#ler!ango

For a few seconds, the two wrestled, Dazai immediately bursting into laughter as Ango came out on top and pulled him close, laying him across his lap. Shrieks escaped from the brunette as Ango held his wrists down to the picnic blanket with one hand while the other started to slowly tickle down his left forearm. It seems that Dazai underestimated Ango’s strength.

Ever so slowly, Ango reached Dazai’s elbow, grinning as Dazai’s laughter grew and his legs began to kick more frantically. The younger seemed to understand exactly where Ango was heading despite his fingertips swirling around the bony part of his elbow.

“Go for his armpits.” Oda had stated. “His armpits are very ticklish.”

“Nooohoho!! Ahahango!!” Dazai whined, giggling hysterically as Ango’s fingers slowly approached their destination. “Nohohot thehehere!!”

Ango grinned evilly. “Not there? How about here?”

Ango dropped a hand down onto Dazai’s tummy and started to squeeze. The scream that escaped was shrill but utterly glorious to hear. Laughing, Ango squeezed with a little more force, Dazai shrieking and squirming in a desperate attempt to escape.

“And here? Your ribs?~”

“Nooohohoho!!”

“How about your thighs?”

“NOOO!!”

“Hips?”

“NOOHOHO!! AHAHANGO!!”

“Are your feet ticklish? WHOA!! Okay, not there…how about your neck?”

The frantic laughter continued to crescendo and Dazai shook his head, laughing so hard he suddenly snorted. Ango couldn’t help but laugh as more snorts and squeals escaped the normally horrifying mafia executive.

“AHAHAHANGO!!” Dazai cried, snorting loudly once more. “PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“What? Does this tickle too much for you?” Ango taunted, going for the kill. “I thought mafia executives could handle anything, especially tickling.~”

“NOHOHO!! AHAHAHA! AHAHANGO IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!!” Dazai wailed.

Judging from the kicking feet, happy face and loud, contagious belly laughter, Dazai wasn’t going to die. He was fine and loving the attention. Without warning, Ango let go of Dazai’s wrists and shoved his hands up the brunette’s shirt, tickling up to his armpits.

Dazai all but screamed. It was a scream loud enough for the birds in the sakura trees to fly away in a squawking panic. Laughing along with the now flailing teen, Ango decided that Dazai had enough tickling for one day, he tried to remove his hands only to find that Dazai had them tightly clamped.

“Hey! I’m done, let my hands go!” Ango snickered, Dazai clamping his arms down tighter as Ango tried to pull away.

“STOHOHOP IT!!” Dazai begged, squealing as Ango yanked at his hands once more. “IHIHI’LL STOHOHOP BOTHERIHING YOU AHAHAA!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Dazai, I’m trying to remove my hands from your armpits! Let me go!! Ahaha!!” Ango wheezed, Dazai only laughing harder as he tried to pull his hands free.

Seeing that Dazai was not going to be able to let his hands go without a little assistance, Ango leaned close to Dazai’s ear and blew a puff of air into his ear canal. Dazai’s hands flew up to push Ango away and that was the opening he needed to free his trapped hands.

Pulling his hands free, Ango snorted as Dazai screamed and sighed with relief as his body stopped getting tickled. He rolled off of Ango’s thighs and landed on the opposite side of the picnic blanket, gasping for air and giving Ango a dirty look.

“So meeeeaaan!” Dazai complained, giving Ango one of the most childish pouts the man with glasses has ever seen.

“Oh stop being a baby.” Ango chastised, smiling playfully at Dazai. “You had that coming.”

Dazai whined once more but the playful argument died down when they heard footsteps approaching and saw Oda finally arriving nearly an hour and thirty minutes late.

“Well it’s about damn time you showed up, Mr. Plan everything and arrive late.” Ango teased, ignoring Oda’s eye roll.

“Sorry. The kids trapped me and forced me to wrestle them again. I had to go through ten rounds.” Oda said, grunting and landing on the ground as Dazai body slammed into him. “Whoa!!”

“ODASAKUUUUU!!” Dazai squealed, hugging the redhead. “What took you so damn long?! You could’ve saved me from Ango if you came earlier!!”

The man raised an eyebrow.

“I gave him a dose of your Port Mafia Style Torture.” Ango explained, Oda simply nodding.

