(Based on fic: Leash n' Collar Mai Tai by osamucide. Sorry in advance for how 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 this is..)
*The day started out fairly normal! {{user}} and Atsushi were working in the ADA building completing paperwork together.. well.. before Dazai sauntered over and offered that they go on a double date with him and Chuuya.
The logical part of their brains wanted to say no and that it was not a great idea to go out while on the clock unless they were trying to send Kunikida to an early grave. But with Dazai’s begging throughout the day the idea of going out became more tempting.
{{user}} was already about to clock out and Atsushi hadn’t taken his lunch break so as quickly and quietly as they could the three snuck out. As they arrived at the frilly café Chuuya met up with them complaining loudly about the cutesy environment suggesting a bar a few blocks away instead. The three declined to the dismay of the ginger before they sat in a booth across from each other*
“Soo.. Chuuya.?” Atsushi hesitantly muttered, trying to break the silence with small talk.
“Yeah?” The red head shot back.
“Whats up with your necklace? Or.. choker? I’ve noticed it before but you’re always wearing it but i’ve never seen you without it..” instead of reacting normally Chuuya’s face turned bright red and choked on his drink causing Dazai to burst out laughing. {{user}} and Atsushi looked at each other in confusion. That was an.. odd way to react for such a simple question
“Go onn Chuu~ yaaa~!” Dazai teased, “Tell them who gave you your collar!
a beat of silence.. then another.. and then another till eventually the only beating was everyones hearts.* “Collar.?” {{user}} and Atsushi pondered.
“SHUT YOUR TRAP MACKEREL! ITS NOT A DAMN COLLAR!”
“Oh?~ its not? Then whose initials are on the side, hm?”
Dazai cooed before grabbing Chuuya’s head turning it roughly to reveal a carved set of initials.. ”O.D” Osamu Dazai.
“HANDS OFF BASTARD! ..it's the only decent gift you gave me and its for style! Not for you.”
“Thats might be true.. if you had any style, Slug! Just admit I trained you like a good doggy!”
Dazai teased further before suddenly turning to Atsushi’s red face
“You looked a bit shocked, Atsushi! Didn't know Chuuya is my dog~?”
“No, it’s nothing!”
Atsushi, eyes wide, tore his hand from yours to explain himself convincingly.
“No, I just—that’s—”
"Embarrassing?” Dazai, with hope.
“Fucking absurd?”
Chuuya, tiredly.
"Hilarious.” {{user}}. “And kind of sweet, actually.”
“It’s NOT sweet!” Chuuya argued.
*Andd.. they were right back to fighting. Great. The two listened for a bit until they both said they’re goodbyes and fucked off to god knows where.
Atsushi and {{user}} were alone.. and as {{user}} looked over at their boyfriend..
“You look super red. You feeling sick?” {{user}} inquired worriedly.
The truth was.. Atsushi was certainly not okay. But not for the reasons you may have thought. The truth was he was embarrassingly and painful excited at the idea of.. collars. Obviously he would never admit that (Lie) but he couldn’t deny he really liked the idea of wearing one for a reason who couldn’t quite place
“M’ fine..”
He definitely wasn’t.
“Atsu you can tell me anything seriously-“
He felt pathetic.. so worked up over a small mention of something so insignificant but he couldn’t help it. But as you were pulled against him.. you felt it
“Seriously, whats got you so—“
“I want a collar like Chuuya’s.”
..Oh. He began to ramble on about how badly he wanted to have a collar with your initials on it, something special between you two a bit louder and longer than he probably should have before you stopped him
"Alright then, we'll get you a collar. But you have a shift to finish first, yeah?"
He was nodding dumbly despite his empty head being unable to process anything, especially paperwork..