#bsd tecchou

We have:

- Mr. Broke into a weather station because they got the weather wrong and follows a strict schedule every day

- Mr. Takes everything too literally (The first half of Beast was just his autism diagnosis /hj)

- Mr. Hyperfixates too hard to the point of forgetting everything around him and gets overstimulated easily (and matches Ranpo’s freak)

- Ranpo Edogawa

- Mr. Deadpans so hard that even Dazai can’t read him and is the most straightforward man you could ever meet

- Mr. Very specific weird food combos, an obsession with justice and also deadpans everything

SURPRISE ! .✦ ݁˖

ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa & tecchou suehiro.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: gender neutral reader. # wc, 2k total.

𑣲 osamu dazai

dazai can heavily exaggerate the amount of work he receives on the daily, saying that kunikida’s always loading him up with work, even though it’s only a report he has to write. which takes no longer than ten minutes.

and when he gets home to you, he’ll be complaining your ear off with the amount of work he had to do that day, and he always blows said amount, very out of proportion.

so for this one time only, since he works so ‘hard’, you’ll give him a surprise when he comes home. you haven’t been on a date in a while, so that fits too.

a romantic candle lit dinner, with rose petals scattered over the table and the napkins folded into hearts.

you’ll make something fancy with crab, since he loves that stuff, and buy an expensive bottle of sake.

he’ll definitely call you cheesy, and tease you on end about it.

but it’s worth it. even if his constant teasing can get extremely irritating if he goes on for too long.

so when he came home after his workday to the lights dimmed, table made in a way only the fanciest restaurants do it, and with you cooking in the kitchen. the first thing that comes out of his mouth, is nothing you didn’t expect.

‘ah, my dearest! is this all for me?’ he kicks his shoes off and pads over to you, and snakes his arms around your waist. even when you’re clearly busy with cooking.

‘it’s actually for my other boyfriend, leave before he sees you.’ you feel him slump against you, and he whines loudly. ‘don’t tease me like that, i had a suuuppperrr hard day.’ you can’t see him, but you hear the pout in his tone.

‘i’m being serious, go sit down at the table. dinner’s almost done.’ he begrudgingly goes to the table, he’d much rather be hugging you. but your orders are absolute, and he can’t take the torture of a kissing ban again, if he argues back.

he notices how much work you put into it all, and he can’t help but admire you for it.

𑣲 chuuya nakahara

chuuya’s workdays are often very long, and can be very stressful.

so he’s always glad when he finally gets to go home, to you.

he’s often too tired to do anything once he’s home, usually he’ll flop on the couch and not move for the next hour.

and dinner’s usually light and something quickly prepared. he wants you in his arms as fast as possible after such a day.

but it’s been a while since you’ve spent some good time together, and dates usually consist of dinners at some very lavish and fancy restaurant. so why not recreate such an atmosphere at home?

it’s comfortable, you can wear whatever you’d like without being judged by other visitors of the restaurant, and it’s just you and him. in the comfort of your own home.

you’ll make him his favorite meal, cork open a bottle of wine, talk about everything that’s relevant, and just spend some well needed time together.

you send him a text, asking him when he’ll be home for the night. which slightly surprises him, considering you always just wait and see when he shows up.

he tells you he’ll be home by around six, which is alot earlier than he typically gets done. but there’s no reason to complain, more time to spend with him afterall.

you’re almost done with dinner when you hear the door rattle, and hear chuuya yell an ‘i’m home’ from down the hallway.

when he comes in, he immediately notices the dinner table.

a small vase with three red roses, two candles on either side of the vase, two wine glasses for you both, and a bottle of wine in the ice bucket to keep it chilled next to the table.

and then he sees you. preparing his favorite dish in the kitchen.

‘welcome home, baby.’ you say, walking towards him and giving him a peck on his lips, and snaking your arms around his neck.

he kisses you back, and rests his gloved hands on your waist. ‘what’s this?’ he asks you, gesturing to the dinner table.

‘wanted to surprise you, do you like it?’ ‘i love it, thanks for doing this.’ your fingers absentmindedly play with the hairs at his nape. ‘don’t worry ‘bout it, thought you could use this after the week you had.’

he smiles and kisses you again, his hands rubbing up and down the curve of your waist. ‘c’mon, let’s eat. you must be starving.’ you take one of his hands and drag him to the table

𑣲 ryunosuke akutagawa

akutagawa never tells you about his workdays.

always shrugs you off whenever you ask, or gives some lame half assed four word sentence if you keep pushing.

but there’s a pattern. if he’s home late, he’s always far more irritable than usual.

and you always leave him be, because what else can you do. there’s no point in nagging him to tell you what’s wrong, he won’t tell you no matter how much you push.

so you’ve stopped trying to console him with words, but instead use actions to loosen him up a little.

bringing him tea and a couple figs, getting him a blanket when he’s reading on the couch, and carefully reach for his hand and intertwine it with yours, he stiffens at first but then he relaxes after a little while.

he still doesn’t tell you about how his day was, whether it be good or bad, since he doesn’t feel the need for you to know all those intricate details.

