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Entry tags:
nonsense nonsense
Title: nonsense nonsense
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Ango, Odasaku, Dazai
Pairing(s): light Dazai/Odasaku
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,005
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Ango, Odasaku, and Dazai recollect embarrassing stories from their youth. Some are more embarrassing than others.
Notes: With thanks to my Dazai for the 'Dazai has had a crush on Odasaku since they met ages ago' headcanon.
Sometimes Ango feels like a third wheel. It makes sense - Odasaku and Dazai have known each other longer than they’ve known him, and they’re obviously interested in each other as more than just drinking buddies. It makes sense, but it’s still awkward.
“How long have you two known each other?” he asks, trying to sound like it’s just an idle thought.
Odasaku has to think. It takes a second. “About three years?”
“Three years,” says Dazai. “I was fifteen when we met.”
“So I would’ve been twenty,” says Odasaku.
Odasaku is older than Ango, too, although not by much. Still, it makes him wonder… “What can a twenty-year-old do with a fifteen-year-old?”
“Not go drinking,” says Odasaku.
Dazai pouts. “No mafia-affiliated bar would’ve turned me away back then! I was almost an executive, I could’ve gotten myself trashed if I wanted to.”
“But you didn’t,” says Odasaku. “We played video games instead. Dazai usually beat me.”
Ah. He can picture that: the both of them in front of a TV, Odasaku calm as ever even after being defeated at a fighting game for the tenth time.
“You were always getting better, though,” Dazai says. “And I could tell you never threw a match, which was the important thing. Everyone else was afraid of what’d happen if they beat me. Except Chuuya, but he’s a sore loser and he gloats when he wins.”
“I remember asking you if you played with the other person in the mafia who was your age,” Odasaku says. “You told me I was better when it came to just unwinding. ...And then you said-”
“Thaaat’s enough about that conversation!” says Dazai, loudly. He takes a drink, and Odasaku duly quiets down.
But Ango’s interest is piqued now. “You’re actually embarrassed about something? You, Dazai?”
“I was fifteen,” says Dazai, petulant. “Everyone’s embarrassed about things they said when they were fifteen, even mafia executives.”
This is true. Ango really doesn’t want to think about things he said or did at fifteen. There were some incidents with drugs, and women one thinks it is a good idea to pay money for services rendered while one is fifteen, and it was really just a year of his life he’d rather forget entirely.
Dazai smiles suddenly. “Say, Ango, you’re turning grey already-”
“I am not!” he says, because that’s ridiculous and he is not turning grey in his early twenties. Odasaku is older than him and he doesn’t get this kind of treatment.
“-so what was your most embarrassing youthful moment~?” Dazai continues, as if he hadn’t been interrupted.
Ango takes a drink. “Why would ever I tell you that.”
“If you do, I’ll tell you his and mine,” says Odasaku. “That’s twice as many, so it should be fair.”
Dazai turns a little pale. “Hey, Odasaku, I didn’t give you permission to tell anybody-”
It is twice as many. And Odasaku is unfailingly honest. Ango swallows. “So… I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this to you, but I have a lot of siblings. It was hard to get attention with that many other children in the house, so I acted out when I was younger. This specific incident - I don’t remember it completely because I was high at the time-”
“Wait, wait, you took drugs?” says Dazai, visible eyebrow shooting upwards. “You, Ango, most straight-laced member of the mafia?”
Ango rubs his forehead. “I was fifteen. I made plenty of poor decisions and drugs were one of them. Anyway, I was high and thought it would be an excellent idea to call my mother and tell how easy her job was and how I could do it so much better than her. ...I had to do all the cooking for a week after that.”
Odasaku snickers. Dazai laughs. Ango looks at a very interesting spot.on the wall and wills his cheeks not to turn pink. He’s pretty sure he fails.
When Dazai’s stopped laughing, Odasaku clears his throat. “When I was fifteen, I botched an assassination at someone’s drunken party, and had to run away. It was a messy party, so - I almost slipped on a banana peel.”
“But you didn’t actually, because you have Flawless to warn you,” says Dazai, looking put out. “That’d be more embarrassing if you really fell on your face, Odasaku.”
“Sorry. I’m more ashamed than embarrassed about my youth.” Odasaku takes a drink, and for a moment there is quiet.
Ango knows Odasaku used to be an assassin, of course, and he knows that he doesn’t kill anyone now. He’s never really asked for his feelings about it or the reason for the change. He opens his mouth to say something, he doesn’t know what-
“When Dazai was fifteen, he used to hit on me all the time,” says Odasaku.
-and Ango shuts his mouth, because what do you really say to that.
“Odasakuuuu, stoppppp.” It’s a low whine from Dazai.
“You did, though,” says Odasaku, as if the problem was in him making things up. “You would basically drape yourself over me and say things like-”
“No, I mean actually stop,” says Dazai, and Odasaku hears the note of warning in his voice and shuts up.
Ango has no idea how much he can ask about the situation - he has so many questions, many of them disturbing - without Dazai wringing his neck for it. He tries the most important question on his mind. “You didn’t actually… ever…”
“He was fifteen,” says Odasaku, sounding a little offended. “Of course I didn’t.”
“...When exactly did he stop hitting on you?” Ango asks, with a glance towards Dazai, who is taking a very long drink and avoiding looking at either of them.
“When-” Odasaku has to stop and think about that, eventually coming up with, “I’m not sure. He must have at some point.”
Ango isn’t so sure about that. But he values his friendship with Dazai, and also his own wellbeing, so he doesn’t say a word.
