Bungou Stray Dogs {One Shots}

~Sunshine~ Dazai * Osamu

Yes, these are X reader one shots. Feel free to send me requests, I don't get a lot of ideas easily!
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You are my sunshine
Together you felt like you could rule the world.
Together you felt like you were invincible.
Together you felt at peace.
But when separated...

You were more vulnerable than a cornered kitten.

You're part of the infamous Port Mafia. The dim halls set the mood for violence, or something else within the walls of the dormitories. Nobody knew what would happen there. Nobody needed to.

No, you weren't an executive. You weren't part of Black Lizard either. You could kill if wanted, and you could kill if needed.

Which is what you did.

You're a pathetic subordinate, some would say. Some say you didn't belong here, others say that you were born with Mafia blood running through your veins. You were skilled in hand to hand combat, and your skills with a gun were a bit below average. No ability made you believe you were worthless in the Mafia, but one person didn't believe you.

His name is Dazai Osamu.

He was a Mafia executive. The youngest in history, you've heard. You aren't seen together often, hell, some people believe you've never even said 'hello' to one another.

Inside the walls of his office, though, is where they were wrong.

You two would hold conversations longer than a dictionary, and neither of you seemed to mind. Were you in a relationship? Neither of you knew, but again, neither of you seemed to mind. He somehow always knew when it was a good time for you to leave, simply so your colleagues would always think you two never laid eyes on each other.

But then, months would pass and you both had the same routine. It changed up a little sometimes. Nowadays, you'd stay in the executives room and leave before other members could even wake up. You'd leave fully dressed, and with a coffee in hand so people would assume you were an early bird.

The next part, however, is where you both questioned what to call your relationship at the
moment.

My only sunshine.

"Do we say we're. Dating? Or..?" You asked. "I'd like that..~" Dazai purred in your ear. He knew how to send shivers down your spine. However, you managed to keep a straight face. "Dating it is then~" You replied, with the same tone as Dazai's, despite a light blush on your cheeks.

Then the routine would change again. Except, less time was spent with each other, it upset you both.

You were sent on more missions, Dazai had more meetings, meaning when you were at the Mafia, Dazai was busy and vice versa.

Some missions left you heavily scarred, meaning Dazai would have to fix you up. He scolded you for getting harmed, but then again, he'd get to see you. The relationship was highly unlikely to work. You were almost a dog of the Mafia now, like Dazai's subordinate, Akutagawa.

Every time you two saw each other, your hearts filled up with joy. He gave you a reason to wake up in the morning, the motivation to come back alive from missions, while you gave him a reason to live, a reason to go to the meetings knowing he'd come back to see you.

You make me happy
When skies are gray.

A year came by.
Then another.
And then came the dreaded. The day you both thought wouldn't come for several, several years.

You never returned from a mission.

Dazai enthusiastically speed walked back to his office, expecting to see your bright smiling face greeting him.

"[Y/N]?"

No response.

"I have something to tell you!"

Not a word.
You'll never know, dear..

He checked every room, thinking you were just late. He ran out of his office, slightly concerned. "Oi, Dazai!" Chuuya called out.  He looked over to his partner. "We... We lost some. "

A look of horror took place on Dazai's originally happy face. The two raced down to where the rest of the Mafia was gathered.
How much I love you..

Dazai frantically looked around desperately, hoping he'd see you walking around the corpses. Instead, he saw you in the corner, heavily drenched in blood. Your [H/C] hair was a mess, your clothes were torn and you were on the verge of crawling to survival.

"[Y/N]!"

He ran towards you, his black trench coat falling on the ground, bandages starting to fall loose.

He crouched down beside you, holding his hand up to your cold face.
Please don't take

A single tear rolled down his cheek, fumbling around in his pants pocket, pulling something small out.

My sunshine...

A ring

Away.
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So how was it? I had his idea in my head for a while, but i don't think i wrote it very well. Oh well, my first one shot

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