#tetchou x reader

꒰ osamu dazai ꒱

you’ve faced armed criminals.

explosions. interrogations. death.

but this?

this is worse.

“…it’s just a blood test,” you say, voice tight as you stare at literally anywhere except the tray.

dazai hums beside you. “ah, yes. the most terrifying opponent of all, medical equipment.”

“don’t joke,” you mutter, gripping your sleeve.

you will be fine.

you’re fine.

you’re...

the nurse pulls out the needle.

you’re not fine.

your brain short circuits instantly.

nope.

no.

absolutely not.

“i forgot something,” you say abruptly, already backing toward the door.

dazai doesn’t even look up. “you forgot your will to live?”

“i forgot i have somewhere else to be-”

you turn

and immediately walk straight into dazai’s chest.

a bandaged arm wraps loosely around your waist.

“running away?” he murmurs, far too amused.

“i’m not running, i’m strategically retreating.”

“mm. of course.”

you try to step away.

your knees wobble.

bad sign.

very bad sign.

“…belladonna,” dazai’s tone shifts slightly, softer, “you’re swaying.”

“i’m not-”

the room tilts.

oh.

oh no.

your grip tightens on his sleeve. “i don’t feel-”

dazai moves fast.

one arm steadies you, the other gently tilting your head away from the tray. “don’t look,” he murmurs.

“i wasn’t going to-”

“you were absolutely going to.”

“…okay, i was.”

he sighs softly, guiding you to sit.

“may i?” he asks quietly, fingers brushing your wrist.

you nod weakly.

he intertwines your fingers with his, grounding, steady.

“listen to me instead,” he says. “ignore everything else.”

your breathing is uneven.

fast.

“you’re safe,” he continues, voice low and calm. “it will be over before you realize it.”

“…liar.”

“perhaps,” he hums. “but i’m holding your hand, so that makes me a trustworthy liar.”

you huff a shaky laugh.

your vision flickers again.

dazai squeezes your hand lightly. “stay with me.”

“i hate this,” you mumble.

“i know.”

his thumb brushes your knuckles, slow and rhythmic.

“focus on that,” he murmurs. “not the needle. not the room. just this.”

you cling to his hand like it’s the only thing keeping you here.

and honestly?

it kind of is.

“…it’s done,” the nurse says a moment later.

you blink.

“…that’s it?”

dazai smiles faintly. “see? you survived. how disappointing.”

“…shut up.”

but you don’t let go of his hand.

and he doesn’t pull away.

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

chuuya knows something’s off immediately.

you’re too stiff.

too quiet.

“…you good?” he asks, eyeing you.

“fine,” you say quickly. too quickly.

he narrows his eyes. “you don’t look fine.”

“i am fine.”

the nurse walks in.

you stop breathing.

chuuya follows your gaze.

sees the needle.

oh.

“…you’re scared of those?” he asks, softer now.

“no,” you lie.

immediately.

terribly.

he snorts. “you’re a liar.”

“shut up.”

the nurse preps everything.

you’re already halfway to the door.

“nope. no. i’m leaving.”

a hand grabs your wrist, not rough, but firm.

“hey,” chuuya says, pulling you back gently. “c’mon. you’ve taken down guys twice your size, and this is what gets you?”

“yes.”

“…fair.”

you try to pull away again.

your vision swims.

“…oh, hell,” chuuya mutters, catching you as you stumble.

“don’t let them near me,” you mumble weakly, clutching his coat.

“i won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” he says, voice suddenly much softer.

he sits you down, crouching in front of you.

“look at me.”

you do.

reluctantly.

his hands come up, hovering near your face. “can i?”

you nod.

he cups your cheeks lightly, forcing your focus onto him.

“stay with me,” he says. “don’t look anywhere else. just me.”

“…you’re bossy.”

“yeah, well, it’s working.”

you huff weakly.

his thumbs brush under your eyes, grounding.

“you’re okay,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”

you barely feel the needle.

because you’re too focused on the warmth of his hands and the steady way he’s looking at you like you’re something fragile, something worth protecting.

“…done,” the nurse says.

you blink.

“…seriously?”

chuuya smirks. “told ya.”

“…i hate you.”

“yeah, yeah.”

but he doesn’t move his hands right away.

just in case you still need him.

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

jouno knows before you even enter the room.

your heartbeat is erratic.

your breathing uneven.

