NIHILISM • bsd x male!reader

Act VII

"I MOST SINCERELY APOLOGISE!" Junichiro yelled out as he bowed to you and Atsushi.

You couldn't help but zone out their conversation. Instead, you focused in Dazai, who was grinning and nodding along. Slowly tapping him on the shoulder, you asked, "Dazai? Can I ask you a question?"

"Oh but you just did!" He smirked, then giggled, "Go on, what do you have to say?"

Taking in a deep breath, and ensuring you were calm, you replied, "Why can't I feel any emotions from you? I can feel people's emotions radiating off of them, no matter how complicated. Yet your's swirl together and are unable to be told apart."

The man looked at you in intrigue. "Maybe I'm just that special," he chuckles and patted your shoulder. It didn't feel like enough for you, but you couldn't say anything, for Dazai's attention had gone back to the group.

Dazai asked Atsushi, "What do you think we did? Let us make a game of it. Try and guess what we all were before, lad.",

Atsushi put his thumb to his chin, staring out into nowhere as he got lost in thought. "Um... Let's see..." He mumbled to himself.

"Tanizaki, were you and your sister students?" After a brief explanation, Dazai interrupted again, "Wow, then what about Kunikida?"

The blond man began twitching as he spoke, "Stop, even my former job-". However, he got cut off by Atsushi. "Hmm, a government official?"

"Ahh, pity. He was a maths teacher at his old school."

That comment alone drew your attention. Kunikida... A maths teacher? You almost felt bad for the kids he taught.

Meanwhile, Kunikida adjusted his glasses, "It's in the past, I don't want to remember it." Finally, you decided it was time to comment, "Well, you have my respect. Teaching a bunch of brats must be difficult," you mumbled as you patted him on the shoulder. He looked at you, and his eyes softened for a moment, before returning to their hard glare.

Then, Dazai pointed to himself, "How about me then?" He asked. "Dazai was..."

Kunikida told Atsushi to give up. However, the weretiger just began listing random jobs, in hopes of guessing correctly.

You couldn't help but analyse him yourself. A loose posture, bandages, dead eyes, matted hair. He was someone who didn't take care of himself properly, meaning it was a job that wore down his sense of self-worth. The bandages alluded to scars or injuries... Yet his clothes were of good quality despite the wear. Something self deprecating, but well paying...

Finally, you leaned closer to him. After all, you didn't know whether he wanted this public. Making sure Dazai, and only Dazai, could hear, you whispered the words "mafioso."

His eyes widened in a fake surprise, and a smirk grew on his face. "Oh? Little mister (Y/N) Turgenev has... Guessed correctly!"

Immediately, everyone's jaws dropped.

"I thought it was easy to tell from observing him..."

Dazai didn't reply, and just giggled. Finally, you were interrupted when Junichiro got a call.