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Domesticity
Title: Domesticity
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Odasaku, Dazai, Odasaku's kids
Pairing(s): Odasaku/Dazai
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,280
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku’s children go to school.
Notes: More ADA AU fluff.
Entering the kids into a public school system had been a decision made after long and careful consideration. The Port Mafia, of course, would easily find them through that method - but the mafia could already find them in Yokohama through Odasaku and Dazai. If they weren’t going to disappear completely, then it didn’t matter how much they were in the public eye - the mafia would know where they were.
And the kids deserved a normal childhood, or as normal as they could get. Nothing like what Dazai or Odasaku had experienced themselves.
Luckily, elementary school is not terribly difficult to adjust to even when you come in at second or third grade, and while Kousuke tests in at lower than someone his age should, he takes this with only a little bit of grumbling.
Things are peaceful. The Port Mafia doesn’t hunt them down, as far as they know. And while it’s not completely perfect - nothing ever is - it’s… cozy.
Early on, Yu brings home an art project.
“It’s my family tree,” he says, and presents the colored pencil drawing to Odasaku. Odasaku always likes to look at the kids’ school projects, even when he’s busy.
Odasaku looks over the drawing, lines connecting a redheaded stick figure to five other, smaller stick figures below him. Then he looks to the side, where a dark-haired stick figure stands apart from the rest, smiling.
“This is…?”
“I didn’t know where to put Dazai,” says Yu, plainly. “You two aren’t really married or anything…”
Dazai perks at the sound of his name, and comes over to take a look. “...That’s…” He seems to be at a rare loss for words.
Odasaku doesn’t think he’s been acknowledged by anyone as ‘family’ before this moment.
“We’ll put it on the fridge,” says Odasaku. Yu beams with pride.
Later, Odasaku catches Dazai smiling to himself and taking longer to open the fridge than is strictly necessary. He doesn’t comment on it.
Odasaku arrives at the principal’s office with Dazai in tow. Technically, only one of them had to come, but they were both available and it’s almost always better to have numbers favoring your side.
Sakura is sitting on a chair, looking cross. “Hi, Dad, Dazai.”
“Sakura,” says Odasaku. “I heard that you punched a boy.” Sakura nods. “Why did you punch him?”
“He pulled my hair,” says Sakura. “So I punched him in the face.”
“Good girl,” says Odasaku, without hesitation. “When we go home we’ll get ice cream.”
“And you’re getting a new toy,” says Dazai.
Sakura perks up instantly. The principal, on the other hand, looks startled. “Sir - she became violent with another student-”
“Who laid his hands on her first, making punching him self-defense,” says Odasaku. “Are you really trying to tell me that my daughter protecting herself is what you called me in for?”
The principal shrinks. “Well - yes, but we have a no tolerance policy-”
“Oh, a ‘no tolerance policy’ is completely different!” says Dazai, smiling unpleasantly. “I assume you sent the boy involved home with his parents long before you called us?”
“...Well, no…”
“Then you’re full of crap,” says Dazai, “and if you don’t want this little issue to be brought up at the next PTA meeting, it would be a good idea for you to apologize to Sakura for this whole misunderstanding.”
The principal looks at Sakura, who is holding her head high now that she has her family’s support. He swallows. “I… I apologize.”
“Because I’m nice, I forgive you,” says Sakura. “Can I still get that ice cream?”
Odasaku smiles down at her. “Of course.”
It’s no surprise to anyone that Katsumi makes it to the school baseball team once he enters middle school - they’re not exactly the most discerning, middle school sports teams, and Katsumi’s a pretty good pitcher.
Odasaku and Dazai can’t make it to all of his games - sometimes things just come up - but they try their damndest to have at least one of them be there for most of them. And since Dazai isn’t allowed to drive the car with the kids inside, most of the time when Dazai’s there, so is Odasaku.
“Did you see how I struck that guy out, he’s supposed to be a really good batter but there was no way he could hit my curveball-” Katsumi is bouncing in his seat as Odasaku drives the three of them home.
“We saw,” says Dazai. “You really turned the game around, Katsumi. Well done!”
Katsumi beams. “Do you think I’ll be able to be a pro one day?”
“If you work hard enough,” says Odasaku. “It’ll be more difficult than you’re expecting right now, but if you’re willing to put in the effort, then you can be a professional baseball player.”
“When I’m a famous baseball player,” says Katsumi, “will you still come to watch me play?”
“Of course,” says Odasaku, without even thinking about it. “I’ll still be your dad even when you’re rich and famous.”
“And I’ll still be that weird guy who lives in your house and steals the remote from your dad,” says Dazai, grinning.
Katsumi snorts. “When I’m rich and famous, we’ll have ten TVs, so you won’t have to steal it from him.”
