#yandere bsd

[n0cturnalcm]

The Two-faced Secretary.

[animeyanderelover]

could you do Bungo stray dogs males of your choice with a deaf darling that used to do ballet, thank you if you do! I love your writing

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, stalking, isolation, abduction

Tags: @animanwha @l-stvrlightt-l @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @absolute-gen @nomoonfound

Deaf ballerina darling

Dazai Osamu

🤎​Dazai has always had a tendeny to be a bit more theatrical and all that intensifies when he is around you. As you cannot hear or at least can hardly hear, Dazai develops a tendency to express his own emotions through excessive and exaggerated use of facial expressions and body language. If he at the very least would shut up about it, Kunikida would be somewhat content. For some reason Dazai continues talking though even though you are deaf, each word slow and dragged out so that you have a chance of reading his lips. That being said, Dazai does love sneaking up on you and hovering behind you without you noticing him for a while. It makes stalking a whole lot easier as he only has to stay out of your line of vision to avoid getting caught as you tend to not even hear him when you walk through more isolated parts of the town and he is the only one around. And how could he deny his belladonna her passion of dancing? As possessive as he can get, Dazai doesn't hold you back from practicing ballet. Instead he's surprisingly supportive as he even helps you practicing in his own messy apartment. However, he can get somewhat jealous at times when he realises others gawking at you during your performances.

Mori Ougai

🍷​Your disability is far more endearing to the mafioso than it should be precisely because it gives Mori an advantage he loves to use against you. It is very amusing how he is able to take calls about bloody business and have them in your presence, talking quick on purpose so you are only able to catch fragments of the conversation which often lead you to doubt your own abilities to read lips due to some words you believe you catch. Whenever you ask him about it afterwards, he merely signals you that you must have misread him. He plays that game for quite a while until he decides to end it as he would like to claim you permanently for himself now, writing you a letter detailing his true profession as well as his plans for the future which include you. It's so adorable watching the terror slowly wash over you as you reas through everything. However, he is very adamant that you continue your little performances though now with only him and Elise as your only audience. After all he has ordered such lovely outfits for you and he would love nothing more than see you dance for him in every single one of them. If you choose to act difficult he loves to confuse you by uttering threats you cannot make out, only enhancing your unease.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠​Dear God, Chuuya can certainly be a bit too much at times. He already has a terrible overprotective streak going on but obviously with you being unable to hear, this only becomes much worse. Somehow you have a feeling that he seems to confuse your deafness with a full inability to live a normal life which is more insulting than soothing as he treats you as if you would shatter like porcelain otherwise. You don't like how he always insists on accompanying you or how you always have to communicate with him by sending him messages when he is busy with his job. It feels like you're being treated like a child when in reality you are still capable of leading a normal life even with your disability. You have this type of conversation often with Chuuya and he always apologises and pampers you with gifts only to repeat the same behavior soon after as if unable to act differently. The only time where you feel like he is actually letting you have some autonomy is when you are doing ballet. Just for those moments it feels like Chuuya is actually being able to recognise that you can do things like everyone else can despite your deafness. Your performances are so utterly enamoring and he definitely asks you in private if you could perform for only him.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🍎​In his own worldview your deafness may as well be considered a reason why you are less tainted than most other people. You can hear no evil which gives you a certain pureness others simply do not have. However, it also makes you more vulnerable which thrills Fyodor almost in his sadistic ways. Obviously he has to lock you away and hide you to prevent you from being tainted by sin still as it seems to be human nature to do so yet his isolation doesn't mean safety. Not when he feels the need to torment you to keep you from ever turning into the very evil he has to cleanse the world of. However, his terrifyingly gentle behavior whilst inflicting such pain upon you is its own kind of terror. He speaks slow and even patiently repeats himself, giving you a chance to read his lips. He learns sign language or simply grabs your hand to draw letters on your palm with his cold fingers. He needs you to understand his words after all. Your skills in ballet captivate him though and soon you are forced to dance for him for hours on end. Ballet is a beautiful form of art after all and if you are too occupied with ballet, you cannot have sinful thoughts. So perform for him whilst he guides your movements with his cello until you nearly collapse.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️​One more joke from Teruko's side about how the two of you are indeed two lacking peas in a pod and Jouno is going to forget that she is his Vice-Captain. However, even he cannot deny the irony of being blind himself and falling in love with you who happens to be deaf. He has never been forced to adjust quite as much before as with you being deaf come new challenges. He certainly doesn't mind scaring you at times but as he has been trained to always approach quietly, you always get startled when he appears seemingly out of nowhere which leads him to have to announce his presence somehow by stomping so that you can sense the vibrations. He has to speak slowly and even repeat himself so that you can read his lips which requires patience he never had to use before as people normally immediately follow his commands. The sense of touch and body language becomes much more important as he can't see and you can't hear. Personally he doesn't mind most of the times to allow you to continue to perform ballet though he can get certainly bitter at times. Whenever Teruko praises your performances or Tetchou talks about your skills, Jouno feels disgustingly close to jealous because he cannot see.

