#borrower!dazai

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I come back with more Pred Chuuya and borrower Dazai :3

(I've never draw hair like that [when laying down] so, idk if it's okay :'3)

TW: Mouthplay/Pre-vore

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE !!

I'm sorry Chuuya, I think you didn't expect that gift :')

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Here's a drawing for my planned Bsd Borrower au :3 (Alive Odasaku au :D)

(I tried to practice a bit with the lighting and with blending brushes and I kinda like how it turned out :])

+ close up ofc

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I finally finished it :3

The colors are plain because I got lazy to add shading :')

Anyways, something I'm planning to write. Borrower Dazai and Chuuya being found by Odasaku, who gets them free and takes them to the ADA (Odasaku will remain alive in this au and works at the ADA) (Also, in this au Chuuya is Transmasc but forced to wear dresses by their captor, an old man, who doesn't believe in those things and still sees Chuuya as a female, worsening his dysphoria.

Is not in the right angle but I'm lazy to fix it :'3

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If your talking bsd g/t requests....

PLEASE GIANT ODASAKU WITH TINY DAZAI PLS PLS PLS.

Also i love your art and your super talented. Sent on anon cause I'm shy

I'm glad you like my art! Sorry it took a bit but- here is it! :3

ADA Odasaku reading but also listening to Dazai's constant yapping :]

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@smalltendencies I tag you but I wanna know if you mind if I add you to the tag list for bsd g/t content

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Happy hug a giant day Odasaku!!; —Dazai

I know it was yesterday but I forgot so, I'm posting it today :'3

Borrower Dazai hugging Odasaku's hand :]

It's lazy ik

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Something we never got to say

Okay, here I come again with a fic...

Borrower Dazai but it won't have anything to do with the borrower au I'm making. Anyways, if you want a second part tell me, but I don't know if it will have it.

Word count: 1.3k (short ik)

TW: Angst, Major Character death, Sad End

Dazai Osamu was three inches tall and impossible to ignore.

He was a borrower by species, a fluttering wisp of mischief and wit with hair like falling shadows and a smile full of secrets. Most humans had never seen someone like him before — even if he'd spent most of his tiny life right beneath their floorboards. He lived in the Armed Detective Agency now, nestled in a teacup turned bedroom on top of Fukuzawa’s bookshelf. Nobody quite remembered when he had arrived — except Odasaku. Oda had found him first, years ago.

Dazai was six then, barely past the age where his voice was a squeaky chirp. Oda, just eleven, had been reading alone on the steps behind a worn-down library when something brushed against his shoulder — a faint weight, like the wind had decided to rest. And there he was: tiny, curious, hollow-eyed, and brave.

Now, nine years later, the Agency knew Dazai as a fixture of the office — a flicker darting between potted plants, hopping over keyboards, and stealing sugar cubes from Yosano’s coffee when she wasn’t looking. He perched on Oda’s shoulder during mission briefings, swung from Yosano’s hair when she let him, and occasionally napped in Fukuzawa’s inner coat pocket.

But mostly — mostly — he annoyed Chuuya.

And Chuuya let him.

Every day was like clockwork.

Chuuya would come in, fed up from nothing in particular, and sit at his desk, fuming at papers or trying to stay calm as Yosano made some comment about his hat. A few minutes later, a soft whoosh would rustle his hair — and Dazai would land like a feather on his head.

"Good morning, hat rack,” he’d coo.

Chuuya never flinched. “Good morning, pest.”

Dazai would slide down his collar and swing himself onto his shoulder, legs dangling.

“Your aura’s tense today,” Dazai would murmur, one hand on Chuuya’s ear. “Bad dreams? Or just the usual ‘I hate the world’ funk?”

Chuuya would roll his eyes. "Shut it."

But Dazai wouldn’t. He never did. He'd pick at Chuuya’s tie, climb into his collar, curl up against his throat and mutter nonsense like, “You should moisturize. You’re getting old skin wrinkles,” and “You’re warm. I think I’ll hibernate here.”

And Chuuya — well. Chuuya would blush. Sometimes, if nobody was watching, he’d touch a finger gently to Dazai’s side, cradling him against his shoulder. He’d hold him there — careful, protective, as if the tiniest pressure could shatter him.

Dazai liked to press kisses to his jawline. Soft, impossibly light. Like the air itself was fond of him.

One time, in the quiet of dusk, Chuuya bent his head and gave Dazai a kiss right on his little head. Just once.

Dazai didn't speak for two minutes after that. For Dazai, that was a miracle.

“I broke you,” Chuuya teased.

“You fixed me,” Dazai said.

They never talked about what they were. Not properly. But everyone knew. Even Fukuzawa looked the other way when Dazai slept in Chuuya’s hat on bad days, wrapped in a square of silk like a sleeping cat.

And Odasaku — well. Oda never pried. He’d just smile, calm and knowing, whenever Chuuya walked by his office with Dazai curled up on his shoulder, and say, “Be gentle with him. He has a small heart.”

Chuuya would roll his eyes.

But he listened.

---

Then came that morning.

The air was too quiet.

Chuuya had woken to a strange stillness, like the whole building was holding its breath. He shrugged on his coat, stepped into the Agency’s main floor, and blinked. No sudden wind. No teasing voice. No feet pattering across his shoulders.

He looked around.

“Dazai?” he called. Nothing.

Maybe he was with Oda. Or asleep. Or...

Chuuya jogged to his desk, dropped his hat, and peered into the teacup Dazai used as a bed. There he was — curled beneath a folded tissue, arms drawn in close, like always.