“Awww, but it’s fun...”
Shinji wins a poetry contest one day in middle school, held by some author who was visiting to inspire the kids. His prize for coming in first was a thousand yen.
“Does this mean I’m a real writer now?” he asks with wide eyes, still clutching the envelope the money came in.
Odasaku ruffles his hair. “It sure does.”
“You’d better watch out, Odasaku,” says Dazai, chuckling. “One of these days Shinji’s going to put you out of business.”
Shinji shakes his head frantically. “I don’t want to do that! Dad’s the best writer ever!”
“Dazai’s just joking,” says Odasaku. “The world needs lots of different writers, because every one of them has different experiences that shape how they write. So even if you grow up and become a professional, I’ll still be able to keep writing.”
“That’s good,” says Shinji, sighing in relief. “I want to be just like you, Dad. Or… mostly like you and a little bit like Dazai.”
“Like me?” Dazai asks, curiously. “Why would you want to be like me?”
“‘Cause you’re better at talking than Dad is,” says Shinji. “and I want to be good at talking to people too, instead of being shy.”
The look that flashes across Dazai’s face for just a moment suggests he’s relieved it wasn’t anything else. “Alright! If you promise to study hard, I’ll teach you everything I know~”
“Are you two ever going to get married?” Kousuke asks, and both Odasaku and Dazai choke on air.
“Why do you ask?” says Odasaku, recovering first while Dazai wheezes.
“Because you’ve been together forever, and Dazai’s practically like Dad Number Two at this point,” says Kousuke. “So you should just get married and make it official.”
“We’ll think about it,” says Dazai, weakly. “This is comfortable, so we don’t need to get married right now. Right, Odasaku?”
“Right,” says Odasaku.
Kousuke scowls. “Well, when you do, you better help me figure out what to call Dazai! I’m too old to call anyone ‘Daddy’ or ‘Papa’-”
“Thank god,” Dazai mumbles.
“-and calling you ‘old man’ would just be weird, since…”
“I think it would be funny,” says Odasaku.
Dazai gapes at him. “I’m only nine years older than him! You’re older than me!”
“No, it’s too late, I’m already ‘Dad’. You have to be ‘old man’ now.” Odasaku’s tone is lightly teasing.
“Odasaku, you’re so mean…”
“Blech,” says Kousuke. “This is why you’re basically married already.”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Odasaku, Dazai, Odasaku's kids
Pairing(s): Odasaku/Dazai
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,280
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku’s children go to school.
Notes: More ADA AU fluff.
Entering the kids into a public school system had been a decision made after long and careful consideration. The Port Mafia, of course, would easily find them through that method - but the mafia could already find them in Yokohama through Odasaku and Dazai. If they weren’t going to disappear completely, then it didn’t matter how much they were in the public eye - the mafia would know where they were.
And the kids deserved a normal childhood, or as normal as they could get. Nothing like what Dazai or Odasaku had experienced themselves.
Luckily, elementary school is not terribly difficult to adjust to even when you come in at second or third grade, and while Kousuke tests in at lower than someone his age should, he takes this with only a little bit of grumbling.
Things are peaceful. The Port Mafia doesn’t hunt them down, as far as they know. And while it’s not completely perfect - nothing ever is - it’s… cozy.
Early on, Yu brings home an art project.
“It’s my family tree,” he says, and presents the colored pencil drawing to Odasaku. Odasaku always likes to look at the kids’ school projects, even when he’s busy.
Odasaku looks over the drawing, lines connecting a redheaded stick figure to five other, smaller stick figures below him. Then he looks to the side, where a dark-haired stick figure stands apart from the rest, smiling.
“This is…?”
“I didn’t know where to put Dazai,” says Yu, plainly. “You two aren’t really married or anything…”
Dazai perks at the sound of his name, and comes over to take a look. “...That’s…” He seems to be at a rare loss for words.
Odasaku doesn’t think he’s been acknowledged by anyone as ‘family’ before this moment.
“We’ll put it on the fridge,” says Odasaku. Yu beams with pride.
Later, Odasaku catches Dazai smiling to himself and taking longer to open the fridge than is strictly necessary. He doesn’t comment on it.
Odasaku arrives at the principal’s office with Dazai in tow. Technically, only one of them had to come, but they were both available and it’s almost always better to have numbers favoring your side.
Sakura is sitting on a chair, looking cross. “Hi, Dad, Dazai.”
“Sakura,” says Odasaku. “I heard that you punched a boy.” Sakura nods. “Why did you punch him?”
“He pulled my hair,” says Sakura. “So I punched him in the face.”
“Good girl,” says Odasaku, without hesitation. “When we go home we’ll get ice cream.”