Dazai clears his throat. “Bartender, another round for all of us.”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Ango, Odasaku, Dazai
Pairing(s): light Dazai/Odasaku
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,005
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Ango, Odasaku, and Dazai recollect embarrassing stories from their youth. Some are more embarrassing than others.
Notes: With thanks to my Dazai for the 'Dazai has had a crush on Odasaku since they met ages ago' headcanon.
Sometimes Ango feels like a third wheel. It makes sense - Odasaku and Dazai have known each other longer than they’ve known him, and they’re obviously interested in each other as more than just drinking buddies. It makes sense, but it’s still awkward.
“How long have you two known each other?” he asks, trying to sound like it’s just an idle thought.
Odasaku has to think. It takes a second. “About three years?”
“Three years,” says Dazai. “I was fifteen when we met.”
“So I would’ve been twenty,” says Odasaku.
Odasaku is older than Ango, too, although not by much. Still, it makes him wonder… “What can a twenty-year-old do with a fifteen-year-old?”
“Not go drinking,” says Odasaku.
Dazai pouts. “No mafia-affiliated bar would’ve turned me away back then! I was almost an executive, I could’ve gotten myself trashed if I wanted to.”
“But you didn’t,” says Odasaku. “We played video games instead. Dazai usually beat me.”
Ah. He can picture that: the both of them in front of a TV, Odasaku calm as ever even after being defeated at a fighting game for the tenth time.
“You were always getting better, though,” Dazai says. “And I could tell you never threw a match, which was the important thing. Everyone else was afraid of what’d happen if they beat me. Except Chuuya, but he’s a sore loser and he gloats when he wins.”
“I remember asking you if you played with the other person in the mafia who was your age,” Odasaku says. “You told me I was better when it came to just unwinding. ...And then you said-”
“Thaaat’s enough about that conversation!” says Dazai, loudly. He takes a drink, and Odasaku duly quiets down.
But Ango’s interest is piqued now. “You’re actually embarrassed about something? You, Dazai?”
“I was fifteen,” says Dazai, petulant. “Everyone’s embarrassed about things they said when they were fifteen, even mafia executives.”
This is true. Ango really doesn’t want to think about things he said or did at fifteen. There were some incidents with drugs, and women one thinks it is a good idea to pay money for services rendered while one is fifteen, and it was really just a year of his life he’d rather forget entirely.
Dazai smiles suddenly. “Say, Ango, you’re turning grey already-”
“I am not!” he says, because that’s ridiculous and he is not turning grey in his early twenties. Odasaku is older than him and he doesn’t get this kind of treatment.
“-so what was your most embarrassing youthful moment~?” Dazai continues, as if he hadn’t been interrupted.
Ango takes a drink. “Why would ever I tell you that.”
“If you do, I’ll tell you his and mine,” says Odasaku. “That’s twice as many, so it should be fair.”
Dazai turns a little pale. “Hey, Odasaku, I didn’t give you permission to tell anybody-”
It is twice as many. And Odasaku is unfailingly honest. Ango swallows. “So… I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this to you, but I have a lot of siblings. It was hard to get attention with that many other children in the house, so I acted out when I was younger. This specific incident - I don’t remember it completely because I was high at the time-”
“Wait, wait, you took drugs?” says Dazai, visible eyebrow shooting upwards. “You, Ango, most straight-laced member of the mafia?”
Ango rubs his forehead. “I was fifteen. I made plenty of poor decisions and drugs were one of them. Anyway, I was high and thought it would be an excellent idea to call my mother and tell how easy her job was and how I could do it so much better than her. ...I had to do all the cooking for a week after that.”
Odasaku snickers. Dazai laughs. Ango looks at a very interesting spot.on the wall and wills his cheeks not to turn pink. He’s pretty sure he fails.
When Dazai’s stopped laughing, Odasaku clears his throat. “When I was fifteen, I botched an assassination at someone’s drunken party, and had to run away. It was a messy party, so - I almost slipped on a banana peel.”
“But you didn’t actually, because you have Flawless to warn you,” says Dazai, looking put out. “That’d be more embarrassing if you really fell on your face, Odasaku.”
“Sorry. I’m more ashamed than embarrassed about my youth.” Odasaku takes a drink, and for a moment there is quiet.
Ango knows Odasaku used to be an assassin, of course, and he knows that he doesn’t kill anyone now. He’s never really asked for his feelings about it or the reason for the change. He opens his mouth to say something, he doesn’t know what-
“When Dazai was fifteen, he used to hit on me all the time,” says Odasaku.
-and Ango shuts his mouth, because what do you really say to that.
“Odasakuuuu, stoppppp.” It’s a low whine from Dazai.
“You did, though,” says Odasaku, as if the problem was in him making things up. “You would basically drape yourself over me and say things like-”
“No, I mean actually stop,” says Dazai, and Odasaku hears the note of warning in his voice and shuts up.
Ango has no idea how much he can ask about the situation - he has so many questions, many of them disturbing - without Dazai wringing his neck for it. He tries the most important question on his mind. “You didn’t actually… ever…”
“He was fifteen,” says Odasaku, sounding a little offended. “Of course I didn’t.”
“...When exactly did he stop hitting on you?” Ango asks, with a glance towards Dazai, who is taking a very long drink and avoiding looking at either of them.
“When-” Odasaku has to stop and think about that, eventually coming up with, “I’m not sure. He must have at some point.”
Ango isn’t so sure about that. But he values his friendship with Dazai, and also his own wellbeing, so he doesn’t say a word.
Dazai clears his throat. “Bartender, another round for all of us.”