❝you drew me in like a web❞ (𝑂𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑢 ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ!𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)
📝Author notes: This is ooc cuz this bro is just too fucking coo coo, KUNIKIDA HELP ME. EEH MY FIRST REQUEST THO <3
⚠️Warnings: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers later (?? questionable for "friends"), spiderman esque reader, a lil profanity, reader is a comic nerd and has little bit of thinking issues (overthinking or intrusive thoughts, you pick)
✍ Synopsis: You like swinging off building with your ability, Dazai sees you and now you guys bump into eachother and both times you're an unwilling participant ;) (my condolences)
As a teen you were always quiet.
You were the one who would sit out on school (skip) with some stupid excuse just so you could have some fun.
That fun being your ability. It was quite simple but it felt like a comic book type of power. You could do anything a spider could do, albeit awkwardly considering you don’t really climb walls everyday..
But you managed to keep it under the ropes and it was honestly awesome, at least for one of the things you could do. That being you could produce webs out of your veins, which is kinda a weird manifestation since they usually produce it out of their mouth.
Oh well, swinging across buildings was certainly relaxing if not exhilarating for your teen brain. It created a safe haven where you could let go and just SWING~.
But alas all wonderful things must come to a close and seeing as you were now an adult with a paying job and bills and taxes, you had no proper time to spend just using your ability. And no leeway like as a teen you did considering this is Yokohama, not New York City.
Which is why the only option you had left was nighttime.
When everyone was, usually, asleep and where you didn’t have anything important to do. Well except sleep, but who cares about something as insignificant as that? You sure didn’t.
Which is why you’re now having the time of your life doing your comfort activity. You stay completely unaware of the fact that you just mightttt be attracting a certain someone’s attention. You didn’t notice because you were only focusing on yourself. And the wind. Yeah, mostly the wind and trying not to get bugs in your mouth. Those were really important.
“How peculiar.” Dazai tapped his chin, a slow thoughtful smile spreading across his face as he stared at your disappearing figure.
He was just taking a midnight walk after he got sick staying at home, rotting in bed with no sleep like usual. Out and about, staring at the night sky with an empty gaze, he saw you.
Bright and free as a bird (GET TF OUT NIKOLAI), your face contorted into a carefree smile that absolutely made Dazai got doki doki. But that type of feeling you get when you see someone pretty, not like the like–like them.
Well that was immediately proven wrong when he saw your hood slide down, revealing your pretty, absolutely breathtaking face. Or maybe it was because it was dark so the light from the streetlights made you look like an angel.
Dazai deadpanned, huffing a bit. “Yes?” He answered tiredly, the moment you two were having (against your consent) gone like the wind. It was but a fleeting moment of him admiring pure joy, not you specifically.
His fingers twitched, smirk growing as he realized it was a stupid fucking scammer-
Oh he was going to have fun with this guy.
You sipped coffee bean juice out of a mug, sighing a little. You had eyebags from your escapades and it was doing a bit of a number on you, meaning you had to drink this horrible liquid named “Coffee” and it tasted absolutely rubbish.
“Even New York had better coffee,” you huff, propping a hand against your cheek. You were currently sitting at a booth in a cafe called Uzumaki. It was a place you had started frequenting recently and you found the setting quite relieving.
Almost homey and it reminded you of that one old rundown restaurant with Mr. Okinawa..In fact, wasn’t he Japanese himself? Well, then it makes sense why you think it’s so similar. Ahh, memories were soooo fun to reminisce on. Well most of them anyway.
You were dozing off in your own thoughts when you saw an impish smile on a familiar young man, who was currently walking over to you. Well not exactly at you since he seemed to not notice you, only looking around for a free booth to sit at. Preferably one to sit with the cafe girl, you’d deduct from the few times you have seen him before.
He was a suicidal charmer, a womanizer many would say.
You can hardly believe such a thing even if he was undeniably handsome. No, you cared more about personalities than something so insignificant as looks. As the saying goes, not all demons wear horns and not all angels have halos (thinking of the bible specifically of course).
Hm? Your eyebrows lifted when you saw him now looking straight at you, eyes lit up in recognition. Oh what, did he see something on your face? Oh it must be the coffee milk, the cream in here is quite bloaty. You wouldn’t be surprised if it were sticking below your bottom lip.
“Hello there, Miss,” The man practically purred, sliding into the seat in front of you. You grimaced, placing the straw in your cup and sipping aggressively to try and drown him out. You did not come here for small talk, if you did you would have gone to a mixer (HUH). “I don’t mean to disturb you but I couldn’t help but notice last night how you were..” He paused, smile coy as he leaned forward a little. “Swinging like a little spider. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten caught yet, ability user.”