“And you’re getting a new toy,” says Dazai.
Sakura perks up instantly. The principal, on the other hand, looks startled. “Sir - she became violent with another student-”
“Who laid his hands on her first, making punching him self-defense,” says Odasaku. “Are you really trying to tell me that my daughter protecting herself is what you called me in for?”
The principal shrinks. “Well - yes, but we have a no tolerance policy-”
“Oh, a ‘no tolerance policy’ is completely different!” says Dazai, smiling unpleasantly. “I assume you sent the boy involved home with his parents long before you called us?”
“...Well, no…”
“Then you’re full of crap,” says Dazai, “and if you don’t want this little issue to be brought up at the next PTA meeting, it would be a good idea for you to apologize to Sakura for this whole misunderstanding.”
The principal looks at Sakura, who is holding her head high now that she has her family’s support. He swallows. “I… I apologize.”
“Because I’m nice, I forgive you,” says Sakura. “Can I still get that ice cream?”
Odasaku smiles down at her. “Of course.”
It’s no surprise to anyone that Katsumi makes it to the school baseball team once he enters middle school - they’re not exactly the most discerning, middle school sports teams, and Katsumi’s a pretty good pitcher.
Odasaku and Dazai can’t make it to all of his games - sometimes things just come up - but they try their damndest to have at least one of them be there for most of them. And since Dazai isn’t allowed to drive the car with the kids inside, most of the time when Dazai’s there, so is Odasaku.
“Did you see how I struck that guy out, he’s supposed to be a really good batter but there was no way he could hit my curveball-” Katsumi is bouncing in his seat as Odasaku drives the three of them home.
“We saw,” says Dazai. “You really turned the game around, Katsumi. Well done!”
Katsumi beams. “Do you think I’ll be able to be a pro one day?”
“If you work hard enough,” says Odasaku. “It’ll be more difficult than you’re expecting right now, but if you’re willing to put in the effort, then you can be a professional baseball player.”
“When I’m a famous baseball player,” says Katsumi, “will you still come to watch me play?”
“Of course,” says Odasaku, without even thinking about it. “I’ll still be your dad even when you’re rich and famous.”
“And I’ll still be that weird guy who lives in your house and steals the remote from your dad,” says Dazai, grinning.
Katsumi snorts. “When I’m rich and famous, we’ll have ten TVs, so you won’t have to steal it from him.”
“Awww, but it’s fun...”
Shinji wins a poetry contest one day in middle school, held by some author who was visiting to inspire the kids. His prize for coming in first was a thousand yen.
“Does this mean I’m a real writer now?” he asks with wide eyes, still clutching the envelope the money came in.
Odasaku ruffles his hair. “It sure does.”
“You’d better watch out, Odasaku,” says Dazai, chuckling. “One of these days Shinji’s going to put you out of business.”
Shinji shakes his head frantically. “I don’t want to do that! Dad’s the best writer ever!”
“Dazai’s just joking,” says Odasaku. “The world needs lots of different writers, because every one of them has different experiences that shape how they write. So even if you grow up and become a professional, I’ll still be able to keep writing.”
“That’s good,” says Shinji, sighing in relief. “I want to be just like you, Dad. Or… mostly like you and a little bit like Dazai.”
“Like me?” Dazai asks, curiously. “Why would you want to be like me?”
“‘Cause you’re better at talking than Dad is,” says Shinji. “and I want to be good at talking to people too, instead of being shy.”
The look that flashes across Dazai’s face for just a moment suggests he’s relieved it wasn’t anything else. “Alright! If you promise to study hard, I’ll teach you everything I know~”
“Are you two ever going to get married?” Kousuke asks, and both Odasaku and Dazai choke on air.
“Why do you ask?” says Odasaku, recovering first while Dazai wheezes.
“Because you’ve been together forever, and Dazai’s practically like Dad Number Two at this point,” says Kousuke. “So you should just get married and make it official.”
“We’ll think about it,” says Dazai, weakly. “This is comfortable, so we don’t need to get married right now. Right, Odasaku?”
“Right,” says Odasaku.
Kousuke scowls. “Well, when you do, you better help me figure out what to call Dazai! I’m too old to call anyone ‘Daddy’ or ‘Papa’-”
“Thank god,” Dazai mumbles.
“-and calling you ‘old man’ would just be weird, since…”
“I think it would be funny,” says Odasaku.
Dazai gapes at him. “I’m only nine years older than him! You’re older than me!”
“No, it’s too late, I’m already ‘Dad’. You have to be ‘old man’ now.” Odasaku’s tone is lightly teasing.
“Odasaku, you’re so mean…”
“Blech,” says Kousuke. “This is why you’re basically married already.”