“…how interesting,” he muses.

“don’t start,” you warn.

“you’re afraid.”

“i’m not.”

“you are.”

“…i hate you.”

“noted.”

you sit down stiffly.

determined.

you will not embarrass yourself.

the nurse brings out the needle.

your entire body locks.

jouno tilts his head slightly, listening.

“…your pulse just spiked.”

“shut up.”

you stand abruptly.

“i’m leaving.”

you make it exactly two steps before your vision goes white.

“ah,” jouno says calmly, catching you with surprising ease. “there it is.”

“i’m fine,” you mumble.

“you are about to faint.”

“i am not—”

you sway.

“…how inconvenient,” he sighs, guiding you back down.

his hand rests lightly on your shoulder.

“stay seated.”

“that was my plan.”

“you were walking toward the exit.”

“…that was also my plan.”

jouno hums.

then, unexpectedly, his fingers find your hand.

“…hold still.”

you blink. “…you’re holding my hand?”

“would you prefer to pass out?”

“…no.”

“then be quiet.”

his grip is firm.

grounding.

not overly gentle, but steady in a way that keeps you anchored.

“focus on my voice,” he instructs. “not the procedure.”

“you’re bossy too.”

“yes.”

you huff.

but you listen.

because his voice is clear. controlled. easy to follow.

“…you’re doing well,” he adds after a moment.

you blink.

“…i am?”

“yes.”

“…don’t sound so surprised.”

“i am always surprised.”

you snort weakly.

“…done,” the nurse says.

you freeze.

“…already?”

jouno releases your hand. “yes.”

then, quieter

“…you didn’t faint.”

“…barely.”

“still counts.”

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

you’re pacing.

that’s never a good sign.

tetcho watches silently.

“…you are distressed,” he states.

“i am not.”

“you are pacing in a straight line repeatedly.”

“…it helps me think.”

“what are you thinking about?”

“…running.”

“i see.”

the nurse calls you in.

you stop moving.

completely.

“…i don’t want to go in there,” you admit quietly.

tetcho considers this.

then nods.

“that is understandable.”

you blink. “…you’re not going to force me?”

“no.”

“…oh.”

pause.

“…but you still need the test,” he adds.

“…oh.”

you sigh.

defeated.

you walk in.

sit down.

regret everything.

the needle appears.

you immediately stand back up.

“nope.”

tetcho gently takes your shoulders. “sit.”

“i don’t want to.”

“i know.”

“…you’re not helping.”

he tilts his head.

then, without warning, he takes your hand.

you freeze.

“…what are you doing?”

“providing support.”

“…this is support?”

“yes.”

his grip is warm.

steady.

unmoving.

you glance at him.

he’s completely serious.

that somehow makes it easier.

“…don’t let go,” you mutter.

“i will not.”

you sit back down.

your grip tightens.

you squeeze his hand hard, very hard.

he doesn’t react.

doesn’t even flinch.

“…you are strong,” he comments.

“sorry.”

“it is acceptable.”

you barely notice the needle.

because you’re too focused on not crushing his hand.

“…it’s done,” the nurse says.

you blink.

“…oh.”

tetcho nods. “you did well.”

“…thanks.”

you don’t let go right away.

and neither does he.

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— TETCHOU SUEHIRO๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL!!"

you're sudden battle cry caused your boyfriend to look behind his shoulder only to see you run at him at full speed.

if this was any normal enemy, he would slice them in an instant—however his mind blanked seeing you charge at him.

in a haze he just stood there and held his hands up, keeping you from hugging him.

hands grabbing onto each other, fingers interlocked.

"gravy on a stick, i forgot how strong you are!" you squeaked as you felt your socked feet only drag across the polished floors.

in one silent movement tetchou suddenly untightened his grip on your hands causing you to push yourself forward—

you screamed as you felt gravity take it's toil on you, only to be caught in the arms of your boyfriend.

"good morning to you too, princess."

you sighed, head dramatically tossed back over his bicep.

"you passed the test—now carry me to the couch i need a minute."

— TERUKO ŌKURA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

"THINK FAST IM A—"

"YOU FOOL!!"

you screamed as tackled you down to the ground before you could even get close to her.

you fought on the floor like a pair of wild cats, until she eventually pinned you down on your stomach and sat on your back.

"VICTORY IS MINE!!"

you lay your cheek on the carpet under you, trying to get a look at your girlfriend.

