He runs his fingers through your hair. The scabs are from getting hit in the head hard enough to bleed but not enough to bleed through your hair so no one would have noticed you were injured if you didn't tell anyone.
The idea is that you got hurt and decided it wasn't important enough to tell your boyfriend even though head injuries can be really dangerous.
You were hurt and either didn't think your pain was important enough to address or thought he wasn't safe enough to go to for help.
I think that uncertainty would be a fun flavor of angst to play with.
cw: fluff, angst if you squint, dark humour, slight suggestive at fyodor
first time writing bsd characters(except that dazai oneshot)
⧠OSAMU DAZAI
Dazai probably wouldnât say anything at first. His elegant fingers would linger just a moment longer over your injuries, catching even the slightest of your reactions. Sometimes you read together, and you hadnât realized his habit of stroking your hair would eventually give you away.
Heâd catch you off guard that day, at a moment you werenât expectingâwith sarcasm and a glint of playfulness in his eyes.
âDidnât know I finally found someone to commit double suicide with.â
Your eyes widened as you processed the meaning, scrambling for a justification, but he cut you off, cornering you with that quiet yet overwhelming presence. His usual smirk remained, but it was laced with gravity.
âDonât ever hide things like that from me again.â
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⧠CHUUYA NAKAHARA
You and Chuuya share a tumultuous relationship. You often get on each otherâs nerves, but the love is equally intense. Loyal, protective, yet at times too volatileâhence the frequent quarrels.
A deadly combination.
Now that he knows you, he couldnât truly live without you anymore. Technically, he could, but he would rather not risk being alone again.
From the very beginning, he disagreed with you going on a mission solo. But after relentless persuasion on your part, he relented. He didnât want you to think he doubted your competence.
You had barely stepped through the door when he started inspecting you, head to toe.
âChuuya, what the fuck, man?!â
âShut up.â
You tried to shove him away, but eventually just sighed and let him work. His touch was delicate, almost reverent like he didnât want to find anything, yet couldnât stand the thought of you being in pain.
Betrayal. Thatâs what he felt.
âReally, Y/N?â
He turned away sharply, tossing his leather jacket onto the bed and marching toward the medical kit.
âChuuya, it wasnât that bad! You didnât expect me not to fight back?â
âI knew you shouldnât have gone alone! I donât understand why they keep assigning you without me!â
âCHUUYA!â
A tear brimmed in your eye and that fierce look in his gaze dissolved, softening into guilt and sorrow. He came to you, pulling you into a quiet embrace, speaking against your hair.
âIâm sorry, baby. I justâŚâ
You knew his mind had spun out with worst-case scenarios. You knew he was scared of what the future might hold.
âI know.â
âLet me take care of you.â
âSure, mrs. doctor.â
You smirked at him, and he returned it, guiding you gently to sit so he could tend to your wounds.
⧠FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
Fyodor already knew you were hiding something the moment you returned from the mission he sent you on. He trusts your abilitiesâhe wouldnât have risked your life otherwise. Youâre one of the few people whose life heâd place above his own objectives.
So when he handed you a glass of wine after thoroughly thanking you for your efforts, he deliberately avoided touching the wounds on your head when he slowly stroked your hair, suspecting they were something you wouldnât admit.
He knows youâre strong, and he knows you wouldnât easily betray yourself. But your breathing had become too steady, your body language too rehearsed.
âMy love, it seems these missions agree with you too much, no?â
You laughed. Barely. There wasnât much to deflect with yet.
âWell, when I know whatâs waiting for me at home⌠what do you think?â
You were clever enough not to look him in the eyes, but his fingers gently tilted your chin upward. His false smile mirrored your own.
âWhy wouldnât I spoil my loyal and transparent partner?â
Your grin faltered. You hated when he caught you like this.
âHow long have you known?â
He raised an eyebrow.
âSince then?â You nearly rolled your eyes. âOf course. I didnât hide it. It wasnât serious. That idiot justââ
His grip tightened slightly.
âTry again.â
Those hypnotic eyes made you swallow hard.
âI wonât hide anything ever again.â
âGood girl.â
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⧠RANPO EDOGAWA
Despite his brilliance, Ranpo acts like a spoiled child at times. He was already annoyed after you sent him to the store three times today. He loathes routine errands.
His boredom evaporated, though, when he noticed your odd behavior after returning homeČ the way you exited the bathroom in a mild panic, like youâd been caught doing something. You had been: disinfecting your wounds before he could see them. But he didnât know that. Not yet.
Your behavior was out of character, far too open for someone trying to hide something. Normally, heâd never need to use his âabilityâ on you. But this time, he was far too intrigued.
âY/N?â
âYes, baby?â
Your voice trembled slightly as you tried to breeze past him, but he caught your hand and looked at you.
âNothing.â
He started tickling you as a distraction, until you were gasping with laughter, trying to push him off.
You smelled like disinfectant.
That night, while you braided your hair before bedâyour usual routineâhe asked,
âWant me to do it?â
âHa-ha, funny Ranpo.â
âIâm serious, baby. My last ounce of energy is for you!â
âLazy ass. No thanks.â
âReally????â
His exaggerated whining made you roll your eyes.
âOkay, fine!â
He pretended to understand what he was doing, braiding gently until his fingers started brushing areas they shouldnât have. You suddenly seized his hand. Your eyes locked.
