quicksand (Dazai X Reader)

war

It has been three days since I talked to both men alone.

I had to talk to the President about the Chuuya situation, and I told him everything, except the clandestine motel meeting, and to be fair that was not planned. All charges had been lifted about my suspicions of conspiring against the Agency, verdict was: I am just a woman.

And now we all have been shown pictures of the mafia members known by the Agency so you don't casually befriend him, like yours truly.

Dazai talked to the President the same morning I kicked him out of my apartment, I didn't come to work that day either. This place needs to be more strict with me to be honest.

Speaking of the Devil, I am not.

We are not talking to each other, we are both stubborn. We talk to each other only when it's necessary or work related. That being said, it's not awkward, but there is an underlying tension between us. We keep glancing at each other all the time.

"It's so uncomfortable, please just talk again, I feel like a child of divorce" Atsushi said to me while we were eating down at the café.

"He can come talk to me if he wants to talk." I said, wearing my pride like a crown.

"Ughhh... that's exactly what he says" Atsushi said slamming his head on the table out of frustration.

"You two are being childish, if you have issues why don't you just fight each other, and whoever wins is the dominant one, or you can have sex, I hear that works too." Kyoka added with a deadpan face.

"Where the hell did you learn that? Who told you that I want names" I asked her with horror in face. She just kept eating her parfait.

The door opened revealing the handsome devil himself, he looked at me and I looked at him. He took a seat in front of me, beside Atsushi, Kyoka was sitting on my side.

And we just kept quiet, casually looking at each other, but minding our own business, him drinking his coffee, me eating my sandwich. We also noticed the awkward glances going on between Atsushi and Kyoka, Dazai and I were laughing internally.

"Please, I can't take this anymore, just talk to each other, even if it's weird stuff, I'll rather have that!" Atsushi said, raising his voice and pulling his hair.

"I don't know what you are talking about Atsushi-kun" Dazai said, faking innocence.

"Yeah, if he has anything to say to me he can tell me" I said while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Nope, nothing on this end, what about yours?" Dazai said, taking a bite off my sandwich.

"Not really, see you later" I said, taking my things and heading towards the door.

"Oh I see what you mean, this is weird" Kyoka said to Atsushi.

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I returned to the office and noticed a weird atmosphere.

"You are needed in the President's office" Kunikida told me with a serious tone, I signaled my sword, and he lifted his arms forming an x. So I guess nothing dangerous is going on.

So I went in and there was a blond tall man mispronouncing the President's name.

"It's Fukuzawa, it's not hard, gringo." I said walking towards the President's side. The white man gave me a sly smile.

"Ah, our translator is finally here. Scott Fittzgerald, a pleasure." He extended his hand to me, I looked at it suspiciously and was not going to take it but the president elbowed me.