"did you even hear what i said?"

teruko gave you a playful, yet somehwat confused look.

"you sprint at me and expect me not to retaliate?"

"no, i expect you to treat me like a random girl! someone you've never met before!"

you scrunched her nose at you, "then what are you complaining for, id so this to anyone who runs at me in a full sprint."

ah, well shes not entirely wrong about that.

"i—well, damn."

"now tell me im the best girlfriend in the world and ill think about letting you back up," she winks

— TACHIHARA MICHIZÓ๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"

your already hugging him as you shout out the line, catching him somewhat off guard.

he panics as you grab at his face and attempt to kiss him, however he pushes you back.

"FUCK NO." he shouts with a playful smile on his face, watching you stand to your feet again and retaliate your "attack".

he ends up running, whilst your chasing him around the room until your playing ring-a-round a rosie around the couch.

all while he's screaming at you to "fuck off!" or "i have a girlfriend—you mad ugly!!"

honestly you were laughing so hard, you just collapsed to the cushions of the couch as he leaned against the back of it.

both of you catching your breath, "you—are so damn weird."

you lean your head back on the back of the couch and stick your tongue out playfully at your boyfriend—

"you love me,"

he closes his eyes and sighs happily, leaning over and kissing your forehead.

"damn straight, sugar~"

END NOTES. maybe I'll think of smth dumb and funny for fukuchi, but for now im sorry (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥)

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Deaf ballerina darling

Dazai Osamu

🤎​Dazai has always had a tendeny to be a bit more theatrical and all that intensifies when he is around you. As you cannot hear or at least can hardly hear, Dazai develops a tendency to express his own emotions through excessive and exaggerated use of facial expressions and body language. If he at the very least would shut up about it, Kunikida would be somewhat content. For some reason Dazai continues talking though even though you are deaf, each word slow and dragged out so that you have a chance of reading his lips. That being said, Dazai does love sneaking up on you and hovering behind you without you noticing him for a while. It makes stalking a whole lot easier as he only has to stay out of your line of vision to avoid getting caught as you tend to not even hear him when you walk through more isolated parts of the town and he is the only one around. And how could he deny his belladonna her passion of dancing? As possessive as he can get, Dazai doesn't hold you back from practicing ballet. Instead he's surprisingly supportive as he even helps you practicing in his own messy apartment. However, he can get somewhat jealous at times when he realises others gawking at you during your performances.

Mori Ougai

🍷​Your disability is far more endearing to the mafioso than it should be precisely because it gives Mori an advantage he loves to use against you. It is very amusing how he is able to take calls about bloody business and have them in your presence, talking quick on purpose so you are only able to catch fragments of the conversation which often lead you to doubt your own abilities to read lips due to some words you believe you catch. Whenever you ask him about it afterwards, he merely signals you that you must have misread him. He plays that game for quite a while until he decides to end it as he would like to claim you permanently for himself now, writing you a letter detailing his true profession as well as his plans for the future which include you. It's so adorable watching the terror slowly wash over you as you reas through everything. However, he is very adamant that you continue your little performances though now with only him and Elise as your only audience. After all he has ordered such lovely outfits for you and he would love nothing more than see you dance for him in every single one of them. If you choose to act difficult he loves to confuse you by uttering threats you cannot make out, only enhancing your unease.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠​Dear God, Chuuya can certainly be a bit too much at times. He already has a terrible overprotective streak going on but obviously with you being unable to hear, this only becomes much worse. Somehow you have a feeling that he seems to confuse your deafness with a full inability to live a normal life which is more insulting than soothing as he treats you as if you would shatter like porcelain otherwise. You don't like how he always insists on accompanying you or how you always have to communicate with him by sending him messages when he is busy with his job. It feels like you're being treated like a child when in reality you are still capable of leading a normal life even with your disability. You have this type of conversation often with Chuuya and he always apologises and pampers you with gifts only to repeat the same behavior soon after as if unable to act differently. The only time where you feel like he is actually letting you have some autonomy is when you are doing ballet. Just for those moments it feels like Chuuya is actually being able to recognise that you can do things like everyone else can despite your deafness. Your performances are so utterly enamoring and he definitely asks you in private if you could perform for only him.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🍎​In his own worldview your deafness may as well be considered a reason why you are less tainted than most other people. You can hear no evil which gives you a certain pureness others simply do not have. However, it also makes you more vulnerable which thrills Fyodor almost in his sadistic ways. Obviously he has to lock you away and hide you to prevent you from being tainted by sin still as it seems to be human nature to do so yet his isolation doesn't mean safety. Not when he feels the need to torment you to keep you from ever turning into the very evil he has to cleanse the world of. However, his terrifyingly gentle behavior whilst inflicting such pain upon you is its own kind of terror. He speaks slow and even patiently repeats himself, giving you a chance to read his lips. He learns sign language or simply grabs your hand to draw letters on your palm with his cold fingers. He needs you to understand his words after all. Your skills in ballet captivate him though and soon you are forced to dance for him for hours on end. Ballet is a beautiful form of art after all and if you are too occupied with ballet, you cannot have sinful thoughts. So perform for him whilst he guides your movements with his cello until you nearly collapse.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️​One more joke from Teruko's side about how the two of you are indeed two lacking peas in a pod and Jouno is going to forget that she is his Vice-Captain. However, even he cannot deny the irony of being blind himself and falling in love with you who happens to be deaf. He has never been forced to adjust quite as much before as with you being deaf come new challenges. He certainly doesn't mind scaring you at times but as he has been trained to always approach quietly, you always get startled when he appears seemingly out of nowhere which leads him to have to announce his presence somehow by stomping so that you can sense the vibrations. He has to speak slowly and even repeat himself so that you can read his lips which requires patience he never had to use before as people normally immediately follow his commands. The sense of touch and body language becomes much more important as he can't see and you can't hear. Personally he doesn't mind most of the times to allow you to continue to perform ballet though he can get certainly bitter at times. Whenever Teruko praises your performances or Tetchou talks about your skills, Jouno feels disgustingly close to jealous because he cannot see.

