quicksand (Dazai X Reader)

tension

"So, are you going to let me in or not?" A low soft familiar voice asked. I didn't know the answer, so I just kept quiet.

"I have a bottle of tequila and no weapons, I won't come in unless you want me to." The man said almost begging. So I opened the door and walked towards the sad table in the corner of the room by the window. He came in closing the door with his foot, holding a bottle of tequila and one of whiskey in each hand. A bottle for every person in the room.

I sat down in one of the chairs and looked at him. We both were nervous I could tell. I was sitting down bouncing my leg up and down in anxiety while biting my lip, not the sexy kind, the 'I'm about to have a breakdown' kind. He was avoiding my gaze and clenching his jaw. We both know this meeting is not only wrong morally speaking, it's also forbidden by both of our work places.

"How did you know I was here?" I broke the silence while he took a seat in front of me, placing the tequila bottle on my side of the table and the whisky one in front of himself. They looked expensive.

"Now knowing what I do for a living, is it really surprising that I founded you?" He responded with a soft and sad smile.

"Guess not, but that's still not an answer, you know I'm pretty curious." I responded standing up and walking to the nightstand where two glasses were. He kept quiet until I was sitting with him on the table again.

"I am not trying to read my enemy's moves, I just want to know how a friend knew where I was." I told him, noticing how his silence was accompanied by a million thoughts going through his head. He sighed and poured a drink in his glass, and so did I.

"I went to the bar and asked for you, I don't know where you live nor will I find out, but it should be near the bar" he said reassuring me he won't look me up the mafia database.

"And I know Dazai, sadly, but well enough to know that he will be watching you closely, meaning breaking into your apartment probably, so I figured that you wouldn't keep up with his bullshit for the time being" he took a sip of his drink.

"This was the only motel near the bar, I bribed the receptionist and she told me in which room you were." He finished as he looked up from his hat to see my reaction.

"Ugh you are going to be a pain in the ass as an enemy, so not fair, now I hate your intelligence" I said laughing and taking a sip from the tequila bottle directly, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"I'm sorry." He said softly and took off his hat, placing it on the table.

"For what?" I asked as I slid down in the chair a little so I could rest my head on the chair's backrest.

"For meeting you at a terrible time, for both of us." I have never heard his voice this soft, if he read me a bedtime story I would probably sleep 12 hours and wake up fresh.

"Is there really a right time?" I asked, smiling sadly.

"The answer is no. We make the best we can with what we are handed" I answered myself and sat back up to see his face. His pretty face with pretty freckles, incredible how can this man be one of the most dangerous people in the city.

We had a staring contest, he was looking at me while drinking his drink, and so was I. He was thinking of what to say and I was waiting for him to talk.

He took something out of his pockets and slid it on the table in my direction.

"I was going to let this with the bartender, his name is Yoshimura by the way, but my selfishness won." I took the small velvet box and inspected it without opening, I turned my gaze to him.