“You know,” he continues between bites, “the last time I heard you curse like that was during training. You were yelling at Akutagawa.”

“I always curse at Akutagawa,” he replies matter-of-factly. “You'll have to be more specific.”

To his surprise, Dazai's cheeks immediately flush. “Oh?” His visible eye brightens almost dreamily. “Do you? Ah...I wish I can always be there to hear you snarl at him~”

The image alone seems enough to delight him.

Devil on one shoulder, angel on another... Atsushi, this is quite the predicament~

Help! My Ex-Mafia Coworker Who I'm Secretly In Love With Caught the Flu and I'm the Only One Who Can Take Care of Him!

Dazai narrowed his eyes at the medicine, then turned his head away, pulling the covers up to his chin. “I don’t want that. It tastes yucky.” For a long moment, Atsushi just stood there and stared at his mentor. Twenty-two-year-old man. Former mafia executive with a list of crimes longer than a phonebook. Half of the fearsome, renowned Double Black team. Turning up his nose at medicine because it tasted “yucky.”

Atsushi doesn’t have much experience taking care of sick people. Dazai doesn’t have much experience being sick.

Seems they both will learn something new today.

shhh Atsushi is exactly where he wants to be