Suehiro Tetchou

🌸​Tetchou truly only means well but he tends to give you the impression that he thinks of you as more incapable due to you being deaf. His own teammate is blind yet when you bring that up to him, he brushes it off. Jouno is different after all. He isn't you. You're lovable and soft. It's this mindset which leads him to be much more protective of you as a result and he may not even realise initially how his behavior makes you feel like you are less. Your one big advantage is that you can openly communicate with Tetchou about most things which includes his behavior, leading him to apologise and promise to try to be less overbearing. Due to your inability to hear sounds, Tetchou begins to get louder somewhat. He stomps on the ground so that you can notice him when he walks towards you and he begins to idly trace letters on your arms or your back with his fingers as a form of communication. Your hobby to perform ballet is one he supports as he may even try to use his influence to score you main roles in plays you audition for though he doesn't tell you this. He can only pray that he can make time in his schedule for your performances too. Otherwise he is going to sulk for quite a while after which you can only soothe by performing for him.

Nikolai Gogol

🕊️​Gosh, aren't you just sweet enough to eat up? Quite obviously someone as performative as Nikolai would find your deafness very cute. His whole personality relies on performances and quizzes though he considers himself caring enough to modify his games so you too won't miss out on the fun he provides you with. Sure, this may include spelling things out in big bloody letters but it would be much more cruel of him to leave you out of his fun, wouldn't it? His theatrical antics are multiplied as he really wants to convey his messages to you which in return only turn out more gruesome and bloody as a result as the horror of sound is taken away from you which leads him to amp up the horror he can make you fell through your remaining senses. Though he supposes that it is fun that he can just sneak up on you and frighten you every single time either by pressing a harmless kiss on your cheek or suddenly holding you at knife point. Both is fun. However, never accuse him of not supporting your passion of ballet. Look! He even prepares entire stages for you! He even gathers co-stars though the only true star is going to be you by the end of every performance. After all you will be the only one still alive by the end of the stage play.

Sigma

— naturally, this is immediately followed by a barrage of complaints loud enough to shake the walls. your intelligence, your foresight, your self-preservation instincts - nothing escapes criticism.

— afterward, a pair of gloves is aggressively shoved into your face with considerably more force than necessary. and watching you giggle will only add fuel to the fire.

— do keep in mind that this is blatant favoritism, though. if anyone else attempted something similar, they would likely find themselves staring down the barrel of his gun instead. the fact he merely complains and begrudgingly plays along speaks volumes.