“Without me, huh?” Oda scoffed, grabbing Dazai. “You tickled this little turd without me?”

Ango nodded. “Had to. He wouldn’t settle down.”

Oda ruffles Dazai’s messy brown hair, forcing laughter out of the younger before he turned to Ango and whispered something in Dazai’s ear.

“Let’s do it, Odasaku!” Dazai exclaimed, suddenly a little too close for Ango’s liking. “Hey Ango! Are you ticklish?”

“No.” Ango flatly stated, giving Dazai an annoyed glance. “Do I need to tickle you again?”

“He’s lying.” Oda said, a little too close on Ango’s opposite side. “I happen to know from experience that this man is almost as ticklish as you, Dazai. You just gotta get the right spot.~”

Panic swelled in Ango’s chest. Knowing how the two got when one egged the other on, this wasn’t going to go well. Nowhere to hide or run. The most he could do is scream and pray some bystander saved him.

“Odasaku, sick ‘em!!” Dazai cried, Oda obeying and launching himself onto the other.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Dazai was rather content on a lazy night at the bar.

The familiar atmosphere held a comfort only Lupin could provide, its dim lights and peaceful nights were to die for, truly. For Dazai, it felt much more relieving in the presence of two people.

He wrapped his arms around Odasaku’s torso, sat contently on his lap, who was busy talking on the phone with the restaurant owner about who-knows-what, nursing a Whiskey on the Rocks with his free hand.

Ango was making idle chat with the bartender two seats down, sipping his own tomato juice, as he stated that he wasn’t in the mood for alcohol that night. And Dazai found himself here, simply relaxing against his friend, feeling confident that this would simply be a slow night at the bar.

He snuggled in closer to Odasaku’s side, absentmindedly letting his forehead press against the man’s cheek, who in turn abandoned his drink to give Dazai a quick pat on the head, letting his hand rest there after a moment. Dazai let out a little sigh, tuning in to catch the tail end of Odasaku’s phone conversation.

“-If Katsumi does it again, let him know I’ll be coming home to dish out some Port Mafia Style Torture, okay? Bye then.”

…Hoh?

“Hmm?” Dazai tilted his head up to look at Odasaku, who looked down at him with a raised brow. “What is it?” he asked, pocketing his phone as Dazai sat up. “Port Mafia Styled Torture? I haven’t heard anything like that before. What do you mean by it?”

Distantly, he noticed the scrapping of Ango’s bar stool and his footsteps, and Odasaku glanced at the other, before letting out a hum. “Just a term I came up with for the kids.” he plainly explained, causing Dazai to huff. “Yeah, but what is it?” He pouted, clearly displaying curiosity.

“Ah, well,” Odasaku contemplated, tilting his head to the side for a moment before ultimately shrugging. “It’s better to show more than tell, I suppose.” Now it was Dazai’s turn to cock his head to the side, confusion flickering on his face. The sound of Ango aggressively sipping his drink behind them certainly wasn’t helping, though.

Then Odasaku held up wiggling fingers.

Dazai was beyond confused.

“What…are you doing? Why are you moving your hands like tHAT-”

He had no time to react, zero seconds to collect himself before those wiggling fingers descended on his sides like quick lightning, startling a shriek out of the teenager. It was a foreign feeling that shot through his body, causing him to sputter and teeter into frantic laughter.

“Whahahahahat the-Odahahaha!!!” Dazai squealed when Odasaku dug dexterous fingers into his ribs, causing the poor boy to buck and squirm in Odasaku’s lap, who wasn’t at all deterred by the sudden rowdiness of the younger. That didn’t stop him from commenting though.

“Huh, I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish.” He hummed, giving an experimental tweak higher up his ribs, and leaning forward a bit to accommodate Dazai’s jerk backwards. “I can work with this.”

“This is terrible.” Ango said from behind, and Dazai could barely twist around to start reaching for help, a smile tugging his lips in a way he never thought were possible. “Ahahahango!! Hehelp mehehehe- AHhhahAhahAhh!!” He practically spasmed with screechy laughter when Odasaku took the opportunity to scribble along his back, having not expected his own back to be as ticklish as his front.

“Nope, I’m fine right here. I do not trust that man.” Ango hummed from the complete other side of the bar, Dazai kicking wildly and yelping with laughter as Odasaku considered his options, as if this were some delicate procedure and not him just tickling his crazily squirming friend to utter pieces. “Ow Ango, I feel hurt.” He nonchalantly muttered.