Chuuya smiled, some tension leaving him.

“Oi. Wake up, ya lazy brat. I know you’re faking it.”

He reached out a finger and nudged Dazai’s side.

No movement.

“Dazai.”

He nudged harder.

Still nothing.

His smile dropped.

“Dazai—?”

He touched his chest gently.

There was no rise. No fall. No warmth.

Chuuya felt the blood drain from his face. “No. No, you’re just sleeping weird. You always do this. You little— come on, wake up—!”

He lifted the tiny body with trembling fingers. Dazai’s arms drooped. His head lolled slightly. And still — no breath.

“No,” Chuuya whispered. His heart slammed against his ribs. “No, no, no—!”

He grabbed his hat, stuffed Dazai’s still form inside with trembling care, and bolted from the room, barely breathing.

---

The door to Odasaku’s office slammed open.

Oda was sipping tea at his desk, a book in hand.

“ODA!” Chuuya’s voice cracked like glass.

Oda stood instantly. “What happened?”

Chuuya ran to him, breathless, his eyes wide with panic and tears. He held out his hands — his hat cupped like a cradle. Inside, Dazai lay limp, still.

“He won’t— he’s not waking up— Oda— please—”

Oda’s tea cup hit the floor, forgotten.

He reached down slowly, carefully, as if any sudden movement might make it real. Gently, he lifted Dazai’s body into his palm, held him close to his chest, and listened.

Chuuya held his breath.

Oda's jaw clenched.

"...No heartbeat."

“No, no, no,” Chuuya whispered again, stumbling back. “You’re lying— he was just talking to me yesterday— he was— he kissed me goodbye— I felt it—”

Oda set Dazai down on a folded handkerchief, hands shaking in a way Chuuya had never seen.

“I don’t— I don’t understand,” Chuuya said, voice cracking. “He was fine. He was fine, Oda—!”

“I know,” Oda said quietly.

They stared at the body in silence.

His limbs were still soft, his face peaceful. Like he had simply fallen asleep mid-sentence. No signs of sickness. No sign of pain. Just… stillness.

“I’ll check him again,” Oda murmured, voice low and hollow. “Maybe there’s still something— maybe—”

But they both knew.

Borrowers didn’t always die like humans. Sometimes their hearts just… stopped. Quietly. Like birds falling from the sky mid-flight. Nobody knew why.

Chuuya sank to his knees beside the desk. “He promised— he said he wouldn’t leave— he said we’d go to the coast someday— he said—” He choked. “I didn’t even say good night. I just— we argued about soup— I said he was annoying—”

Oda crouched beside him. “He knew.”

“I didn’t get to say it—” Chuuya’s voice splintered. “I never got to say it.”

Oda looked at the tiny body again, his hands in his lap.

“I think he heard it,” Oda whispered.

---

The funeral wasn’t official.

They buried Dazai in a matchbox in the little garden behind the ADA, near the hydrangeas he always climbed in spring.

Fukuzawa said a few words. Yosano didn’t speak. She just left a pink ribbon folded beside the box. Ranpo didn't come out, but later Chuuya found a sugar cube with a smiley face drawn in icing beside the grave.

Chuuya stayed long after everyone else left.

He knelt there, hat in his lap, wind in his hair.

“I loved you,” he said to the box. “You dumb, tiny idiot. I loved you.”

He reached into his coat and pulled out a folded slip of paper — something Dazai had given him weeks ago. It was shaped like a heart, no bigger than a coin. Inside: a doodle of them, Dazai perched on his shoulder, and the words: I’m gonna haunt you forever, Chuuya-chan~ ♡

Chuuya laughed, then cried.

---

Life moved on.

The ADA carried forward. Missions resumed. Oda started mentoring a new recruit. Rain came and went.

Chuuya kept Dazai’s teacup on his desk, always clean. His hat never felt quite right without that tiny weight on top.

Sometimes, at night, he’d wake up and swear he heard fluttering near his window. A breeze against his ear. The faintest whisper.

“Good night, hat rack.”

He never heard it again after that first week.

But he kept listening.

Just in case.

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Can you tell us some of your head canons for g!oda and t!dazai?

I'm gonna guess this is from the borrower au :3

Odasaku:

- Calm Dad that's always reading but also aware of Dazai's whereabouts every time.

- He's gay and dating Ango, both of them take care of Dazai; Ango helps take care of the borrower at home.

- He sometimes brings Dazai inside his pocket while he goes to any errands, keeping him there warm and safe.

- He usually lets Dazai sleep on his bed pillow until he knows he's actually asleep before moving him to his own makeshift bed on the nightstand.

- He only lets Dazai take 1/4 part of a sugar cube during the mornings, he doesn't want him high on sugar the rest of the day.

Dazai:

- First time he met Oda, he would keep his distance, not trusting him in the slightest. Now he can't stay 10 minutes away from him.

- He's really mischievous, likes to mess around. Once he even broke one of Odasaku's coffee cups by accident. He got grounded for 3 hours.

- Sees Oda as a father figure, he won't say it aloud though. He clings to his hand whenever Ango is around, knowing they are dating but not letting Ango take Odasaku from him.

- Whenever Odasaku goes on errands, he's tucked inside his pocket, where he eventually falls asleep, feeling warm and protected.

- He pretends to fall asleep so Odasaku will pick him up into his hands and place him carefully into his own makeshift bed.

- Even if he's only allowed to eat 1/4 of sugar he somehow manages to eat a lot more and go high on sugar sometimes.

I'm bad at headcanons, :')

(I'll answer more asks in the morning, I have to go to bed :'3)

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