— on a more serious note, i would not recommend trying this very often. jouno's senses are absurdly sensitive, and having an unexpectedly cold hand pressed against his skin is. . not very pleasant. you're fortunate both his patience and endurance happen to be higher when it comes to you.

— there are generally 2 possible outcomes: the first is that he allows you to proceed uninterrupted, only to wear the most bewildered expression imaginable once your icy hand meets his cheek. tetcho simply freezes in place, looking as if his brain has momentarily stopped processing information.

— the second outcome involves a sword suddenly appearing at your throat due to pure muscle memory.

— assuming you manage to achieve the first outcome, tetcho doesn't immediately pull away. instead, he pauses for several seconds before calmly asking why you felt compelled to do such a thing while reaching up to remove your hand from his face.

— if your explanation is something along the lines of "my hands were cold" or "i couldn't find my gloves". . .

— . . . then prepare to become the dumbfounded one - without hesitation, he removes his own gloves and hands them over.

— for a brief moment, you almost feel guilty. almost. tetcho is simply far too literal for his own good.

— another one who would willingly allow you to get away with this little trick. tachihara simply pretends not to notice your approach, waiting until the sharp and rather unpleasant bite of cold finally reaches his cheek.

— the moment contact is made, he immediately winces and recoils, grabbing your wrist just long enough to pull your hand away from his face.

— the complaints and winces that follow are admittedly excessive for someone possessing the inhuman durability of a hunting dog. one would think he'd suffered a far greater injury than a freezing palm against the cheek.

— despite all the wailing, however, the two of you inevitably end up laughing by the end of it.

— because none of his dramatics are truly genuine. not really. tachihara simply enjoys playing along with your antics if it means seeing that smile on your face.

— a little harmless laughter never hurt anyone, yeah ?

— as someone who treats practically everything as a competition, teruko notices your plan immediately.

— before you can even execute it, she has already launched you several feet away with her absurd strength while laughing the entire time.

— strangely enough, this creates the perfect opportunity - because while she's busy celebrating her victory, you can still rush forward and slap your freezing hand against any exposed skin you can reach.

— like tachihara, she recoils immediately. unlike tachihara, she reacts with far more volume.

— expect aggressive complaints, exaggerated threats, and at least 3 accusations that you are the worst person she has ever met - though none of which are entirely genuine, of course.

— good new is that despite all appearances, teruko finds the entire situation hilarious. bad new is that this also means she will absolutely steal the idea for herself.

— within the following week, she will ambush you with equally freezing hands before proudly declaring that she has successfully taken revenge.

you get a little conflicted about which movie you would choose, akutagawa notices this and suggests a random Christmas movie in which you hastily agree to choose and start playing it.

he doesn’t even know what the movie even is, he just overheard his coworkers talking about it T^T..

you both started watching the movie with your arms intertwined and a blanket on the both of you as you lean onto akutagawa’s shoulders, the snacks laid out on the coffee table in front.

you tilt your head up slightly to see akutagawa watching the movie with a blank expression, you know that stupidly cute doe-eye face he makes in bsd wan? he’s making that one.

you tried to fight the urge to ask him if he’s enjoying the movie or not, you let the question slip unfortunately and you’re replied by a strangely flustered akutagawa protesting he enjoys it, picking one popcorn and eats it

“are you…enjoying the movie ryu?” “I AM.”

he was caught off guard when you giggled and squeezed his arm once more and leaned back on his shoulder, the movie catching your attention again. he bites back a sigh and rests his head on yours.

when the movie is over—and his snarky comments—the credits starts rolling out in the screen; signaling you to get up, akutagawa is strangely quick to gently pull your arm back with a silent wait. you look surprised, mouth and eyes go slightly agape, he is also himself but doesn’t show it physically.

the small gesture was unusual for akutagawa. you’d think he isn’t fond of physical touch, maybe from others, but you’re not them. the thought is probably the reason why he likes your cozy touch so much, giving him the relaxation he never quite had since forever.

the words i love you flew out of his lips before he can stop it, he hates how his voice almost cracked. there was slight vulnerability in his voice if it was silent enough. his eyes that were once firm soften only-so-slightly, he bite the back-inside of his cheek on habit. the way your smile and eyes softening gets him every time.

