Kuzu

[kuzugatcha]

i feel like bakugo’s the type to get petty when you guys get into an argument. like he would probably tighten the lid on every jar or container he could get his hands on just so you go to him for help.

you guys would be outside having a meal after your long day of hero work and on your way home someone could be blatantly catcalling you and you would just ignore them because you didn’t have the energy to deal with guys like that.

but he would get upset and ask why you always let them step all over you and you would tell him to not make a big deal out of it and one thing leads to another.

it would be passive aggressive comments and remarks thrown from the elevator to the hallway to inside your shared apartment.

you were heated and annoyed and just wanted to have peace so you pulled up the bigger pants, shut the bathroom door (more like slammed), and was ready to decompress and soak in a bubble bath.

an hour later when you had calmed down, you went into the kitchen. bakugo was sitting on the couch across from the kitchen island on his phone, suspiciously quiet.

you didn’t want to say anything because you knew you shouldn’t have escalated the situation but you weren’t wrong and you were stubborn enough to stand by what you said.

you just decided to grab a little snack. could be a pickle, could be a jar candied orange peels, anything with a lid.

you took the container and twisted the top.

nothing happens.

you try again, and low and behold nothing happens again.

questions marks basically appeared around your head. you were sure this container wasn’t new and it had been opened before.

“need a hand?” you heard his voice.

“i’ve got it under control” you replied with a snappy tone in your voice.

fine, you just had to settle with another snack then.

you casually placed the container back in the fridge in exchange for another one. this one you knew you had just opened this morning and there was no way you would struggle with it.

until you did.

little grunts of frustration left your lips as you tried with all your might to open it. you were seriously considering just breaking the container to get to your little treat when a shadow overlapped yours.

suddenly you were caged by two arms on both sides. he reached around you almost enveloping you in a hug as he takes the jar from your hands and open the lid effortlessly without a sound.

you can feel his chest against your back and you can see the muscles working as he untwisted the lid and set the jar back down.

“all you had to do was ask” he whispered in your ear.

“i told you i had it under control-“ you were cut off with a kiss as he tilts your head to the side with one hand and the other snaked its way around your waist.

no words needed to be said as you melted into the kiss, and him guiding you around the counter and towards your room, not breaking contact for a moment. The treat was left on the counter. lid open and everything. completely forgotten in exchange for another snack.

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i felt like i had to share this with the rest of the world. and i def also didn’t expect my last post to be that well received. for ppl asking for a pt 2 to that one, idk if i would be able to make a part 2. my creative juices r not flowing like that was meant to be a one shot 😭😭. however, if i come up w smthing ill def post it.

also, if you guys have any requests please lmk cause i lowkey love writing these little headcanons.

[kuzugatcha]

Stairs.

pairing: Dazai Osamu x pm!Reader

summary: A fight between the port mafia and detective agency breaks out and it ends with one executive missing.

CW: Yandere Dazai (?), previously lovers, gunshot wound, dark themes

word count: 823

a/n: I saw a tiktok w/ chuuya and the stairs and remembered I had this draft sitting unfinished lmfao. this is also my first post, be nice...

unedited.

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stray. that was what you were before the port mafia took you in and placed you under dazai’s watch. they kept you fed, taught you how to hone your ability, and gave you power.

the port mafia was your family and dazai was your mentor, best friend, and you other half all at once so when he had suddenly disappeared without a word you felt as if the world was crashing before your eyes.

you thought he was dead. no contact for years and you had believed that you would never see him again.

you used that heartbreak, the betrayal, and hardened your heart to climb to the top of the ranks, taking your seat at the executives table.

the first time you had saw him again was in the warehouse after the encounter with the weretiger.

“you should get away from them. i can arrange a spot for you. at the agency.”

why would you leave? the port mafia was your family. they gave you everything you had. how could you turn your backs on them like he did.

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the offer came multiple times and each time it was a resound “no”. you wouldn’t betray your family like that and especially not to be an agency scum.

even during the truce, he practically stared into your soul as you were standing behind Mori. you could see and feel the cogwheels in his head turning but you were sure that he wouldnt give up.

and you wouldn’t give in either.

which then leads to the current situation.

the port mafia and the agency has gotten into yet another scuffle. bullets were whizzing by and the mansion was nearly destroyed.

what or who instigated the fight? no clue. all you knew was that somehow you had to back away to the safety of the halls after a bullet had somehow made contact with your leg.

you had hope that chuuya and akutagawa could handle themselves. the only one you had to worry about was dazai because you did not spot him at all during the fight.

you hugged the wall of the hallway as you bent down to inspect your wound. it wasn’t bad enough that your ability couldn’t lessen the injury temporarily.

you placed your hands on the wound with the intent to heal as much as you could but nothing happened. it felt as if your ability was dormant, but, that couldn’t be the case unless…

that was when you felt the cold touch on your shoulder.

you quickly turned around and saw him. dazai. but the look on his face was different. it felt too calm, too calculated.

you could feel and hear the alarm bells ringing in your head and you had a hell of a sixth sense so you booked it.

you had enough adrenaline in your system to ignore the pain for now. you just had to get upstairs to the surface. however, that adrenaline only lasts so long before it dies out.

your fast and hurried footsteps were the total opposite compared to the ones behind you. it was like he was just taking a stroll in the garden.

you quickly turned around sharp corner, trying to stop your momentum but failing as you slammed into the wall. but you couldn’t stop now.

you were faced with the stairs and no questions had to be asked before you quickly tried to climb them.

the injuries in your leg had finally made themselves known when the next thing you knew, you had made it four steps up before you fell.

you had to keep going, your racing heart was telling you that he was right behind you and you had to move. now.

so you got up, half climbing and half crawling up the stairs. until a bandaged hand had grabbed your waist and the other had made its way to the other side of your head, resting on the stair step.

“you know, you should’ve just agreed to come with me the first time i asked” he whispered in your ear. you could smell him, feel him, and definitely hear him.

“dazai, let go of me now.” you demanded, the fight in your voice evident.

a low chuckle came from his lips.

“what happened to calling me osamu? we were way too close to call each other formally” he started tapping rhythmically with one finger on the steps.

you tried to elbow him away but the next thing you knew, you were starting to lose your vision and felt your body being picked up.

“shh… just rest. since you clearly can’t make the right choice, i’ll make it for you. just like always.”

you could feel the vibrations on his chest as he carried you somewhere. location? no clue.

the last thing you remembered was him and his stupid humming.

dazai was elated. he had gotten what he wanted and all it took was one bullet.