Too Stoic for him?

|•Chapter 1:Nakajima Atsushi•|

Third Person POV

The h/c sighed as Kunikida had dragged her
along to find their partner Dazai who decided to
just run off to who knows were. It was never
new to her that he was trying to commit suicide
he had been doing this ever since they were
in the Port Mafia "Y/n,Where could he be?" Kunikida turned to face the woman that
was behind him "Well we could try the river."
She suggested as he began running off down to
the river as the she just followed him.
They continued running until they noticed a
very familiar figure and a very unfamiliar
one as well,across the river.

"That suicidal bastard ruined my damn schedule..." She heard Kunikida growl underneath his breath
as he stomped his way over to where Dazai could
see him as she just trailed behind him like a
baby duck following it's mother. Well Kunikida
did give off motherly vibes just based off the
way he treated Dazai really screamed mum.
"There you are,blockhead!"Kunikida shouted getting the attention of the suicidal maniac from the over side of the river. The sky had painted the
water into pretty shades of yellows,oranges
and reds it was like looking at the crisp leafs on
the trees when it was autumn.

"Oh,hey. Nice work,Kunikida-kun and Y/n-chan."Dazai gave a little wave to the two as
Kunikida was simply not having it. He swore he
saw a couple a grey hairs appear on his head and it wouldn't be a surprise if they all were from Dazai.
The blonde hair man had is arms crossed over
just below his chest and in one hand was his
book of ideals. Painted across his face was the infamous unimpressed look that he would
always give to anyone who had annoyed him.

"Nice work? And just who caused all this work,you suicidal maniac?!I've had enough of you
disrupting my schedule!" He barked at the man
who just started ignoring the blondes complaints
"Y/n could you please teleport us to the over side of the river." He told the h/c woman next to him
who only nodded at his request and simply
complied with it.

As soon as she did what Kunikida told her to the man automatically grabbed Dazai by the neck and began shaking him violently. He scolded him
like a mother going of at there child for not
doing their chores or something amongst the
line of that. While the two were doing their
usual routine she noticed the off-white haired
boy who was just standing there watching
them. She decided it was only nice to introduce herself since she assumed the boy retrieved Dazai out of the river. But there was something about
the boy that somehow fascinated her, was it his violet eyes that had pools of sunny yellow
sunken at the bottom of them?

Or was it maybe that she was feeling sympathy for the kid she has only just got a close up of.
She saw a bit of her in him,she saw the little
girl that was innocent and who had flinched at any
sort of touch.That girl that was just innocent
before what the Mafia had turned her into,
in the Mafia she was a savage
who showed no mercy to her victims at all.

But that was the past her,the now her was way different she was a monster hiding behind a
mask of a bunny.Though you couldn't exactly
call her a monster now can you anyone who had
just met her couldn't not unless they knew the mysteries that were behind those deep pools
of e/c. "Umm....Are you good?"The boy asked
concerningly as the woman realised she had
zoned out and made it seem like she was
staring him for too long,she felt like she had unintentionally mad him uncomfortable.

"Oh sorry and sorry about those two."She
pointed her thumb back to her two colleagues
"They're my work colleagues."She explained as
he only just nodded probably just to not make the situation awkward. "I'm L/n Y/n,you can call me
L/n-san."She put her hand out to the boy as
he shook it awkwardly. "And you would be?"
She quirked her eyebrow up at him,the woman
did wear her usually resting bitch face towards
the boy. She wore a more soften expression as
if he was some sort of puppy

"Nakajima....Atsushi."His tummy then started growling furiously as he hadn't eaten in
about a whole week "You seem hungry?Kunikida why don't we treat the kid?"She turned her
gaze back at the two as Kunikida finally stopped
his Dazai abuse "Will I be paying?"An irritated
irk appeared on his face. "Half and Half,deal?"
She stated "Deal."He wored and annoyed
expression on his face as he seriously didn't
want to slow down his precious schedule.
"What would you like to eat?"Dazai asked the boy
as seem to be a little tense. "Don't be shy it's on
me and Kunikida." The woman murmured
softly towards the boy, she then gently ruffled
his hair as a sign of comforting.

He couldn't help but relax into the touch while
Dazai outed at the affection that he thought
that only he should get.Even though the two
never even had a label on them at all and it they
did it would probably something like 'fuck buddies' or 'friends with benefits'. But the both would
always say they were just best friends.

"Tea on rice."The boy answered making the woman
laugh harmoniously but this laugh to Dazai was simply like music to his ears. He could never
get enough of it and would even admit it was
better than his suicide guide book. "A boy on the brink of death wants tea on rice. Now that's good isn't that right,Dazai?" She gazed at the
suicidal maniac. "Dazai?"The boy's curiosity
perked up a little, 'So that's the man's name?'
He thought "Yeah,that's my name.I am Dazai.
Dazai Osamu." The wind beginning to pick up
as it blew past the four of them.

In the woman's eyes she couldn't help but
analyse the man that she had so dearly loved.
It was no secret she loved Dazai to his truffle
curly tresses and bangs that framed his
porcelain face. The way the wind had flowed
through his hair too made her swoon over him.

In Dazai's eyes he couldn't get enough of the
woman that he knew ever since his first day in
the Mafia. He loved everything about her,how it
was easy for him to make her smile or laugh,the gestures they would share and the affection
she would only give to him. Her touch made
him feel loved, human even. But that wasn't all
that was great about her,he loved her features.
To the f/c gloved hands that were so slender
but yet so callous instead of him wanting her
to choke him to death even if it would be
so beautiful. The suicidal man would rather
have her hands petting his hair or in his also
callous and very bony ones. He also loved
getting lost in the pools of e/c that adorn as
her eyes, it was like going through a maze.
They were always filled with mystery and some
of it he didn't know despite how long they
have known each other. Then there was her
h/l and h/c hair that flowed so elegantly through
the wind like a little flowing stream you
would find in the forest. He loved how soft
it was when he was able to run his fingers
through it or rest his chin on top of her
head when she was busy with paper work
at the Agency.

They were both simply in love with each other but wouldn't admit. Silent Lovers that didn't
know that they were Silent Lovers at all.
If someone brought it up they both would laugh
awkwardly and just joke about it brushing it
off like it was nothing. Dazai always thought that
she didn't deserve him after all he though she
was holding onto an enigma of her past
which was him. Though the both have done as equally amount of bad as each other he
simply thought she deserved better than him.
Hence to why he would flirt with other women
but he would still flirt with her but that
gesture was different.

When it came to her it was more intimate between
them and even if it lead to sex which does
sometimes happen. He would still not try and
make their relationship a thing because he
wanted her to be loved by someone who he
had thought was better. But if that supposed
better hurt her he wouldn't hesitate to shoot
them over and over, she was the exception to
break the promise he had made to Oda.

Now with Y/n it was different for her, the woman thought the only one good for her was Dazai
no matter what. No one could change that at all
because that what love is you love someone
no matter their past or how they act.