Suehiro Tetchou

🌸​Tetchou truly only means well but he tends to give you the impression that he thinks of you as more incapable due to you being deaf. His own teammate is blind yet when you bring that up to him, he brushes it off. Jouno is different after all. He isn't you. You're lovable and soft. It's this mindset which leads him to be much more protective of you as a result and he may not even realise initially how his behavior makes you feel like you are less. Your one big advantage is that you can openly communicate with Tetchou about most things which includes his behavior, leading him to apologise and promise to try to be less overbearing. Due to your inability to hear sounds, Tetchou begins to get louder somewhat. He stomps on the ground so that you can notice him when he walks towards you and he begins to idly trace letters on your arms or your back with his fingers as a form of communication. Your hobby to perform ballet is one he supports as he may even try to use his influence to score you main roles in plays you audition for though he doesn't tell you this. He can only pray that he can make time in his schedule for your performances too. Otherwise he is going to sulk for quite a while after which you can only soothe by performing for him.

Nikolai Gogol

🕊️​Gosh, aren't you just sweet enough to eat up? Quite obviously someone as performative as Nikolai would find your deafness very cute. His whole personality relies on performances and quizzes though he considers himself caring enough to modify his games so you too won't miss out on the fun he provides you with. Sure, this may include spelling things out in big bloody letters but it would be much more cruel of him to leave you out of his fun, wouldn't it? His theatrical antics are multiplied as he really wants to convey his messages to you which in return only turn out more gruesome and bloody as a result as the horror of sound is taken away from you which leads him to amp up the horror he can make you fell through your remaining senses. Though he supposes that it is fun that he can just sneak up on you and frighten you every single time either by pressing a harmless kiss on your cheek or suddenly holding you at knife point. Both is fun. However, never accuse him of not supporting your passion of ballet. Look! He even prepares entire stages for you! He even gathers co-stars though the only true star is going to be you by the end of every performance. After all you will be the only one still alive by the end of the stage play.

Sigma

☁️​As a man brimming with insecurities, Sigma manages to always find his own flaws everywhere. After all here he is, positively panicking most of the times whilst you are deaf and still manage to be in such control of your life and your surroundings. God, he really is pathetic. With your deafness come the sleepless nights though he spends studying this disability and how to accurately behave. He even learns sign language in record time because he skips sleep all of the time though it definitely is worth it when he notices how pleasantly surprised you are when he uses it. He speaks slowly and always repeats himself when it looks like you didn't read his lips properly, even carries around paper and pen so he can scribble something down to have you understand things easier. Even through those insecurities he still finds himself isolating you and trapping you in his casino out of that lingering paranoia that someday something will happen to you and you won't hear it coming. Out of guilt he lets you continue ballet though even if he doesn't want to let you perform in front of others. Whether out of fear that you'll be targeted or a simple jealousy of allowing others to admire you and adore you is up for discussion. You can have your stage but no audience.

[lavandulawrites]

When you try to escape, but this is your yandere…

Good luck ig…?

We need to talk about how fine this man is

[lvv-zcs]

Bsd x reader fanfics that I like :3 (I'm referring to the reader as they/them because I'm more comfortable that way)

red = suggestive orange = smut

YANDERE

bittersweet | Fyodor

A certain husband has been negligecting his wife, and he doesn't like it when she gets too close to their gardener.

get free | Nikolai (Fyodor x reader in bad ending) / series

Nikolai has been admitted to a asylum, falling in love with his psychiatrist and decides to make them break up with their husband.

yandere Dazai hcs (?)

