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tonight would be a nice night for a walk.
So Kunikida takes a walk.
He throws on a random pair of shorts with some old top that just bearly fit him now.
he tooks his keys and he left his apartment.
The slight heels of his boots clicked with every step.
…
Along with every step was note taking in a book that Osamu loved to carry.
He loves this. He loves Kunikida’s midnight walks.
He loves having the time to be able either spy on or search his house.
He loves Kunikida.
He’s gotten better at ducking and hiding when Kunikida turns to look.
He’s never been seen!
…
Seems he spoke too quickly caus e during his internal monologue Kunikida turned around and spotted him.
“Dazai…?”
Shit.
“Oh hey Kunikida-kun, what are you doing out here? Sneaking over too your girlfriends house~?” Dazai speaks with his usual shut eating grin.
He knows Kunikida doesn’t have a girlfriend, if he did Dazai would’ve already taken care of that.
“Eh- No I am not. I was restless so I took a walk” Kunikida said while turning completely to face Dazai
Dazai is in his work outfit, minus the coat and tie.
On the other hand, Kunikida is dressed in some band tee that fits him more like a crop top then a regular shirt but the high waisted shorts make up for it.
Before Kunikida gets to entranced in Kunikida’s stunning figure, he speaks.
“Do you walk often when you can’t sleep?” Yes yes he does.
“As if late I have been. If I’m being honest I keep getting this weird feeling that I’m being watched you know?”
Be more careful in the future, noted.
“Well we’re are you headed?”
“There’s a park up the street I like to write at”
“Ohhh~ Kunikida-kun’s a writer now”
Kunikida rolls his eyes at the comment and continues walking. Dazai follows, more openly this time.
Once at the park Kunikida sits on a bench and pulls out his notebook. Dazai comes behind him and quietly reads what he writes.
“Didn’t expect you to be so quiet”
“Ah well reading the amazing works of my dear Kunikida- kun has me at a loss for words~”
“Whatever”
Kunikida continues to writes and Dazai still watches.
At this point hes not even reading it. Hes just simply watching the motions of his hand. The way he loosens his hold when he dots an I. The sway of his wrist when he writes his g’s. The way he moves his right hand to adjust his glasses.
It’s beautiful.
Hes beautiful.
…
About and hour later Kunikida packs up his things into the small bag he had brought.
Perring into the bag Dazai saw a recognizable box of cigarettes.
Ah, he had probably gone out for a smoke. Then cause Dazai tagged along didn’t, to uphold his reputation.
Note that down later.
While walking back to the agency Dazai was still quiet. Though Kunikida didn’t seem to mind. They went back to their own apartments after a slight goodbye.
…
Dear journal, Today I have seen what Kunikida would do if someone were to catch him on his “walks” he will simply just write. Seems he’s able to write with both hands, as he was writing with his left instead of his write. With his left the writing seemed more natural. I got yet another piece of his hair. That’s all I have to state for today.
With that Dazai closed and his the journal he taped the hair to the last page with the others.