And then he poked around his lower back.

It was almost as if Dazai turned into a track runner, it was just that funny.

The boy let out a straight up scream, aggressively kicking his legs as he started slapping Odasaku’s hands, which were tweaking at the dimples that he must have remembered were there. The other leaned back a bit as Ango raised a brow. “Ah, that must feel terrible. Rest in peace, Dazai, I’ll be sure to write your eulogy.” It’s not like it was terrible… he was just unprepared, dangit!

“I thought that was my job?” Odasaku questioned, digging a knuckle into the middle of his back, only to jolt at the loud snort Dazai let out. “Jesus, that startled me.” Ango scoffed in amusement, watching as Dazai’s feet would bang against the bar table.

He’s pretty sure he kicked something else, from the clattering noise that startled a flinch out of both Ango and Odasaku, causing the man’s merciless fingers to falter and dig into a bundle of nerves, and Dazai couldn’t help the full body spasm that overtook him. Seriously, how was he supposed to know what he kicked if he was laughing too much to even care!?

“Oooh…apologies for that, bartender-” Dazai’s hand came cracking down against the counter, his finger catching on something solid before that went crashing down too. “....And that.”

Dazai could hardly hear what the bartender was saying when Odasaku started experimentally wiggling fingers into his hips, his laughter taking on a whole new pitch as he struggled, laughter sputtering without filter from his mouth, slapping his hand repeatedly around the bar table.

“BAHAhahaHahAHar!! PleEhEhehase!!!” He pleaded senselessly, unsure just what it was he was pleading for. “Were you trying to call the bartender? God, you’re just calling for anyone now, huh?” Ango hummed with a casual raise of the eyebrow, which shouldn’t be so damn funny in the situation, but Dazai found himself laughing more anyways.

He’s certain he almost slid off of Odasaku’s lap if the man hadn’t been there to hold him up, tears of mirth pricking his eyes as he squirmed and squealed, trying everything he could to worm himself out of the man’s dangerously deft hands. A fruitless endeavor in the end, but the attempt was appreciated.

“You okay there, Dazai?” Odasaku apparently found it in himself to be worried by the tears he was deliberately causing to stream down Dazai’s face, who finally was able to turn onto his back again, head and torso dangling off from the stool with a beet-red face. He couldn’t help but think how terribly mean that was, and how giggly he felt just from the aspect that Odasaku cared enough to ask for a raincheck.

Somehow, he gave a half-assed nod, wheezing all the same.

“Now he just sounds like a pterodactyl.” Came the comments of his other, equally mean friend, who pre-ordered some water and was just sitting there waiting now, waiting for Dazai to give up and beg for it to stop. “Hmm, I think that adds onto the charm.” Odasaku casually commented, further embarrassing their precious friend, who was frantically shaking his head and whining, wheezing, laughing his heart out. God, he didn’t want to think it, but-

This was so, so fun.

“He sounds like he’s being murdered though, and I do not know how to feel about that.” Obviously that was a lie, from the way he was hiding a small smile behind his tomato juice glass, but Dazai could hardly muster the strength to call him out on it. Dazai, being tickled to shambles, took way longer than he thought to get enough breath in him to finally, finally plead mercy.

“AIHIHIHIR!! I NEHEHEED AIHIHIR-ODAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Odasaku took him seriously then, and the boy gasped in relief (and hidden disappointment) when he removed his hands, instead helping Dazai sit up properly. He adjusted him in his lap, asking again if the other was okay as Dazai greedily sucked in bucket-fulls of air, hardly noticing Ango approach with the glass of water.

Maybe it took Dazai an embarrassing few tries to actually grab the glass of water, Ango supporting it as he drank from it in relief. He let out a sigh, leaning back against Odasaku’s chest as Ango sat down, the bartender watching fondly from afar.

“Dazai?” Odasaku called again, making him realize how he had yet to answer the man’s question, frantically nodding his head in earnest. “‘M fine, ‘m fine.” He managed to mumble, letting his eyes slide shut as he took in all of what just happened.

It was unexpected, he was so unprepared. Those foreign tingles fried his brain in a way he couldn’t explain, but for some strange, strange reason…

He wanted Odasaku to do it again.

