held you there, lips brushing your temple in a lingering kiss, the night wrapping intimate and close around the two of you.
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