Self explanatory

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the weight of silk and silence | Fyodor

Fyodor hadn't meant to hurt you, but now he's realized what he's missed. Now, he's trying to get you back, as a proper husband.

paper vows | Fyodor

Fyodor hadn't meant to hurt you, but now he's realized what he's missed. Now, he's trying to get you back, as a proper husband. (Softer version)

morning after, marked in love | Soukoku x reader (morning after sex)

Self explanatory

making out with them | Soukoku x reader

Self explanatory

watcha' readin? | multiple BSD

BSD men find them reading erotic books, decided to make their fantasies true rather than words on pages.

haunted | Fyodor

Demon Fyodor (literally), fell in love with the house maid. Now, with a little spell, he decided to corrupt this angel.

trash sugar magic | Nikolai (multi chapter/series)

He's been tasked to kidnap them, for the sake of money and his job after Fyodor "died", he hadn't intended falling in love with their normalcy.

talk sweet to me | Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo and Akutagawa

A yapper, suddenly quiets down because they didn't want to seem too annoying. How does the bsd men react?

kiss and make up | Dazai

Out of pure jealousy, they decided to punish Dazai by not making him kiss them for fourteen days for flirting with a woman that isn't them.

second day | Dazai

It's their second day in ADA and it's already Dazai's decision to turn his full attention to rhem.

fyodor with a self harming reader

Contains: self harm, depressing themes. Self explanatory

your password is WHAT?! | Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo & Jouno (separate)

Bsd men find out their passwords on different media and securities are... their names?

drunk dazed | Dazai

Dazai came home drunk, and feeling extremely needy.

wait– you were serious?! | Dazai

They planned to confess to him for three weeks, and the day on the confession, Dazai thought they were joking.

wine red | Dazai, Chuuya (seperate)

The way they prefer their alcohol, with you.

gravity's hollow embrace | Chuuya

Contains: Body horror. Arahabaki seems to want more than Chuuya, the wretched thing living inside him as 'it' decided on them.

we can fuck about it later, if you want | Dazai

Contains: Mature themes. Couples fight all the time, yet they accidentally took a step too far and caused a three weeks rift between them

hooked | Chuuya

Chuuya teaches them how to pool, then he gets bored and decided to take things on the more fun side

you feel asleep on me again | Fyodor, Rampo (seperate)

Self explanatory (1k special)

you're not just pitying me? | 15zai

Contains: self harm (it's dazai.) Living in a storage container isn't exactly the most comfiest of places, so it's natural he feels wrong when he enters a place that feels comfortable.

Will update

All rights reserved to the authors and creators of these fanfics. I am in no way claiming their work as mine lmk if your work is in here and you want me to remove it :3

[kaggimeat]

yandere dazai + psychologist reader

dazai who gives therapy a try, reluctant and skeptical at first, only to find out it’s not as awful as he had expected

dazai who struggles with opening up, cracking jokes and making light of serious topics with practiced ease, skillfully ignoring your silly attempts to get through to him

dazai who, after many, many sessions, comes to find that you’re surprisingly easy to talk to. the conversations flow naturally, you don’t try to placate him with empty promises of a better tomorrow, nor do you display the clinical coldness he’d anticipated

dazai who believes you’re the only person who truly understands him. you understand the deep-rooted hollowness that’ll never go away, maybe even more so than he understands it himself. you don’t try to force him to participate in the mundane everyday activities, you don’t feed him pretty little lies to try and convince him about life’s supposed beauty—you simply listen and accept him as he is

dazai who can feel himself gradually sinking into the comfort of your quiet presence. there is just something about you—and not just the fact that you listen to him "whine"—that’s pulling him in like a black hole. it’s almost like he looks up to you in a way, perceiving you as he would a silent guardian angel

dazai who gets all cranky and sulky because, what do you mean he has to wait almost three months for another appointment? these bothersome moods are accompanied by a gnawing feeling that dazai refuses to acknowledge out loud—he can try to convince himself that jealousy is beneath him all he wants, but he can’t ignore the ever growing sense of irritation at the thought of you tending to someone else. your attention should be on him

dazai who just so happens to start showing up everywhere—his presence outside of your office is terrifyingly soundless, and you’re blissfully unaware about him lingering out there, listening in to the conversations you’re having with your other clients. neither do you notice him when he trails behind you after your shift ends, his steps stealthy and cautious like a stray cat’s as he spectates your day-to-day life. it’s only fair he knows a little bit about you when you know so much about him, right?