It was so fun, so unpredictable, so…not boring. It lit a fire in Dazai’s heart and the uncontrollable laughter left him feeling so light. He was practically boneless, the blush on his face felt so hot, yet he didn’t mind. He only found himself snuggling further into Oda’s gentle embrace, wishing to himself for the other to do it again. But at the same time, he was exhausted, he wanted a nap right about now, no more of that for him then.

“Well, now I’m just glad the Port Mafia’s enemies never thought of tickle torture to get the answers they wanted; we all would have been so screwed.” Dazai huffed at that, cheeks flushing for a whole other embarrassing reason now at Ango’s smartass comment.

“Oh fuck you, Ango.” He growled lightly only to quietly yelp and giggle feverishly at the tweak to his sides from Odasaku, practically melting on the spot. “Oi, no cussing at Ango. I’m not afraid to dish out some more of this for the next hour.”

Dazai hiccupped, mumbling ‘mercy mercy mercy’ and vigorously shaking his head. Thankfully Odasaku didn’t go through with his playful threat, instead letting his arms wrap around Dazai and settle comfortably.

“Finally, a knight and shining armor to save me from your insanity.” Ango rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh as he leaned his head against his palm. “Although, I suggest you get to cleaning up your mess as soon as possible. That would be appreciated.”

…Mess?

“Eh?” Dazai tilted his head, blinking his eyes open to look to the opposite side of them, almost shooting up in surprise at what he saw. Multiple bar stools had fallen to the ground, and Odasaku’s drink was miserably spilt over the bar counter, sitting there sadly.

An even brighter flush of embarrassment took over him, something he for once couldn’t seem to hide as he sulked heavily. “How did I do that..?” He muttered to himself briefly. “Don’t ask how; just get to cleaning already.” Ango pressed, downing the rest of his tomato juice.

“But Angooo!” Dazai complained, leaning heavily back against Odasaku, who bonked him lightly on the head. “Your mess, you clean it up.” He said, which caused Dazai to gap at him. “But you’re the one responsible for making me make this mess, Odasaku!” Odasaku hummed with a shrug. “You still did it, take responsibility. You're a mafioso for God’s sake, Dazai.” Ango huffed.

“Uuuugh, fine!” Dazai whined, sulking off Odasaku’s lap and begrudgingly setting to work on picking up the bar stools. He almost hissed at Odasaku chuckling behind him, but thought better of it, knowing that would lead him nowhere.

He didn’t complain as much as he usually did though, as for once, he wasn’t as opposed as he thought he’d be to cleaning up his mess. All he could really think about was when and how he could get that to happen again. You can’t really blame him.

This is a strange request. Ango was hesitant, not understanding why Dazai had asked him to do this. When he had gotten the message from Dazai requesting that he help Atsushi relieve some stress, it had surprised him. It would’ve been a pretty normal favor if not for what Dazai had asked him to do specifically. How was he supposed to approach this situation? Hey Atsushi, Dazai wants me to tickle you. Come here. Yeah, no. He has to make this happen somewhat naturally at least. Or, he was going to try. 

He sees Atsushi sitting down across the room, reading something. His brow is furrowed and he seems frustrated for some reason. Ango decides to just bite the bullet and approaches him.

“Hello, Atsushi,” He starts.

Atsushi had been reading something. Or trying to at least. He was sat on the sofa in Lucy’s ability room, criss cross with a book in his hands, but the words just seemed to muddle when he read them. He didn’t understand it one bit. He was broken out of said train of thought when he heard Ango’s voice in front of him. He tilted his head up to look at the olders face. 

‘Um.. hi Ango-san? Is everything okay?”

Ango paused, not sure how to lead into this. “Yes, of course. I was just coming in here to check on you. See how you’re doing. I heard you’ve been stressed lately. Is that true?” He asked, now only standing a foot or two away from him. Atsushi moved over a little to make room for Ango to sit, still sitting crisscrossed on the couch. 

“Ah.. A little, but it’s okay. I think anyone would be stressed out under these conditions.”

The were-tiger gave a half hearted smile, scratching the back of his neck. Ango sat down next to him, sensing the pain in his voice. “I could… help you. With your stress. If you’d like,” He says this cautiously. He wondered if Atsushi was even ticklish. He must have been, for Dazai to make this request. Plus, Atsushi seemed like the type.

