Midnight_Tree
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Apparently, Dazai hadn’t been lying when he said it wasn’t far. It was only about five minutes later when they were standing right in front of…
“An animal shelter?! Dazai, what the actual fuck?”
His friend simply gave him a lopsided smirk, but, oddly enough, didn’t say a single word. Chuuya quietly wished for him to be so quiet every day – although if he was being serious, he wouldn’t want that in the long run, – but he had other, more pressing concerns right now.
“Did you seriously bring me here just to make one of your sick dog jokes?!”
Or: It's Chuuya's 16th birthday, and Dazai insists there's some kind of "surprise", dragging him through the whole town, essentially wasting his time. And why did he bring him to a fucking animal shelter?!
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Dazai looked a little smug as they both came to a stop right in front of him and Sigma. “Look at who’s acquaintance I made,” he grinned. “This is–”
“I can introduce myself very well, thank you,” the stranger spoke with an accent, lips curling around a small frown. An accent! “My name is Fyodor Dostoevsky.”
The rushing in his ears didn’t slow in the slightest, yet he grinned at the man who he finally knew the name of. Fyodor. He’d have to deal with being called by his first name.
“I’m Nikolai,” he introduced himself, giving a bow much similar to the dramatic one he had given Dazai earlier. “Nikolai Gogol. It’s truly a pleasure to be meeting you, Fyodor, quite a pleasure.”
Or: Nikolai is at a so far incredibly boring ball together with his best friend Sigma. However, when he sees Fyodor for the first time and is then introduced to him by Dazai, he feels utterly helpless. Perhaps, the night isn't going to be so boring after all?
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Basically just the title.
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I love you, has never been needed for the two of them, and here Ranpo is, being the first to utter the words, entering new territory that neither of them know how to navigate.
“Ranpo… loves me?” Poe says quietly, his cheeks pink as he blinks slowly. His hands are still around Ranpo’s wrists, the same as Ranpo’s hands are still on his cheeks; Ranpo’s able to feel the burning warmth under his palms. “Really?”
“Yes.” Ranpo breathes. “I do.”---
Ranpo's been in and out of hospital for as long as he can remember, and it's made life rather
miserable. But then he meets Poe, a student nurse on exchange, and makes a new friend, and
life begins to get better.
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Bookmarked by Midnight_Tree
25 May 2026
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READ THIS, IT'S SO UNDERRATED AND ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL BUT I'LL FEAR IT'LL RUIN YOUR DAY AND MANY DAYS YET TO COME
BUT READ IT ANYWAYThis was absolutely beautiful. If you think you are prepared, no you're not. It's not what you're expecting when you think you've braced yourself for the major character death, but it's beautiful and bittersweet and I won't shut up about it for quite some time now <3
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“Is there something I can do to help?” Sigma asked, feeling uncomfortably useless when Dazai started washing the vegetables.
“Nope,” Dazai replied almost immediately, popping the p. He kept his eyes closed, an easy smile on his lips. “You can busy your pretty face by setting the table.”
Sigma blinked in surprise, pulling his shoulders back. “...Pretty face?” he repeated to himself quietly.
Dazai looked back at him, water running in the background. “Your face is very pleasant to look at,” he said, “Didn’t you know?”
Or: Dazai offers to cook for Sigma and Sigma is right to have his suspicions about that
Bookmarked by Midnight_Tree
18 May 2026
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THIS WAS SO CUTE, LIKE, THE DOMESTICITY?? (IS THAT A WORD?)
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“Sigma,” Dazai whined, barely lucid. “I have feelings for you.”
“What,” Sigma said.
Dazai opened his mouth to explain, but before another word could leave his lips his eyes rolled back and he fell sideways off of the bar stool.
It isn’t every day that you’re invited out for a victory celebration with the Armed Detective Agency. Sigma is beginning to wish he wasn’t. He feels out of place — and he’s definitely not old enough to drink.
Bookmarked by Midnight_Tree
17 May 2026
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As of reading this, I can confidently say that this is my favourite Sigzai oneshot <3
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“But…” Sigma felt that something tug at his chest again. “now I don't know what I should do with my life. I have nothing.”
Dazai pressed his lips in a thin line.
He was but an empty vessel, and whoever reached him first could pour whatever they wanted into him.“No one ever truly has nothing.” Dazai felt guilty, for now he was the one pouring words into Sigma. “There’s always your thoughts, your feelings. They can’t take those away.”
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As Dazai and Sigma try to escape Mersault, Sigma finds out something about himself
Bookmarked by Midnight_Tree
17 May 2026