dazai who learns exactly how your brain functions, and effortlessly shifts the conversation during the appointments to you, disguising his sudden interest in your personality and private life as nothing more than innocent curiosity—getting you to willingly talk about yourself is so much more rewarding than just stalking after you in the dark

dazai who isn’t stupid enough to even entertain the idea that you feel the same way about him. helping people like him, making the lost causes of this world feel seen and safe, must be nothing more than a job to you. dazai is just another patient amongst dozen others. but to him, you’re the sole reason his thoughts aren’t filled with mud all day

dazai who just might "borrow" the files in your office, flipping through the pages with disdain as he reads about the other patients. he pays the more troublesome ones a little visit to make sure you won’t be as busy with them anymore. after all, the less clients you have, the more time and energy you have for him, and that’s how it should be

dazai who doesn’t care that your feelings towards him are most likely strictly professional. all you have to do is be there, accept him each time he visits, let him bask in the feeling of being understood, make him feel like he’s the only one that matters during these fleeting appointments

...though, undeniably, it would be nice to have you return his so called love, but he’s capable of settling for what he currently has... for now

dazai who realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to get better—in fact, he’ll gladly get worse, as long as it means he gets to see you again and again and again. he’s finally obtained something worth keeping, and there is no way he’s allowing himself to lose it

[crazylazydaizzzy]

Russian roulette

pairing: Yandere Husband!Dazai x wife!reader

Your husband has his own unique ways of making you prove your loyalty to him

tags: yandere ⋮⋮ toxic behaviour ⋮⋮ controlling behaviour ⋮⋮ russian roulette! ⋮⋮ use of fear ⋮⋮ married couple ⋮⋮ intimidation ⋮⋮ use of gun ⋮⋮ drabble ⋮⋮ mwah mwahhh to my dazai

a/n: am i considered crazy if i like this version of dazai? (╥ ᴗ ╥)

“Welcome home, baby” Dazai is ready at the door the instant you step inside, having heard your heartbeat a few moments before your palm wrapped around the doorhandle, even. His melodic voice carries from the seat he has positioned in the hallway just for him to sit on and wait for your safe return.

With one leg over the other, one arm crossed over his chest, the other propped on it. Resting his chin in his hand, he eyes you up and down.

“Hi, Zai” You turn to set the box in your hand down by the shoe rack, feeling your skin prick all over from his studying gaze.

“So, have you been a good little wife today?” He asks, the amusement in his tone evident. You stiffen, your movements slowing down for a beat before you turn back to face him, a smile plastered on your face.

“Of course I have”

“Sure about that?” He unfolds to his full height, towering over you as you pass by him. “What about the man you were giggling so happily with a few moments ago?” You didn’t think he heard you talking to the delivery man in the apartment complex – didn’t think he could spot your heartbeat from that distance

Slowly turning to look at him over your head, you narrow your eyes at him before letting out a huff of a breathless chuckle. “Dazai, that was the delivery man. I just thanked him.” You quickly make your way to the bedroom, avoiding any potential arguments he might want to raise.

Dazai, however, had other plans planned for you tonight.

Following after you, he closes the bedroom door behind him, leaning his back on it.

“I think its time we have a confessional, sweetheart”

Eating up the space between you with two long strides, he looks down at you once again, crowding you in with his height. “Hop on. I missed my loyal wife.” He nearly purrs.

You get on the bed, obeying silently while he reaches for the gun inthe bottom drawer of your bedside table.

Sitting with your back to the headboard, he looms over you, one hand on your head, gently stroking down your hair. One stroke after the other, his petting morphs into something rougher, until he has his fingers tangled up into your hair, tugging at it and forcing your head back.

“There. I like this angle better” He leans down once hes satisfied having your eyes on him, pressing his lips to your jaw – one soft and slow kiss branding you to him.

“Now, you know the rules of this game. Confess all the wrong things you’ve done today, and this game will be over” His tone lightens, as if reassuring. The bed dips lower where he sits opposite of you, the gun in his hand.

“Dazai, I haven’t done anythin-”

Click.

He lowers his gun, waving it casually around as he speaks. Your breath hitches, heart racing as you swallow the lump forming in your throat. “Pretty little liar, I can practically feel your heartbeat fluttering like a trapped hummingbird from over here. Spill it, baby”

“I told you I was just being polite to the delivery man. Want me to scowl at him next time?” Your tone has gotten more airy, more breathless and unsure despite you knowing you did nothing wrong. Nothing criminal like he’s making it out to be.

