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Osamu Dazai was an enigma to everyone.
Once upon a time you thought had it figured out, that you held the key to every wink and every twisted smile he had, that you knew the part of him that was kept under the bandages. After all, he was the one with the key to your bedroom and heart. You’d stopped counting the sleepless nights spent in missions where your back arched off the bed with a broken moan as you came under his touch.
But then he left one day. It was so sudden, before that there was you and him, the legendary duo of the port mafia and all that stayed after he left was a burned car and rage. You felt foolish, why did you think he’d never left you with a broken heart?
Time passed, two years to be precise. Now other people shared your bed, never for too long, the feeling of their lips on your neck could never equate the one that Osamu left in his wake. Now you told yourself that you were over him, you stopped chasing his shadow in every public place of Yokohama. Now you felt like you could try to find yourself again.
If that was the case, then why did you react that way when you heard that you’d have to work with him again?
Osamu Dazai wanted to be an enigma for everyone.
But you. He’d remember all too well his time at the port mafia and you, the one who haunted all of his sleepless night. Sure, he’d tried to forget about you every time he drowned in the countless bottles of whisky that littered his floor, every time he invited a woman back to his place. But your face kept coming back to him, maybe it was because he was too drunk to ignore the hole that filled his chest with regrets or maybe it was because the woman, he invited looked like you … What could he say, he had a type.
And he had foolishly thrown away his hopes to be with you, to touch you like he used, to feel you like he needed it. And to be honest, he was getting more and more tired of denying he needed you.
So, when he heard that he’d get to work with you for the agency’s sake… he was more than pleased.
You were a weak woman, all that you needed was his mouth saying your name before you turned weak in the knees. Could you be blamed though? He did really look good in that new outfit of his.
“Did you miss me?” he whispered softly as he gently kissed your neck, he still knew the spots that made you react like he wanted you to. A mischievous grin spreading on his lips as he heard your sighs under his bites and kisses. Oh, how he was enjoying this little reunion… Osamu had missed teasing you during those moments…
What was supposed to be a work meeting had quickly escalated in something else as alcohol glasses were shared, easing the resentment you had over him and accentuating just how much you two had missed each other. Truth to be told, neither you nor him could truly say who had kissed the other first. But it didn’t matter now.
Not when he had his head in between your thighs and you were tugging on his hair, begging for him to keep going, to stop teasing you like he always did. Of course, he was enjoying this, it was the game you always played together: him riling you up the best way he could and then pretending he was an angel. Osamu always had that bit of sadism in him.
Osamu was a weak man, but only when it came to you.
When he saw you sleeping there, half naked as the sheets did little to cover up your breasts and the marks, he left there the night before, something in him shifted. And so, unlike usual, he stayed. If it had been another woman, he would’ve left already, slipping out of bed as if nothing happened. But it was you. The only one who saw what scars he kept hidden under his bandages, the only one who could make this heart of his a home.
Weirdly enough, he heard Odasaku’s voice in the back of his head, pleading for him to live and be happy, would he approve of him staying in bed this morning? Osamu thought he would. And with that thought he closed again his eyes, going back to sleep against you.
Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe this was a mistake… Whatever you’ll both pay for it in the morning, for now it was worth it.