After a troublesome and traumatic past, (Y/N) (L/N) joins the Armed Detective Agency as well as operating a part-time job at their family's nearby cafe. After dealing with everyone's shenanigans for countless months, (Y/N) seems to expect their life...
(A/N): Before we get into these next three chapters (which I had to split because it got so long), I'll tell you a little something. These are the chapters a couple of you readers have been waiting for. I added as much romance as I felt appropriate for this point of the book, which means some kissing scenes are about to go down for three different characters (they're divided evenly among the three chapters).
To those who were hoping you'd get a moment here to kiss your favorite character and it didn't happen, don't worry. I'm a simp, I plan to add as much romance as I can add.
But for now, I hope you enjoy these next three chapters. After this will be the Guild Arc. I hope you're excited!
To the stray dogs!
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DAY VIII OF CASE "SPECTRE"
When you woke up, your headache had mostly subsided. You were feeling a lot better and seemingly back to a stable condition. You slowly opened your eyes, only to see a brown-haired man staring back down at you.
"Good morning, Lotus Blossom! You caused us quite a scare there, y'know?" Dazai smirked at you, but on the inside, he was secretly so relieved that he was able to be in your presence again. It was as if the warmth had returned to his body at long last.
Although something seemed off with Dazai's appearance, you tried to brush it off. Instead, you tried to ask with a hoarse voice, "why do you look different?"
(A/N: TW FOR SH BEGINS HERE!)
Dazai raised his eyebrows and lightly giggled. "That's not what I expected to hear..." But as he was laughing, you looked over to his neck and arms and realized what was so off about him: the bandages on his arms had been taken off, showing the scars from years of suicide attempts that he usually hid underneath them. Once he realized you were staring at his arm, his smile fell. "Ah, I see... I was just putting on bandages when I saw you shifting around. I forgot what I was doing and came right to your side instantly. Just pretend that you never saw that."
You knew you had to choose your next words carefully. "I know this is the last thing you want to hear right now but... I can't pretend that I don't know that those scars exist. But I promise I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks... I guess?" Dazai's lips formed a tight line as he adjusted his position on his seat next to the bed you lay in.
"But I do want to help. I know I can never make the thoughts completely go away, but I still want to find some way, any way, to help," you explained.
"I understand your desire to help, believe me. I want to help you as much as you want to help me, but... I'm just not sure if there's any way someone could help me at this point. I'm incurable," Dazai admitted, his eyes gazing somewhere far off in the distance. His eyes seemed filmy, as if he was staring into a world far different from reality.
