quicksand (Dazai X Reader)

carrie

The light illuminated the room, it felt colder than it was when I fell asleep, I reached my hand out trying to feel the warmth of another body but was met with the heavy void of no one's presence. I sat up quickly, making my head hurt and spin, ignoring the clear discomfort I rolled out of bed stumbling with the empty bottles decorating the floor and hitting my knee on the mattress. Mumbling curses I dragged myself out of the room.

"Osamu?" I said, my voice was raspy from the grogginess of waking up.

"Yes, love?" He answered by poking his head out of the kitchen, I let out a sigh of relief.

"You scared me, tonto" my voice sounded softer, my throat no longer choked by the tension and fear he might have done something stupid to himself.

"Sorry, but you wouldn't wake up, I tried literally everything, thought about pushing you out of bed but didn't want my ass kicked in the morning" he said as I made my way into the kitchen, he was making something by the stove but decided I was going to let him burn the apartment down, my eyelids feel heavy and were begging me to close them off.

"You slept like 14 hours, that's a lot. I think it's a fact that the more you bring her out the more it wears you down" He said, still giving his back to me and concentrating on whatever he was cooking.

"Maybe I should bring her out more, that way my body will get used to her and not shut down like this" I mumbled and he hummed in response. He turned around and placed a plate with a quesadilla on it and I smiled.

"Oh but we don't have-" I said but was cut off by Dazai putting a small jar in front of me.

"I stole some from your apartment" He said while taking a seat in front of me, he looks sleepy too.

"Who knew you were such a good-bad person" my words mocking his nice, yet criminal gesture, and put some of the home-made salsa that was in the jar on the quesadilla. He put some of it on his. Dazai can't handle spicy food but I noticed the more he hung out with me the more he appreciated the sweet pain of spicy food and salsas.

We ate in peace talking about meaningless things and got ready to go to work. I kept biting my lip, anxious about how the rest of the Agency members would react to yesterday's events, and how the information about it was handled. Dazai and I were walking towards the office hand in hand, I looked down at the bruises on my wrists, no longer pink or red, now a deep purple and yellow decorating the skin.

"It will be fine, they will act like nothing happened, if I am correct, which most of the time I am" Dazai told me reassuringly, as if I was worried about me, but I was worried about him, he was acting like nothing had happened and that could only mean he was pushing it away and it will bounce back, and I'll have to pick up the pieces of whatever breaks.

We entered the office walking on our tiptoes since we were late for work, as if we could sneak inside the room, but everyone faked not noticing us enter the building and take our respective seats in our own desks. Dazai's eyes and mine connected for a second in curiosity and confusion. Why has no one asked anything about what happened yesterday or why Kunikida didn't yell at us for being late.

"Can we just state the obvious?" Naomi was the one that surprisingly broke the forced silence.

Dazai and I were still staring at each other, our eyes wide as we expected the difficult questions to bomb us down.

"You got so many piercings, what is that all about?" Naomi said walking closer to Dazai and inspecting his face carefully, a youthful smile on her face.

"You look like a cow! That is very nice, I like it!" Kenji appeared behind Naomi, also looking at the new jewelry that adorned the handsome detective's face.