“I love you too, ryunosuke”

DAZAI OSAMU + PLAYING IN THE SNOW

you firstly wanted to spend more time with you boyfriend, it’s the winter time so what’s more better than messing around with him in the snow?

apparently it seemed like dazai enjoyed it at first, he even went out of his way to find a way to annoy kunikida. which is to put—stuff—snow in kunikida’s locker (probably threw one or two snowballs at him when he’s caught), gets behind you when kunikida chases him out of the agency because he’s literally covered in snow ( he did so many snow angels, even one on the road? ) and made little puddles.

dug in the snow and made a literal burial, makes it dramatic and tells you he has a surprise and shows you it with a cheeky smile on his face, also does that thing when you revealing something with your arms and waving your hands. while you’re there looking like you’re sulking at your boyfriend he’s rambling on how great his creation is…

“feast your eyes belladonna!—” then there’s white noise for you after that…

you two did a snowball fight and he may or may not literally climbed on the tree like a animal. he’s basically holding the thick tree branch for his life, he looks so stupid.. whines in a dramatic tone how you’re torturing him..?

after some time, unfortunately, he’s now being more dramatic about being cold and faking his chattering teeth, lot of “my belladonna hates me. she wants me to die in the cold.” emphasizing the hate and die in the sentence while his hands are on both sides of his upper-arm as like he’s trying to warm himself with a pout on his face and a slightly red nose and cheeks.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at him, how couldn’t you when he looks so cute? (you tried to press on both of his cheeks when your hand was somewhat covered by snow and then he swats your hand away like it was hot iron) he looks at you with fake offense and starts whining about how you’re mocking him.

catering his needs, you both went inside. it was almost immediately when he tries to shake off the snow and make a brrr sound accompanying it, earning a major side-eye from you

(un)fortunately you found yourself later sandwiched between a clingyzai and the soft mattress, the cuddling would’ve been a warm moment if his weight wasn’t crushing on you. squeezing you more if you try to get up, you feel as if you’re dying, literally.

your hand found his soft, but moist, hair and started to caress his head. he leans in your hand more and visibly gotten more relaxed (and loosely let his vice grip on you)

you found sleep somehow and you both rested, when you woke up he’s snoring in your ear and drooling on you? you also had to wake him up because he was literally suffocating you.

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA + BUILDING A SNOWMAN

atsushi had wanted to play in the snow since his childhood, he knew how childish it was, it’s because the orphanage didn’t allow for children to play out in the cold while it or after it snowed. the rule prevented the children to get sick but also leaving them yearning to do something simple like playing in the snow.

so, it was no surprise atsushi still wanted to do the activity, it’s even better when you’re with him. you both could see your own breaths, atsushi offers you his coat since he can use his ability to prevent him from freezing.

the two of you started rolling the snow and it slowly starts to pile on each other, it takes awhile but you swore it was longer than it felt.

atsushi (after awhile tried to do something to maybe impress you idfk ) tried to, like, form it with his tiger hands like it was sand?? T-T it was contrary to what he thought it would be like. it came out ok, but really bulky with lot of bumps and, okay it was not ok it was misshaped; it looked like a oval

kinda got embarrassed from that with you consoling him “it looks good babe, don’t worry!” and that got him feeling better but somehow more embarrassed? ( possibly from the pet name… )

the body was complete (and looked like a disaster) and it was just the head, atsushi was in charge with trying to find rocks and two sticks for the arm, face and buttons. you were making the head which looked like a gigantic snowball.

and then, wallah, the snowman is done! atsushi wanted to put his scarf and hat on it, being the good partner you were like “aren’t you gonna get cold?” and he was puzzled for a millisecond “yeah, you’re right..” you swore that was the most accidental dramatic sigh he let out

news-flash he still did and he got a cold the next day

RANPO EDOGAWA + BAKING COOKIES

ranpo was really just hungry and wanted an excuse to spend time with you, there’s many options to choose from when he needs both of these needs to be taken care of… then the very awesome idea crashed down at him, he was going to make christmas-y cookies with you!

ranpo really sometimes judges how things taste based the way they look, if a cookie is extraordinarily decorated he’ll assume it’ll taste as good as it looks, but simple goods as glazed donuts he enjoys so it doesn’t imply this for all sorts of baked goods, just perfectly in the middle…

he brought up the idea towards to you, and who knew, you of course would liked to! key word, liked.

most of the time you were the one baking it and he was… rambling about all of the cases he’s solved, poe’s recent mystery novel, the people that he called out as the perpetrator declining it idiotically and whatever comes to his mind.

