Word count: 4674
Warnings: NSFW
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Fyodor's cheeks turn pink and he looked behind himself, down at his ass. A gasp left his lips and then he hastily brought his hands up to his head. "Y-You.." he turned back to the brunette, with one of the most accusing looks one could possibly give, face only getting warmer.
Dazai Osamu, five foot and eleven inches. Brown, fluffy hair. Nothing was particularly different about him except for the fact he had two white long bunny ears sticking out of his head, and a large white fluffy bunny tail resting comfortably on the small of his back. Was it an ability? Maybe not, because Dazai shouldn't be affected by it. Regardless.. it was contagious.
Fyodor had long white bunny ears on the top of his head, and a big white bunny tail to match. "You bastard-! You knew it was contagious!" Obviously, otherwise Dazai wouldn't have gotten it. "When Shibusawa finds me, he's gonna—"
"Ooo.." Dazai smirked. "Your dragon boyfriend, hm? I'm sure he can smell rabbit from miles and miles away." He snickered. Fyodor glared at him, to which Dazai only laughed and found amusing. "Oh, please. Don't be so dramatic. You have a cloak, right? Easy enough to hide, yes?" Dazai smiled.
"You know damn well he's going to be suspicious of the cloak. And what if he wants to shower together? What about when we sleep next to each other?" Fyodor's ears twitched. Dazai tilted his head as though Fyodor had asked the most peculiar thing.
"You're asking me these things as though they're my problem." He chimed. "Good luck, Fyodor." The brunette skips off. To where? If Fyodor had guessed, either to the Armed Detective Agency, or his boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara. Fyodor guessed he could at least sleep peacefully knowing Dazai wasn't safe from being railed mercilessly by his boyfriend because he was cute. Fyodor would have to suffer the same fate.
Swallowing thickly, he quietly sped walked back to his room, wanting to avoid Shibusawa at all cost. He managed to make it to his room safely. He didn't remember the walk from the living room to his room ever being so long, but hey, what could you do?
Fyodor knelt down in front of him dresser where he kept things like capes and cloaks. He couldn't find one that would properly cover his ears, though all covered his tails amicably. He walked to his closet, opening it and looking around inside. He picked out a black cloak that matched his outfit, and put the hood on, testing it. He looked at himself in the mirror and did a few three sixties before deciding that it worked good enough. There also lays the issue of.. when will this - this thing wear off?
There was a knock on his door and Fyodor jumped, clearing his throat and quickly collecting himself as he walked to the door and opened it. Shibusawa stood at the doorway. "Hello, Love, I was wondering if—" he paused, examining his cloak and frowned. "Are you feeling alright? Is it too cold? I can turn down the thermostat if you'd like." He gently cupped Fyodor's cheek. Before the Russian could go on, Shibusawa continued to speak. "You do feel a little warm.. are you sick?"
Fyodor gave his calm smile and shook his head. "No, I'm feeling quite alright, though I'm grateful you're asking." He smiled softly. " I just.. wanted to start wearing clothes I haven't really worn, so they're not being put to waste."
Shibusawa smiled. "I see."
"So.. what did you come in here for?" Fyodor tilted his head.
"Ah, it's just that I'm fairly sure there's a rodent scuttling about our fortress." Shibusawa hummed. Fyodor's heart stopped for a moment. That's right.. Tatsuhiko Shibusawa is a dragon. He obtains more traits from a dragon than one might think, including an amazing sense of smell. Oh dear.. can he smell that it's me..? "Have you seen anything? Im sure I smelled rabbit." Shibsuawa glanced around inside Fyodor's room.
