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                ↳ Unprompted.

               ‘ Onii - san ... onii - san ! ‘

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━   It’s almost innocent, almost pure as the child wandered through the warehouse. By pure chance; just by PURE CHANCE had they been sent out on a mission the very DAY the weretiger had been lurking about. Or perhaps the weretiger’s presence was planned ? Maybe this had been for some bigger scheme ? Who knows ? Who cared ? THEY certainly did not. All they cared about was HIM.

HMPH. He was tempted to scoff and remark on either how stupid it was to think he was really “worried”, or on how dense the weretiger was to not realise he had spoken in sarcasm (regardless of how the jinko’s words were meant, or if they had merely been said in token, which was likely true).

But in the end he did neither, instead simply lifting a hand to his mouth to stifle a light cough, and then letting his dark eyes rove over the map in the other’s possession. So that was the problem? They were lost?

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Unprompted—Always Accepting!!

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Oh, the satisfaction of having a plan flawlessly fall into place. A strong team the weretiger and hellhound made, and Dazai would dare say they were stronger together than the original Double Black. Dazai had wanted the two to get together from the start, and while he meant it more like friends or partners in crime, romantically works too. With that thought in mind, Osamu smirked in a rather satisfied manner as Atsushi made his way over to the dark mafioso and pressed his lips against his.

Akutagawa, on the other hand, was less prepared. Silver eyes widened in surprise when the weretiger promptly met his lips with the hellhound’s. Ryunosuke didn’t quite know how to react, and that was evident on his surprised expression. However, as soon as it occurred to him what was happening, his pale hand placed itself on the weretiger’s hip, his other hand resting behind his head as he kept him close.

The kiss ended too soon. 

Atsushi pulled away and made that request—if he could even call it that—, leaving Ryunosuke with only the lingering taste of the weretiger’s lips on his as the white haired male walked away. 

“Tsk... Of course I won’t die, weretiger,” the mafioso responded, but it lacked its usual venom. I’ll come back, if only to taste your lips once more.