while he was doing that, he ate most of the snacks he gotten yesterday and this morning, sometimes holds the chip bag in front of you as an indication for you to take one if you’d like, same with his half-eaten and wet lollipops…? which met him with a scrunch of your nose as an ew, he casually shrugs and puts it back in his mouth.

oh also eats the cookie batter when you’re away, when you caught him he declares it as taste testing as he takes another scoop of it with his finger and licks it ..

he eventually got bored of the routine and made (badly attempted) hot chocolate, it was a bit bitter than you expected but you’re glad it’s not overly sweet that your teeth would fall off… he putted those sweeteners in his cup

it was awhile when you two were chatting while the cookies were in the oven, the conversation was ranpo mostly doing he talking… per usual maybe? then gets the very bright idea to play in the snow… that may or may not be the best choice.

seconds later after your agreement he literally dashed to get his jacket, snow boots, mittens and hat (also yours dw). impatiently waits by the door tapping his feet while you’re putting on your jacket… “any day now” smh

he goes dashing out with your hand in his in the snow, literally trips and brings you down with him… makes so many snow angels with you it’s hardly countable, comes screaming to you later showing you his snowman, unfortunately … “looks like frosty the snowman’s child if it had a birth defect”

ranpo has the urge to check the cookie again, and again, and again until it was finally done. gets too distracted by the beep of the oven he forgot to put those oven gloves on and gets it anyways without it, but you literally slapped his hand away and handed them to him T_T.

defiantly eats the majority of them when your both done decorating, he also made one that he attempted to look like you and takes a fat bite out of it..?

theres many opportunities that ranpo could do this honestly, he just never found that much of the motivation or point if he got the store-bought ones, but he thinks the way you made it, even if the batter and all came from a recipe, he thinks yours is better than any pastries he tasted

JOUNO SAIGIKU + GINGERBREAD HOUSE

jouno’s eyes twitch in annoyance and grumbles when he got frosty on the wrong place again, he hates this. why would you choose out of any oh-so-festive activities out there in the world? he continues to let out a soft dramatic sigh every so often.

you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend on christmas, he hates the snow (because it messes up his senses and his hair or something… and you make him do all the snow shoveling) so you recommend such a fun activity to do even though you had the possibility he would hate it, what a good partner you are!

the ugly sweater you basically asked ( forced ) to wear itches at his skin, he keeps shuffling on the wooden seat he’s sat at, uncomfortable. from the radius he’s at from the fireplace that’s no farther away than seven feet, he’s practically sweating from his sensitive senses. it’s taking his all to not ripe himself out of that hand-made sweater you made specifically for him…

you notice this, and he knows that. he pretends to imply he hate this, in result you feel a little guilty for making him do this, even if you ask him about it he’ll dismiss it anyways for whatever reasons…

“sai… you look sweaty an’ annoyed, wanna stop?” “no, it’s alright” “oh—okay!”

having such-a soft spot for someone like he has with you is something he never experienced, his tone changes when taking to you compared to his companions, his smile ever so widening and being softer if you look close enough when he hears your familiar heartbeat and smell.

even if it takes all of the strength in his body to protest what you ask of him, he couldn’t bring himself to.

unfortunately, he got frosting over his sweater… shit, guilt and annoyance tugging at his soul, he furrows his eyebrow, he ignores the feelings and tries to wipe it off with a nearby napkin. grimaces slightly when he hears your snort, looking back up at you like a mad kitten, only fueling you more to laugh.

he ends up taking off the sweater, leaving him in the plain white t-shirt, matching the frosting that he was outlining the house with.

there was no doubt that his house looked like a disaster, the white frosting sprawled everywhere on the architectural creeks. the way the house look so… silly made you giggle in your seat as you reach out to get another house set up and put it in front of him.

you sat closer to jouno, shoulders brushing each-other. you leaned in closer, basically sitting apart of his seat, your hands ghosting over his as you rest your head on his shoulder blade. instructing him silently for him to follow your movements.

you didn’t notice the way he tensed up when you brush your fingers against his and whisper in his left ear “just follow my lead, m’kay?” the mhm and nod of his head was slow and untimed.

there weren’t many, actually, no times where jouno was nervous, this was an expection. his heart quickens the way you’re so close to him, he forgot about this stupid gingerbread house making. all he’s focused on is you, only you. not the way you tried to push the plastic bag for the white frosting, only the way you intertwined your hands with his while doing it.

it feels shorter than it actually was, unfortunate for jouno. he grimaces silently when you let go of his hand, returning them back to your lap as you sat up, looking over slightly at the almost-decent gingerbread house, he made—no, you both made together

he lets out a snarky remark and sighs, leaning on the table with the backside of his hand. “are we finally done with this” he says, turning his head to you. you huffed, the yes you let out indicates him something, he gladly lets out a relieved-dramatic sigh, again.