Your gaze sharpened slightly as your cheeks tinted pink. “Ohh, you saw that? Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up, mister sir,” you say sheepishly, laughing nervously as you swished your drink idly. Truly you felt embarrassed and slightly confused. How could he have seen your face out the window? Especially since he presumably lived in the Agency dorms.
He chuckled, a hand splaying under his chin as some sort of prop similar to what you did. “You can just use Dazai. Now what’s your name, Miss? I can’t just go hollering around “spider Lady” now can I?”
You stared at him confused. Wasn’t the connotation being you would tell on you to the special divisions or whatever government, why was he asking for your name. They already have your file. “I’m Y/N.” You shrug, letting yourself get subjected to this weird-ass interaction with some hot dude with horrible fashion sense.
He tilted his head. “That’s quite an American name, Y/N.” You laughed nervously yourself, his accent of your name bringing a blooming feeling in your chest. “Nowww, though, I didn’t come here just for fun.” You tensed a little, your fingers twitching. So you guess the moment you relax was the moment he’d strike.
“With your webs would you do the honors of wrapping them around my neck and choking me?” He said this all with a closed eyed smile that made you part your lips, sputtering out,
“...Huh?” Before your face went headfirst into the small table from shock.
After that awkward interaction you politely declined and dined outta there before your unrelenting TOO PURE thoughts began assaulting your brain.
Why would he ask such a thing? Was the suicidal part true? Does he use provoking women as a way to cope? It’d make sense.
And those bandages. Everywhere on his arms, round his neck too. Must have some sort of scar(s) underneath them. Now you knew those were none of your concern and you shouldn’t worry too much over a guy you talked to for 5 minutes.
Yet he was all your buzzing head could think about.
Dazai was his name you remembered.
Quite an odd first name you admit but you could roll with it. New York had far more absurd names, like Joker, or Batman (that was Gotham city, my dear protagonist). Or your personal favorite, Spiderman! But those weren’t their real names, just their hero names, so it didn’t count. Ah what was the point of even thinking about it then?
You deadpanned to yourself, pouting.
Is what you thought until you saw him again.
This time when you were sitting on the rim of the fountain, reading a comic book. Call it a guilty pleasure or childish interest, but you enjoyed them. They quelled your mind’s dizzying head and let in the peaceful hum of quietness. Well you liked most calm activities, so reading books were no exception.
You’re perched close enough you could hear the rustle of flashing currents in the river. And you could hear the unusual flapping of arms and bubbles emerging in a spot in the water.
Is someone drowning? You question stupidly before you get up, walking over to the riverside before laying out your palm and shooting some webs to pull up the unfortunate soul who managed to get themself caught in this obviously river when there are literally bars around it!
Immediately your gaze drops into frustration once you realize who it is.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Dazai stares at you upside down, smiling lopsidedly. “hehe ,looks like fate has made us meet yet again, (Name)! Ahh..but at the expense of my attempt to submerge myself.” He sighs dramatically and you roll your eyes incredulously.
“This is the thanks I get?” You flick your wrist, making your web detach from him and he collapses on the floor with an “Oof!”
“I didn’t like your help so yes this is the thanks you get,” he mumbled through his mushed face and somehow you could hear him coherently. All you did was snort desrivesly and pivoted on your heel to leave–
“Waitshshs-” Dazai grabbed your foot, making you stumble slightly before he steadied you with his hands. When did he get up? “Lemme at least repay you for putting in the effort to ‘save’ me, however misguided it was.”
You inched a little away from him before you reluctantly nodded. “Fine. Where we heading?” You ask, slipping on a fake smile to match his. He taps his chin before he glances at you.
You hum, having one thought in mind.
“...Yeah but doing what-”
“Details, details.” You wave him off, your strings wrapping around his wrist to drag him along with you.
“Alright, m’lady. Whatever you say~”
You scrunch your eyebrows together, annoyance clear in your expression. “What’s with that tone? We’re NOT on a date.”
“Details, details,” he mocked your earlier words and you frowned, pulling on the string to make him fall again.
“That’s what you get, pervert!”
“I didn’t even say anything though :(“
📝Author notes: You and dazai are..friends? Somehow- Yeah uh kinda slowburn sorry bout that I know you said “strangers to lovers” but like…that’d be 4k and i can’t do that on a tumblr post. I have a limit of 2k- So uh if you want a pt 2 (I’m asking cuz my characterization of this dude is HOLY OOC) then that’ll have the lovers stage in it.