âYou did this on purpose. All day.â
âBingo.â
His eyes were deadly serious. You werenât used to that from him. With others, he minded his own business, but with you? Clearly not.
âIâm sorry, babyâŚâ
He nodded once in forgiveness. And then, finally, you told him everythingâand promised it wouldnât happen again.
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⧠SAKUNOSUKE ODA
Oda is a gentle, empathetic man with a strong sense of justice. So you can imagine how he reacted mentally the moment his hand brushed your injury while gently stroking your hair. Heâs the kind of lover who evaluates a situation from every angle before speaking. When his touch stilled and his eyes widened, fixed on you, you knew youâd slipped up.
âOda, baby, I can explainââ
âPlease do.â
Heâd be disappointed in your decision to hide it, but he wouldnât hold it against you for long. Still, he wouldnât want a repeat. You loved him too much to see that worried expression on his face again, or to watch him meticulously tend to every wound afterward, silently determined to restore what was missed.
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⧠ANGO SAKAGUCHI
Ango often presents as calm and composed, but you know heâs far more intricate than the world sees and you love him for that. His true thoughts can be hard to decode at times.
He noticed your injuries in the morning but didnât immediately address them. Instead, he brushed the hair from your face, revealing a hidden wound, likely not the only one.
Your sleepy voice stirred at his touch.
âAngo?â
He said nothing, waiting for you to fully wake. His expression gave away nothing, but the intensity in his gaze said everything.
âMorning, baby.â
He smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes.
Eventually, later that day, you confessed. Cornered by that memory and his unrelenting stare. He knew your nature and didnât blame you, but letâs just say a discreet tracker somehow ended up sewn into your clothes during your next mission.
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⧠RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
Despite his ruthless, detached exterior, Akutagawa masks a raw, emotionally charged core. Heâs fiercely loyal, intensely protective, and entirely devoted to you. Expecially if he wasn't the one who got to protect you. He should've been the first of defense.
That doesnât mean he wouldnât be furious upon discovering you were hurt and hadnât told him.
âWhat the fuck is this, Y/N?â
âI just hit my head, Akutagawa. Itâs not that seriousââ
âDo I look like an idiot to you? Is that what you take me for? Who did this to you?!â
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⧠ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
Atsushi is known for his altruism and his tendency to put others before himselfâeven at his own expense. Still, Heâs a bit unsure of himself sometimes.
So imagine his panic when his fingers brushed against your hidden injuries.
He spoils you with so much affection that you tend to curl up in his arms and forget about the worldâs problems. You swore under your breath, realizing you hadnât concealed yourself well enough.
You knew what would follow. And maybe it wouldâve been better not to hide it at all, because it only made things worse.
He leapt off the couch in a frenzy, completely derailed from the movie you were watching.
âY/N?! What happened? When? Why didnât you tell me?! Who did this?! Do you think I wouldnât have been there?! What did I do wrong?!â
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⧠DOPPO KUNIKIDA
Doppo is a disciplined, composed man. Stoic on the outside, renowned for his meticulous organization and strict adherence to routine, even in your day-to-day relationship. He likes to plan every shared moment and takes pride in easing your burdens. His love language is likely acts of service. Still, behind that rigor lies a profound affection. In truth, you might be the person he loves most in the world.
Heâd feel immediately betrayed and also deeply guilty. It had been one of the rare days when you declined to bathe with him, knowing how much he cherished the routine of caring for you, washing your hair with tender precision. But when he later heard a quiet hiss escape your lips from a woundâalbeit not openâit became clear youâd hidden something from him. That hurt. Deeply.
âIâm so sorryâDamn! I didnât know! Why didnât you tell me? Donât you trust me? Am I not good enough for you?â
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⧠YUKICHI FUKUZAWA
Similar to Doppo in many ways, heâs serious, composed, and rooted in discipline. He prioritizes the safety and well-being of those in his care, and remains level-headed even under pressure. Yet beneath that composure, there is warmthâand with you, a quiet devotion.
You are one of his lifeâs priorities.
He wouldnât see it as a betrayal. He rarely assumes someoneâs behavior is a reflection of him personallyČ instead, he looks inward first.
He noticed something was off the moment you tried to redirect his hand when he reached to stroke your hair. You never do that.
âIs everything alright?â
âYes, why wouldnât it be?â
âWhy would my wife feel the need to conceal something from me?â
Heâs always given you space and respected your privacyâbut your eyes betrayed you. The guilt was unmistakable.
You felt awful and apologized immediately, though he had already forgiven you the moment he saw the truth. He believes you when you say it wonât happen again.
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⧠SIGMA
Sigma might appear confident and self-sufficient, someone who prefers working solo. But he harbors insecurities like anyone else, especially in relationships. Even though he knew it was selfish, his first thought was whether you didnât trust him to protect you.
But the two of you knew each other too well. Many words werenât always necessary to explain what the other needed the most to hear.
When his hand found the wounds on your scalp, he said nothing, waiting until you spoke.
âBaby, I didnât tell you because I didnât want to worry you. I know you wouldâve protected me if you were there, but I handled it. You didnât know, and thatâs okay. Iâm sorry I kept it from you. I wonât do it again.â
âItâs alright, my love. I understand you didnât want to make me anxious. But itâs normal for me to worry because of how I feel about you. Iâm just glad you know Iâd protect you with everything I have. And I know youâd do the same.â
