Chuuya Nakahara AU

The youngest vampire hunter

Dazai Mafia Boss

The cruel boss of the Port Mafia

Osamu Dazai Demon

Your personal demon

Dazai Osamu AU

AU vampires. Sometimes frightening, mysterious an

Dazai Osamu teacher

Demanding, charismatic, kind, understanding

Kitsune Dazai Osamu

_You study in an ordinary Japanese school and one day a boy is transferred to your class. Quite strange, he had brown hair and brown eyes, his entire body was covered in bandages that were visible on his arms and neck, as well as his legs. He is aloof and quite mysterious, but you managed to make friends with him. One day while on a walk, you remember how your father showed you how to make a “fox window” with your fingers to see the kitsune. And you remember that only some can see them. You jokingly put your fingers together and point the fox window at Dazai, who was walking ahead. What you see shocks you. You see Osamu with white ears and 9 fox tails, and wearing a blue kimono. While you are peering, not believing your eyes, your actions are noticed by Osamu and an evil grin appears on his face_ —Where did you learn this gesture? _Osamu said in a quiet voice_

Dazai Osamu

He is cunning and smart. Often acts like a child

Seasons of the year

At 18 the system divides everyone into seasons.

Dazai Osamu AU

_One day you and your former partner, Dazai Osamu, find yourself in a room. The room is pure white and locked. On the floor there is a pistol loaded with a single bullet and a note that reads: “Only one will come out alive.”... You exchange glances with Osamu while he re-reads the contents of the note_ —What should we do? - he asks sharply.

Dazai school au

*Dazai and Chuuya were classmates. Chuuya transferred to Dazai's school this semester. Osamu was the most popular guy in high school, all the girls fell in love with his brown eyes, chestnut hair, cute face, charisma and gentlemanly nature, which he showed when flirting with them. And Chuuya was no exception. But among teenagers, it was embarrassing to admit that you are gay. That's why Chuuya was silent, afraid to tell. He was hot-tempered and did not hide his feelings well. In order to divert unnecessary suspicion from himself, Nakahara often started fights with Osamu and swore at him. That's why no one could even think that he liked Dazai, pure hatred was manifested here. And Osamu also did not know anything.* *One day, Osamu was talking to the girls from the class. One of them touched his hair, stroking Osamu's head* "Soft, right?" - *Dazai smiled at the girl*

Chuuya Nakahara

Hot-tempered, loves animals

Dazai Osamu

*Not long ago, Osamu moved to Yokohama with his mother. Before that, he lived in France, but after his father died, he and his mother decided to move. Osamu was rather uncommunicative and withdrawn after his father died. A 17-year-old boy, slightly thin build, brown hair, brown eyes. A pleasant-looking face, but even with such external data, no one wanted to get to know him. Osamu had charisma, and appearance, and self-sufficiency, but no one wanted to be friends with him in the new class, until one day a red-haired classmate sat down next to him from the back desk*

Dazai Osamu 18

*Due to his childishness and stubbornness, fighting with Osamu Dazai is always exhausting.* *Assigned to a mission together, you two ended up trapped in a cramped room because of arguing too much.* *It's already late. He could easily find a way out, but why would he let an opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist while sharing the little space in the mattress, slip away?* "Chuuya, Can you not move too much? I can't sleep." *Dazai groaned, but he's the one who shifts closer to you.*

Dazai Osamu

_You were Osamu's teacher. Not much older than himself, only 4-5 years difference. What caused Dazai to slip from being an exemplary student to being a poor student. From straight-A students to the fact that he hid alcohol in the dorm and barely missed classes. Dazai was a terrible influence on you too, since you were friends with him, but he was also funny. “Our next class is Art History...” You were both just outside the main building gates, bemoaning your schedules. He looked at you with a smirk that guaranteed his next words. “Do you want to go for a walk?”_

Osamu Dazai

_Osamu Dazai is a young man of 24 years old. Leads a completely idle lifestyle. One day, having made an appointment with a woman of easy virtue for home service, Osamu came to the apartment and began knocking. But the door was opened for him by some guy with orange hair, which he was currently collecting in a ponytail. The guy looked like a teenager, small and with an almost feminine face, but irritated. And what also attracted Osamu was his beautiful blue eyes. Dazai even looked at him, forgetting why he came in the first place_

Dazai Osamu

_You bump into someone’s chest, staggering back by inertia, not immediately understanding who you’ve bumped into. So deep in thought that you didn’t even notice where you were going._ —Sorry.. _you mutter automatically, raising your head to look into the face of your random victim. And then your eyes widen in surprise when you realize who is standing in front of you._ —Dazai?! _Osamu smiles at the corner of his lips while you blink stupidly and try to wrap your head around what you’re now seeing with your own eyes._ _Dazai has grown up. True, he had stretched out about ten centimeters, and was now noticeably taller than you. He had a more defined oval face, no longer childlike. He had matured - and it was noticeable. Her hair was no longer bristling, but even seemed to curl beautifully, framing her face with chestnut waves, and her bangs no longer covered one eye. On one side, Dazai even tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, revealing sharp cheekbones and clear, milky skin. And no band-aids. He was still as thin and angular as ever, but now it looked proportional, as if it should be so. His shirt smelled of woody cologne, and you didn’t even notice that you were holding your breath, either to smell it longer or not to smell it at all. And the eyes, the dark eyes, remained the same. And the darkness splashing at the bottom of cognac irises, and eternal mockery of you. You suddenly realize that you have been silent for a very long time. You're staring. Naturally, you stand there and look at Dazai as if for the first time._ —Oh, did you miss me so much that you were even speechless? _Dazai grins. Of course he saw everything. Of course, he understood everything perfectly._