The gun kept spinning around his finger, the motion equally as hypnotizing as it is terrifying. Back and fourth. Spinning and spinning, over and over again, just as the room around you started to spin faster and faster.

“Dazai, please… can we stop now?”

He clicks his tongue, blinking slowly at you, that same degrading smile playing on his lips. “Not until you confess all of your sins for today” he spins the gun around his index finger, the movement so carefree and casual before he flicks its head towards you. “Go on. I want to hear you say it”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, your lower lips quiver instead. “I-I… Dazai, please. I’m bored of this game, can you please stop this?” You try and coax, the inner corners of your eyebrows pinching inwards, biting down on your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Hmmmmmmmm.” He drags out, tilting his head slightly to the side, eyes trailing slowly down to your lips. “Wrong answer”

Click.

“What did I say about talking to others?” In an instant, hes lurching forward, pressing your back til it kisses the headboard. He points the gun between his fingers at your chest. Slowly, agonizingly slow, he trails the gun lower, over the dip between your breasts, stopping only an inch below it.

“Yes! yes! Im sorry! I smiled at the delivery man, and I shook the hand of my superior at work. I-I.. a man bumped into me. My shoulder brushed his. Please have it in you to forgive me” The ‘confessions’ spill from your parted lips, eyes squeezed shut, body taut like a bowstring as you profess your major sins for him to judge.

Seeming to be somewhat pleased with your honesty – proving your loyalty to him – he sucks in a breath. Leaning in closer, his lips graze your ears. “You’re lucky you’re cute”

Pulling away slowly with a sickeningly sweet smile softening his features, he carelessly tosses the gun onto the bedside table, his attention fully on you.

“Now, shall we eat, my beautiful wife?”

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Yandere Platonic Isekai Thoughts

Thinking about the usual isekai fantasy accept your not a noble’s beloved or neglected babe. Turns out you're the sibling to a poor awful human being in an awful financial situation. That or your dear cousin that you’ve been raised to grow up with is a violent psychopathic freak that’s going to wreak havoc on the world you loved in your past life. 

“Open wide little (Y/n)! Ah such a good appetite!”

They’re cheery smile and adoring gaze makes you want to throw up the food they so lovingly fed you but you won’t. For you worry that the vulnerable existence of a new born makes it all too easy for them to suddenly switch their affection for you to hate.

“Hm I say this little piggy doesn’t deserve to live.”

“NO PLEASE!NO PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!--”

“And the audience says?”

“Waaaaahhhh!”

“Oh poor (Y/n)! I’m so sorry my love, I’ll take care of the monster right away!”

“WAIT—WAIT—NO PLEASE!!!! AAAAAGGGHHHH! ”

Doused in blood and uncaring for your very intentional crying fits, they begin their violent spree early. Seemingly comforted by the fact that their infant accomplice can do nothing but cry and babble while they chop their victims to pieces. It makes for a wild whiplash when they dros everything to play hid and seek with you. 

“Birds go: Chip chip. And frogs go—”

Boomf. Boomf. Boomf.

“Ugh the rats are out again….they always act so desperate these days.”

Even when they’re listening to you better as you start to walk and uncovering things they’ve kept hidden; they still refuse to take the hint that you might be affected by all their nefarious deeds. Laughing at the drawings where your crying about the blood covered scribble he’s smiling over. Bouncing you on their knee when you start crying while they skewer an ice pick through an open stomach. 

“Uh oh you does your wittle lunch want to come back up? Here you are into the bucket there ya go!”

With no signs of stopping and the time of the plot ebbing closer to the main storyline you do your best to get intervention. Reaching out anonymously to a proper authority whether that’s a social worker or a the viscount that owns the land they’re on. Who’ll stop by at the height of a normal day; honestly pure luck your dear sibling wasn’t relentlessly murdering some poor soul.

“Excuse me I heard that this child might not be the safest in your care.”

“What?! Who said–”

“I’ll be taking a look around, thank you.”

You act your age or try to, kind of excited you might actually be leaving this monster of sibling with morals so awful you worry you’ll actually be desensitized. Whoever comes to your aid is really nice, engaging in conversation with you and even spending some quality play time with you. The whole time you sweat feeling your family’s intense gaze on you through the crack of the closed door.

“(Y/n) needs to eat.”

“Oh right, don’t mind me I just need to check somethings.”

