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  who knew a Fish and Tiger could be friends? by sonnetcoreFandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs17 Oct 2025 TagsSummaryHe felt ... .so hot. When Atsushi breathed, his throat felt raspy like he needed to cough. Sweat seemed to drip down his forehead and be slick to his white hair. Raining down his face. Atsushi feels long, slender hands gently lift off the blanket covering him. Dazai was never one for sentimentals. Maybe a smile or pat on the shoulder, or a word of encouragement, but it was….nice, though unusual, for him to be so kind. Gentle. “Da…zai-san,” Atsushi slowly mumbles out, voice croaky and Atsushi instantly coughs. It hurts, his throat feeling so dry. His lips were thirsty, and after his coughing fit, Atsushi licks them wet. “Sh,” Dazai says, his bandaged hand brushing against his forehead, pushing back Atsushi’s white bangs. “Ah, Atsushi-kun…you’re burning up. How long have you had a fever?” Atsushi blinks at his blurry figure, “I have…a fe..ver?” OR, atsushi and dazai taking care of each other 
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  TagsSummaryDazai watches as he puts them down and grabs a thing of cream, scarred hands going to Dazai’s wound and applying it with so much gentleness it makes Dazai melt. The ginger puts the tub down on the counter and rewraps the bandages. Chuuya presses a kiss to the top of Dazai’s head. “Chuuya, marry me,” Dazai smiles, hands going to grab Chuuya, intertwining them forever. “We’re already married.” “I know. It was the worst day of my life.” OR: dazai gets hurt, chuuya to the rescue !! 
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  TagsSummaryKyouka hates it. She doesn’t hate the man. But how the Mafia practically bleeds out of him, dripping onto the floor and leaving a trail of black everywhere he steps. How it seeps through the cracks in his mask in small drips, and when she looks around, no one notices. Or says a thing. OR: kyouka and dazai, a story 
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  TagsSummarySnow falls down from the dark, empty night sky like hail. It isn’t actually hail, but the way it seems to burn Chuuya’s skin says otherwise. It melts like fire, licking at skin with its tongue. The wind blows it gently, dancing like ballerinas. Beautiful, delicate. He sighs, his breath emerging in a mix of the cold air and smoke. Exhale. It curls in the air, flowing the wind like a herd of sheep. OR: tying in irl chuuya's poems with bsd chuuya OR OR: chuuya character study 
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  TagsSummaryIt’s funny, because Dazai has always been curious. Always wanting more, and more, and more. He was greedy and he was selfish, wanting to absorb every bit and piece of knowledge. Let it sink into his skin like the scars under his cotton bandages. He always just had to know, because he felt like if he didn’t then he was doing something wrong. That he was vulnerable and he wasn’t safe. It was an ugly, rotten, human, feeling. And Dazai wasn’t human, but for some reason it clung to him like the blood that tainted his hands. Like the shadow of a man who was always there, even if he wasn’t. Despite how much Dazai teases Kunikida for his schedule, Dazai does not like change. OR: dazai feels replaced and struggles with control issues 

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