he prefers to keep his line of work away from you. it’s not necessary to know what awful things he does everyday.

there’s no need for him to tell you when his day’s been especially bad, you can tell by the small signs he gives off.

he always enters the living room with a very prominent scowl on his face, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and he flat out ignores your presence for a few minutes.

it’s basically routine by now. and it doesn’t bother you that much, but you want to help him in some way, but he almost always refuses your help if you’re direct about it.

it’s risky, and very direct. but you want him to surprise him with a little romantic dinner, simply at home, nothing big or fancy. just some candles and the fancy cutlery.

it could slide as just dinner, which he’s okay with. but with a little added twist.

you’re making his favorite meal, and preparing dessert when the food’s just doing it’s thing on the stove and you can leave it for a few moments.

akutagawa’s late, as expected. that’s why you started dinner later than you’d typically do.

the food is technically finished, putting the lid on the pan so the heat won’t escape, and you wait. wait for him to return home.

and after about a three minute wait, you hear the door open, and close shut with a thud. he mutters something under his breath, and appears from the hallway.

he stops in his tracks when he sees the table, then his eyes flicker to you.

‘what is this.’ he states, it doesn’t sound like a question at all. ‘dinner.’ you say. ‘i’m aware. but what’s this.’ he gestures to the table, specifically how it’s made. two candles and a single flower in a vase. such tiny additions and he immediately noticed them.

‘a dinner date. just the two of us, thought it’d be fun one time. do you not like it?’ you’re slightly upset at his reaction, but it’s just how he always is.

‘no. it’s fine, i just wasn’t expecting this. for me.’ you laugh softly at his words, and walk towards him where he’s standing in the middle of the living room.

you bump your shoulder against him, but he doesn’t move away. which he usually does when you get a little too close.

‘wanted to surprise you once, you’ve probably had a bad week. it’s the least i could do.’ you say with a smile.

he gives you the smallest smile known to mankind, but for him it’s a bright smile. which makes you happy.

‘..thank you.’ he says a moment later, almost incoherent.

𑣲 tecchou suehiro

tecchou’s a very hard working man, he is apart of the hunting dogs after all. and he takes great pride in what he does, but it can be so hard on him.

he’s constantly on the move, almost never with breaks since there’s no time for them.

he’s quite literally protecting all the people of japan against all kinds of things, terrorists, criminals, etc.

so there’s no room for error in his line of work. the country depends on them to do everything correctly, for their safety.

it takes a huge toll on his health, both mentally and physically. but the reward of it all mostly balances it out.

like almost all of the above, he also works very late hours. sometime he wouldn’t have even come home at all.

you both haven’t had any time to go out on a date, you’re also busy with your own stuff, and he’s primarily working. and when he does get home. he’s almost always straight off to sleep.

you can’t blame him though, with the hours he works it’s logical he’s completely exhausted to the bone.

it doesn’t bother you at all. he deserves to rest well, and all the time you can spend together is worth enough. even if it’s simply sitting on the couch watching tv, entangled in eachother’s embrace.

anything’s fine for you. as long as you’re together with him.

but you want to do something a little special for him tonight. he’s worked late hours for the entire week, and only today is he allowed to leave earlier than usual.

so the idea of surprising him with an at home dinner date would be perfect.

going out for dinner would be too much of a hassle, and an at home date is also perfect. doesn’t matter to either of you were you are, as long as you’re having fun together.

you’re going all out for tonight. making an array of his favorite dishes since he really deserves some good home cooked meals.

the table’s decorated all romantically, some rose petals scattered across the floor, a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table, a few candles here and there. the lights are dimmed to make the atmosphere cozier, soft jazz music playing in the background.

it’s almost like a restaurant, but cozier. and you can jump on the couch right after dinner.

tecchou comes home when you’re still very busy in the kitchen, watching all the different pots and pans and the oven all at once.

you don’t hear him walk up behind you, only do you notice him when there’s a hand on your back all of the sudden.

‘w-welcome home, love!’ you jumped a little at the sudden contact, making your voice waver. ‘thanks, what’s all this?’ he points to the mess you’ve made of the kitchen. ‘ignore the mess, i’ll clean it later. but it’s dinner. i wanted to surprise you with something special since you’ve been so busy this week and we haven’t spent much time together.’ ‘i see, thank you.’

he’s still in his hunting dog uniform, only without his hat and boots.

‘you go change, i’ll finish making the food and then we can eat.’ you kiss his cheek and nudge him to go change. ‘what should i wear?’ he asks you. you’re wearing a simple pair of clothing, only hidden by your apron.

‘anything you want, we’re at home. do whatever you want.’ he nods and trudges to your shared bedroom.

he’s happy you’re willing to do these kinds of things for him.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: mwah

TECCHOU AND JOUNO!!!!

holy shit he’s insane. he BLOCKED A SWORD WITH HIS OWN ARM TO KEEP JOUNO THERE AND SMILED WHILE BEING STABBED SIMPLY BECAUSE HE FOUND HIS PARTNER???? i can’t ever get over that besotted look in his eyes man and how he called out and jouno fought vampiric mind control to come back to him.