They hesitate to let this intruder guest go unsupervised but they make good on their excuse actually preparing the kid appropriate smiley faced lunch they make all the time. Mumbling into your head about what a ‘stupid pest’ had found it’s way into their perfect home. It’s after you eat that you feel weirdly tired more so than you usually are when you spend the night planning. 

“Hush hush little bug. Take a good nap okay!” 

You try fighting so hard. 

“We’ll talk about you letting pests in later.”

BSD: Fyodor Dovoketsky, Nikolai Golgol, Mori Ougai

JJK: Toji Fushiguro*

BNHA: Dabi, Shigaraki Tomura, Villain Kaminari Denki, AFO

AOT: Kenny Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman

Killing Stalking: Sangwoo

HunterXHunter: Hisoka Morrow, Phinks, Shalnark, Feitan

[stuffeddeer]

Nobody's hiring these days | Bungo Stray Dogs | Dazai x reader

"Honestly at this point I'd take a rejection. I'm begging for a rejection," you groan.

Dazai chuckles, hand moving up to push yours away, the phone that was covering his view of your face toppling to the side. "You wanna be rejected?"

You huff. Of course not. Glancing down, all your irritation melts away as you see your boyfriend's pretty face gazing up at you from your lap. He'd perched up here not long ago, having just gotten home from the agency and quickly raced over to sit beside you on the couch. Which, of course, quickly became lying on the couch and pleading with you to lie down alongside him.

"I just," you sigh, "it's weird to get no responses. I've started applying to part time work as well, places that are seeking help "desperately," and no one will email me back. Is my resume that shitty?" The last question comes out despondently, causing Dazai to frown. He never wants to see you sad.

"Your resume is perfect. It's all about you, after all," he grins.

Not responding to his lip service, your hand that had been holding your phone (and checking your email) just moments ago now runs through his hair. It's serene, being able to just enjoy a moment of peace and quiet with your boyfriend.

The two of you had such hectic jobs before you'd gotten fired from yours, meaning you usually spent time at home preparing for tomorrow. Being able to sit with him, fingers carding through his hair as he purrs like a cat... it's a dream come true.

Dazai's eyes flutter shut. Basking in the warmth of the setting sun's shine through the living room window onto him and your soothing fingers just oozes all the stress of today out of his system. This is all Dazai wanted for today - to spend time with his favorite person. Or maybe one of two, since Kunikida covered his lunch today.

The way things are now... Dazai would hate for them to change. "You could stop applying," he carefully speaks. It's sudden, breaking through the silence and serenity, but quiet and soft as well. "Just stay home. I can pamper you."

Stay home..? "No, that doesn't make sense. I should be out there in the world, making bread and grinding or whatever people say these days— "

"I can help with the grinding— "

"And when I head back out into the work force, they'll wonder why there's such a huge gap in my resume. I need to find work now." You don't even dignify Dazai's interruption with a response.

I mean, yeah, you're right - if you want to be technical with it... The job market is only getting harder to breach everyday and the longer you wait to get back out there, the harder it'll be. But Dazai didn't work his ass off to get you fired from one place just for you to crawl back to another.

"But what if you just didn't go back to work?" Dazai broaches. "Ever, I mean. I can take care of us, be the breadwinner. You used to be so stressed... it's nice seeing you make time for the things you've forgotten." 

Sitting up, Dazai maneuvers himself to face you on the couch, resting his knees into the cushions and placing his hands on top of them. "And I like coming home to see you, looking all cute and relaxed, smiling and waiting just for me. It was so sad when I'd come home to nothingness because you were working late."

The brunette is laying it on thick, for sure. But you've never expressed interest in being his cute stay-at-home partner, always emphasizing your want for "financial independence" or whatever. Dazai does look so cute, eyes wide and glistening, lips pouty. "Please consider it. I much prefer this for you," his calloused hands grasp at yours, sincerity in his expression.

Clicking your tongue in faux annoyance, you tug your hand from his. "Fine, for now. Just because no one has been responding to my applications."

Crumbling easily is one reaction to have. Dazai would rather you have remained steadfast, because he knows exactly what to say in response to skew this in his favor. Your quick agreement as you stood to vanish into the kitchen means that this is far from over. In a few days, you'll be back to sending out applications - and Dazai will have to be ready to continue blocking them.

Ugh, how tedious. But it's worth it to keep you at his side.