“Oh?” Atsushi tilted his head softly, the stressed look being mostly replaced by a curious one. He set the book fully aside. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” He said, reaching out and pinching Atsushi's side a couple of times to test the waters. “Laughter is a pretty good method to relieve stress. Laughter releases endorphins, and that can help you feel lighter and less stressed.”

This caused atsushi’s eyes to widen a little as he gave a loud yelp. Immediately, he jumped up from his place on the sofa, scrambling to the other side of it. “A-any- other ideas-?”

Ango smiled a bit at the sudden reaction. He had barely touched him; he wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction. Maybe this was a good idea after all. “Are you ticklish, Atsushi?” Ango asked, already knowing the answer from the seconds beforehand, but wanting to hear it for himself.

“N-no I just- you just startled me- I- no-!” Atsushi internally kicked himself for stammering so much already. He could feel his face growing warmer as he held out his hands in a defensive way, making sure he was as far on the couch from Ango as possible. He was surprised, if we’re being honest. Ango didn’t seem like the. Tickler type, which he wasn’t, for the most part. Except when it came to certain people. With those few people, he most definitely was. 

“You’re not ticklish?” Ango asked. “Are you sure?” This interaction reminded him of how a lot of his conversations with Dazai would go. Dazai still, to this day, denies being ticklish, even though he’s been proven wrong many, many times before. Atsushi’s stuttering was funny though. He seemed to be getting a whole lot more flustered than some of the other people Ango had tickled before. Atsushi shook his head back and forth quite rapidly, still pushing himself back on the couch using his feet, before tumbling over the arm of the couch, which he was quick to recover from as he peered over the arm of the couch to look at Ango. “St-stay over there.”

Ango did not oblige to the request. He scooted even closer to the weretiger. This was going to work really well, wasn’t it. “You’re blushing,” Ango pointed out, knowing it would only probably fluster him more. He reached over and poked Atsushi in the stomach a few times.

"I'm nohot—!" Both Atsushi's hands flew to cover his mouth, his knees curling up defensively to his chest before scrambling backwards, now halfway across the floor away from the couch. His blush darkened.

"Was that a giggle? Perfect, more of that," Ango said, standing up to go after him. “It's okay Atsushi, just relax.” He kneels down next to Atsushi before he can get back up, and starts scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. Atsushi’s face is so red at this point, and Ango loves it. Both Atsushi's arms immediately come down, wrapping around his torso defensively, before alternating between trying to push him away and cover his stomach. He holds his breath, trying not to giggle out loud.          

Oh, he was trying not to laugh? That wasn't going to last long. Ango was able to masterfully evade Atsuhi’s arms, poking and squeezing around them, on his stomach and sides and wherever else he could reach. “Come on, laugh~”

His arms settled on defensively wrapping around his entire torso, kicking his feet a little. His nose scrunched up and he gave little squeaking noises. They melted Ango's heart. He was surprised at how cute this was. He was warming up to Dazai’s plan very quickly with these reactions. His hands slipped under Atsushi’s shirt, scratching at his lower stomach, causing the weretiger to give what sounded like a squeal. His hands scrambled against his shirt, trying to shove Ango's hands out of it. And out poured squeaky giggles. Atsushi's eyes squeezed shut. "St-stohop it!"

Ango’s smile grew even wider. “Awww,” He said. His fingers crawled over to Atsushi’s sides, lightly scribbling up and down. It was really easy to push his arms out of the way. It was almost like Atsushi was weakened by the tickles. Atsushi squeaked, pawing at Ango's hands like a cat. He twisted back and forth under the fingers of the other. "A-Ahango-san—!"

“Yes?” Ango said, not letting up. He used one hand to pin one of Atsushi’s arms above his head, wiggling his fingers under his arm. “What is it?”

"nO!" He squeaked, trying to grab onto Ango's wrist and push him away. He giggled brightly, his blonde hair becoming a mess against the floor as his head shook. His bright red face contrasted his light hair. "StohOp!"

“You're smiling so much though! Doesn't the laughter feel nice?” Ango said, pinning the other hand under his same one. “You seem to be having fun.” His fingers traveled to the other arm, and he trailed his fingers all the way down. Atsushi's laughter varied In pitches, smiling widely. His fangs showed from behind his lips. "I'm nohOt! St—" he was very rudely interrupted by a squeak "Stohop—!"