“thank god, thought we’d be doing this forever” empathizing the thank god. he hastily gets up from his seat, tugging the hand of yours on his left, leading you to your shared room. “maybe we could if you would like?” “fuck no”

TETCHO SUEHIRO + MAKING S’MORES

tetcho was the one who actually asked you if you both could make s’mores. fukuchi left the group take a well-deserved day off after their patrol, being delighted by this, tetchou went to you immediately. he forgot to change out of his military uniform when visiting your apartment, he ended up wearing the clothes he left at your apartment a few times when coming over, or kept it on… he doesn’t mind, really.

due to his work, he’s determined to keep the city peaceful and safe, so on days when he gets the day off he doesn’t really know what to do and just patrols around the city some more… same goes with expenses, ends up buying useless trinkets? buys oddly perfect wrapped gifts for his coworkers with the random-est things inside.

once bought jouno those cheesy best-friends necklaces that haves magnets inside and stick on the side. in the corner of the room there’s teruko who was trying to stifle her laughs with an awkward tachihara on her side, an confused fukichi because he doesn’t know what he walked into, and an irritated jouno in front of him slapping his hand so the necklace with the words best engraved on it would fall.

“jouno, i got us best friend bracelets. they magnetize together.” … “we are not best friends, idiot, I hate you” “but we work together a lot?”—“against my will! and you’re so useless in missions, you’re no use until we’re at the enemy, ugh!” … “PFFF-tetcho is such an idiot, tachihara!” “teruko…” “jouno you could use a few friends” … “captain!?”

there wasn’t really a chance where tetcho would spend with someone, of course he didn’t mind this, he didn’t consider himself a lonely person but there’s times.

(anyways back to s’mores)

it was at a popular and crowded campsite, it already had that s’more-y setup that only needed to be lighted. you both sat at the same wooden bench, getting the (sanitized) wooden sticks out and putting the marshmallows on the tip then stabbing it in.

he didn’t knew how it worked; burnt it once, twice, then five times. he got a little frustrated but then perfected it after you helped him time it correctly.

since you didn’t specify when you asked for chocolate, he got the white Hershey ones, not ideal but it would work… until you thought wrong, he sprinkles salt on his s’more and eats it with his usual blank face.

made another (slightly failed attempted) s’more but gives it to you, encouraging you lightly to try it. he didn’t pressure you though, he knows his taste wasn’t suited for most majority of people (may or may not be from the hard way..)

you loved him too much to decline it… expecting the worse, it wasn’t that bad as you thought, or your taste buds are messed up as his. nevertheless his little smile grew a little more wider when you did, if you look close enough.

you tried to bribe him to try it without the salt, with no offense possible, he surprisingly took the chance, taking the s’more you had without a moment of hesitation with a sure, takes a bite out of it without a moment later. his eyes widen like he didn’t expect it to be delicious.. or decent?

“it’s tasty” “…thought it was gonna be poisonous?” your joke earning an airy-laugh and smile from tetcho as he nods his head, playing along.

Tetchou finds a way to make having a picnic together end up with his cock inside you. The plethora of homemade foods and delicious fruits are placed infront of you on a blanket, and you're wearing a sundress, enoying the last moments of summer with him. You pop a cherry into your mouth, briefly making eye contact with him while doing it, and, you guessed it, he's already hard and soon, has you on your knees behind a bush, sucking him off. Safe to say, all you tasted for the rest of the picnic was the delicious salty finish of his seed.

You didnt mind Tetchou's freaky side at all, much of the opposite, actually, you loved it. You could definitely agree and understand why he got hard in most cases, and you like that he knows you well enough to be confident that you'd enjoy sex in that moment too. You've never had someone know you that well, and you dont think you ever will. Being with Tetchou was something you dreamed of but never dared ask for, but here you are, enjoying your days with him, spent in saintly and sinful ways. You were definitely on Santa's nice list this year.