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A pocky box. That was the cherry on top of the cake in this situation. A certain couple was currently together sat in a couch. The woman, F/N, had her legs resting over her boyfriend’s lap. This impish man called Dazai decided it was time to put an end to this ‘boring’ situation, even if for F/N was a very peaceful and comfortable one. He was known for teasing people, and F/N was a must.
She was cosily reading a book, so she was not paying much attention to Dazai. He will make sure to regain that attention sooner than expected. “Belladonna,” he chirped, “I have a magnificent idea! Would you like to hear it?” F/N raised her eyes from her book, rather curious about his suggestion. His expression conveyed it won’t be anything she was expecting to. “Yes, of course,” she trapped a bookmark in between the pages of the book and closed it. With a smile, she continued speaking, “what idea do you have? I’m all ears.” Oh, Dazai was enjoying this to the fullest. “How would you feel about playing with this?” He made an attempt to move, but F/N’s legs were making him unable to do so. He took them off, causing a small whine from F/N, to get up from the couch. After a few seconds, he returned with a box of pocky. Just as quickly as he took her legs from his lap, he soon placed them back on after he plumped down. “I think you know what this game is about, no?” “…Yes, I know,” F/N was half-regretting being curious half-enthusiastic about this prospect. She would never admit it out loud, though, given her nature. “If you lose we have to double suicide!” “Sure, sure.”
…
After readjusting her position, F/N still rested her legs over Dazai’s lap, but she leaned slightly over Dazai’s face, whose lips were currently holding one end of the pocky. F/N did the same, which increased her flustered state a great deal. Dazai was the first one to bit and… he ate half of the pocky. He definitely didn’t want to wait and went all in. F/N almost lost because she was going to pull back, but a hand behind her head made her not pull back. Dazai didn’t want to win so easily, it would be quite humiliating, even. Therefore, he had to help his girlfriend just this once. It was her turn, and, unlike Dazai, she ate only a little bit.
It was not unexpected that F/N and Dazai were almost kissing barely a few seconds after starting the game when Dazai was eating all the pocky himself. “I hate you,” F/N managed to mumble. “No, you don’t,” Dazai added in another mumble. “Yes, you’re right,” she made a personal record eating her biggest portion of pocky so far, making her lips brush slightly against Dazai’s. She wanted to pull back and lose, but she knew that if she lost Dazai would pester her with that double suicide. She knew her boyfriend actually tried to find for a reason to live behind those attempts. A reminder that he was human too and he was living. He was mostly tired of living, which didn’t mean he wanted to truly die, in a way. There were mixed feelings about it.
That was it for Dazai. He swiftly ate the little pocky left to meet F/N’s lips. Her response was a gasp, which ended up muffled because of his lips. The kiss was short, for Dazai pulled back with a smirk. “I win!” F/N, who was still processing what happened, looked at Dazai dumbfounded. “No you didn’t,” before Dazai could speak more, F/N wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him back to another kiss. She was shaking a little bit for doing such a thing, though she did not want to listen to Dazai’s whines at the moment. Dazai didn’t reject such an offer and kissed her back, pushing her to lie on her back in the couch they were in, her head resting atop the armrest. He had some distraction from his thoughts, at least. The previous silence was torturing his mind and the urges to empty a bottle of sake all by himself was increasing. Dazai kissed her fiercely, as if he was internally afraid she would vanish from Earth if he did not. He could have mastered the concealment of his sorrowful emotions and concealed his actions, but he would never be able to constantly maintain that mask. This is one of the times his mask slipped up to show a more frightened, desperate Dazai. He didn’t want to lose something he wanted again, just like he has always experienced (his most recent loss being Odasaku). F/N scratched Dazai’s nape, twirling his shortest locks with her index finger in an attempt to calm him down, though it may not have that effect. “I love you,” murmured F/N between their current kiss, which was leading to a full make out session. Dazai was not used to such words spoken to him so genuinely. He had been with countless women, that’s for sure, but he knew that if he broke up with F/N in this exact moment she would still hope he had a nice life. He didn’t know whether to consider her an airhead or too sensitive for her own good.
He abruptly broke the kiss because he looked a little bit flustered. How odd, F/N thought, but she will not tease him about it like he would. “Is there something wrong?” “Why did I end up with someone so cheesy…” he let out a soft sigh, although before F/N could overthink his words, he rushed to giggle. He took another pocky and placed it between her lips. “Since you insist on saying I didn’t win, I will make sure this time I win and I can finally die- hey! Don’t eat it yourself!” Dazai whined when she ate the pocky he placed on her lips by herself. “Oops, you shouldn’t have put it on my lips then,” F/N retorted happily. “I’m going to put another, this time do not eat it yourself, alright?” Dazai took another pocky, but he will have to hear one of the comments he didn’t like to hear from her. “I have eaten two pockies already, and I’ve recently gained more weight than expected, so I cannot-“ F/N was shut up with Dazai’s lips, though he quickly broke the kiss to place another pocky between her lips. He was much quicker than her reflexes, so he lifted her hands to prevent any type of instinctive reaction to take off the pocky from her lips. He pined them on each side of her head, which remained resting atop the couch’s armrest. “You have such silly thoughts, you know?” Dazai knew her struggle with food and how she tried to absolutely reject it. However, that wouldn’t happen in his presence. He preferred having a giddy, carefree tone rather than speaking about F/N’s problem in a darker light. However, that didn’t mean he overlooked them, quite the contrary actually.
Again, he started started eating the pocky, and she reluctantly did the same. This game never seemed to end because Dazai swiftly took a new pocky from the box to play again, this goofy game, and it always ended with a kiss.
…
“Aaaand done! There are no more pockies. What a shame we had a draw because I cannot double suicide like this!” Dazai was whimpering about his apparent draw with her, although he could say he had won and F/N would say he certainly had. Despite gushing and desiring a double suicide, there were still some things he had to do. In the end, F/N’s statement about not committing double suicide until they’re bedridden will become true. As if … Dazai was aware that someone like him will not die painlessly. After all his sins, God will have some problems forgiving him if he did not repent for his sins (and he still continues doing some of them).
“I didn’t want to eat them all…” cried F/N quite annoyed. “You could have stopped me, belladonna,” “How would I do so if you are pining me over the couch?” Dazai changed his resting face to a smirk with that remark, “oh? There were many ways to make me stop,” F/N’s face turned red. Dazai knew his sentence was ambiguous, which made her be able to interpret it however she wanted. “Just… just shut up,” she could not even cover her face, she wished for death to take her away right now. “Shut me up!” “That’s not going to work on me,” before F/N could keep speaking, Dazai spoke over her. “But it will on me,” and he leaned down for another kiss.
Tonight he was not drinking, surprisingly. He will maintain himself occupied teasing and having a tender atmosphere with her girlfriend. He will let himself be softer, and not so chaotic, just in situations like this one. Sometimes this lovely ambience was enough to numb his painful thoughts, at least for some time until they came back to haunt him.