O Acquaintance, Grantors Of Dark Disgrace, Do Not Wake Me Up Again.

I imidietly imagined Dante with the dad sneeze

Vanitas: For the 100th time, Noè and I are just bestfriends!

Dante: [sneezes]

Dante: Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.

If few of these balls is boba

It means that one is boob?

dazai who needs glasses for distance, but never wears them.

chuuya who has matching compression gloves with kunikida.

dazai who sets up dates.

kunikida who doesnt quite understand his own issues, but gets that theres something wrong with him.

chuuya and dazai, who really do try and help kunikida find out whats wrong.

no diagnosis is given, not yet, but its a start.

Yes

chuuya's my scruffy cat and i haven't drawn him in a while so here's soukoku being dumb

Happy Valentines Day!

I was still undecided on who to pick but my partner has had her heart set on FinxSebastion from the start. Blame her.

Bonus:

more t4tskk because i need to make more of them

And then it would be chuuya and dazai that try to assure kunikida that he doesnt need to save everyone. That he didnt fail his ideals.

no but do you understand. kunikida being the one person who sees both dazai and chuuya as irrevocably human. dazai and chuuya each see the other as human but don't have the same faith in themselves. but kunikida. kunikida getting close with both of them, and finding the humanity in both of them. everyone else is so far away, so far below, everyone else sees the untouchable Double Black. everyone else sees the wake of their destruction, the craters left by chuuya's ability, the meticulous plans set up and executed by dazai, the infallible partnership that could level city blocks and take out entire organizations. everyone else sees them as gods, and dazai and chuuya see themselves as monsters, but kunikida--

kunikida sees them after the comedown. he sees dazai on his bad days, when he can't even drag himself out of bed, when it's more painful to hold himself back from jumping in the river than just letting the water fill his lungs. he sees chuuya post-corruption when everything hurts and dazai's touch is the only relief and he's vulnerable and willing to ask for help instead of just taking whatever it is he needs. he's seen them laugh at stupid jokes (both each other's and his own), he's seen them throw popcorn at each other during movie nights, he's seen them during the quiet moments when there's no performance, when they can just relax. he's seen chuuya without the hat and gloves, and he's seen dazai without the bandages. he's seen their pasts laid out on their skin in every scar. he's heard some of the stories and inferred others. he's seen them as Double Black too, of course - he saw the destruction caused after the dead apple incident and he's seen the darkness that lingers in dazai's eyes and he's seen chuuya come home with blood on his clothes and a grim expression on his face. but he's also seen chuuya half-asleep wearing a shirt that's too big for him and he's seen dazai light up at something as simple as kunikida making an extra cup of tea for him. he's seen the destruction caused in their wake, but he's also felt their hands on his skin, gentle, holding him like he's something precious. he's seen beneath the surface, and knows that they are neither gods nor monsters; they are just two humans who have never been told that is all they ever need to be.

Tbh i would also smile dying knowing that the one to kill me would be my friend

the absolute ADMIRATION with which fukuchi looks at fukuzawa?????? dear lord. HIS EYES. AND FUKUZAWA'S. THEY ARE SOOO LIGHT I'M GONNA PUKE THESE TWO ARE TOO MUCH. fukuchi's literally smiling knowing he's gonna get killed in a second at hands of his oldest friend.

war never changes

THINKING ABOUT CHUUYA...

he takes pride in acting your personal heater. being the vessel of an entity of chaos means chuuya naturally run a few degree's hotter than the average human, go figure! obviously he’s gonna use that fact to his advantage. he just adores looking after his darling.

is there a slight chill in the air ? he's already lacing your fingers together and tugging you closer to his side. chuuya's favourite move is bringing your hands to his lips, letting his warm breath heat your skin before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. and you bet your cute butt he's gonna be giving you that shit eating grin of his because he knows it’d fluster you.

or maybe it's a night that’s colder than the two of you anticipated. thankfully, you have a 5'3 furnace by your side. he's right behind you, one arm acting as your pillow while the other wraps around your midriff to press you back against him. or he's pulling you to his chest; letting you snuggle into the crook of his neck while his fingers card lazily through your hair. you always end up as a cozy mess of tangled limbs by morning.

or or or ! if the enviroment doesn't exactly allow for such physical displays of affection, he's still got a way to keep you toasty. he doesn't miss a beat when he catches you shiver slightly, even though he's in work mode, discussing the latest operation with his underlings. he shrugs off his coat to wrap over your shoulders without breaking conversation, squeezing you lightly as he does so. his coat is always warm with the heat left from his body, and it smells like home.