Ango paused for a second. “Do you really want me to stop?” Knowing that Atsushi probably enjoyed it, he wanted to keep going. But at the same time, wanted to make sure he wasn't overdoing it. Dazai was always way more resilient, so Atsushi breaking this easily was something he wasn't used to.

"Wh— i—" Atsushi looked a little shocked as his cheeks steadily grew red again. "O-of course I do—!" He spoke, not very convincingly. 

“Really?” Ango asked. The tone of Atsushi’s voice gave it all away. The stuttering and the blushiness? Both dead giveaways. He definitely enjoyed this. Ango began poking at his ribs., causing the younger to press his lips together, tightening his hands into fists, scrunching up his face and burying it in his arm. He squeaked and twitched at each poke. He nodded. 

"MHm—!" 

“You're so squeaky,” Ango pointed out. “I think you're one of the most ticklish people i've met.” He dug his fingers into Atsushi’s side right below his ribs, grinning. The weretiger gave a bright squeal, rolling over and managing to escape Ango had on him. He sat himself up, still giggling and holding his hands out again, defensively. "Dohon't—"

The bright smile he couldn't seem to shake as he hid behind his knees was quite the source of embarrassment for him.

“Come here Atsushi~” Ango called out in a teasy voice. “I'll be gentle,” He said, knowing how sensitive Atsushi was. He wouldn't go as hard as he usually does with Dazai. He wiggled his fingers in the younger boy’s direction. Atsushi giggled harder, backing away more.  He peered over his knees at Ango and shook his head. "Nohoooo—"

Ango suddenly grabbed one of Atsushi’s legs, pulling the weretiger over in his direction. He scribbled his fingers over Atsushi’s foot, holding on tight to his ankle. Atsushi’s eyes went wide. He clawed at the ground in front of him with a shriek. "NOHOhO—!"

“Tickle tickle~” Ango grinned, knowing that saying that usually flustered anybody who he tickled. He studied Atsushi’s reactions to every different little spot, taking mental notes of which things seemed to tickle him the most.

He dragged a finger up and down Atsushi’s leg and spidered his fingers behind Atsushi’s knee. Atsushi gave shrieky giggles at this, pawing uselessly at the ground as if trying to crawl away from his tormentor. His lower half was much worse compared to his upper. 

"PlehEase—!"

Ango noticed how much bigger of a reaction he was getting. He dragged him closer before sitting on his thighs and lightly tickling the backs of Atsushi’s knees. He drags his fingers up and down his legs, smiling the whole time. Atsushi’s laughter was so contagious. It was so bright and fun, and he found himself wanting to hear more and more.

Atsushi yelped as he was pulled closer, burying his face in an arm pillow he'd made for himself. His feet kicked up and down. He tried to giggle out something along the lines of "Ango-san stop!" Or maybe an "it tickles—!" But found himself lost in the laughter.

“Trying to say something?” It all just sounded like laughter with a confused jumble of sounds to Ango. It was kind of adorable, really. He spun around and poked at Atsushi’s sides before digging his fingers into under his arms. Poor Atsushi was just too ticklish for his own good.

Atsushi’s arms shot down immediately, clinging to his side

"StOhoP ihiT—! NoHo mohoRe—!" 

His gloved hand came down three times to signal tapping out. 

"I'm behetter I prOhomIse—!"

Ango let up quickly, not wanting to kill him. He got up off of the poor boy and let him catch his breath. Atsushi was a mess. His face was bright red, his hair was all tangled, and he was out of breath.

“Are you alright?” Ango said, smiling at the wide smile plastered across Atsushi’s face.

Atsushi still giggled softly as he clumsily sat up, curling up into a ball. He nodded. “Wh-whahat was that for?”

“Well, you feel better, don’t you? That was the whole point.” It was to begin with, anyway. Ango ended up having a bit more fun than he had expected to have. At some point it had switched from a task he was doing out of kindness to Dazai, to something where he was just genuinely trying to make Atsushi laugh and have fun.

"Hmm.." he smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess I do. Thank you."

Ango smiled fondly, standing up and ruffling Atsushi’s hair. "Glad I could help. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."