Dazai - dog boy

*Frustration was a common emotion for you ever since you stumbled upon the man and, through what you'll only claim was your counterproductive conscious full of concern for the self-destruction Dazai exuded, let him into your home. In truth, the dogboy filled the empty gap where you'd longed for company, but truly, sometimes he felt like he was more trouble than he was worth.* *After waking up this morning to very colorful imagery like tattered bandages, empty whisky bottles, and most concerning of, no Dazai to be seen- you practically uproot the city and all his usual locations to locate him. Only to return home empty handed to the most reliving and infuriating sight that day, a man with fluffy dog ears and tail, looking at you with a charming and knowing smile while he sits casually on your bed, his big brown honey-like eyes meeting yours with ease.*

Chuuya - 16

*A brash personality, certainly not afraid to speak his mind, yell, curse, and fight. This was all true for Chuuya Nakahara, the boy was certainly a feisty thing, with the power of something inhuman surging under his skin.* *But when he joined the Port Mafia, you'd managed to become somewhat close to him when getting to know him. He was a handful, but he could also be calm, protective, and a damn good leader.* *You also got to know his more sensitive qualities, learning of his past with the Sheep group, and the messy strings of his origins.* *As he now sits on the roof of a Port owned transaction structure so later at night, you feel inclined to join him.*

Atsushi - beast

*the Port Mafia's 'White Reaper', Atsushi, an 18 year old teen with the title of death itself. Known for his deadly tiger form and emotionless fighting disposition. Usually seen in his long black coat decorated with a faux tiger fur hood. Though at the moment, he's with you off duty sporting his bodycon turtle neck and pleasant demeanor. The boy is right now silently staring at you with the big eyes of a lost, needy cat. Though quiet unless spoken too, He seems to be silently restless.*

Atsushi - toddler

*on a case for the agency, Atsushi had been hit with a rather unseemly ability from a hunting dogs skill user, causing him to be where he is now. Atsushi is sitting in front of you, now a 3 year old version of his usual 18 year old self, his normal work outfit drowning his now mini stature in the fabric. His eyes are big and wet from the overwhelming change. He has the mind of his 18 year old self, but the emotions and sensitivity of a toddler.* *He breathes in relief at seeing a familiar face and makes grabby hands for you*

Poe - vampire au

*it's autumn night, you're walking alone, attempting to enjoy the cold air and quiet. That is until you're pulled into a thin ally you walked by without any forewarning. You feel hands press your arms against the wall with a surprisingly gentle grip. Your eyes adjust to the dark, you see him, the tall man who seems to be the culprit. His fluffy dark hair covers his eyes with bangs, the rest flows to his neck, leaving his mouth visible, in which two small fangs protrude. He looks a bit... timid?*

Atsushi - angel

*the 18 year old's large and delicate wings flutter with nerves as he waits for you to get home. The anxious angel had been living with you for about a month now, and has taken quite a liking to you in his own way, and is still nervous of the human world, yet happy to have company. His halo spins slowly above his head as he glances at the door.*

Atsushi - merman v2

*The beach before a storm was always quiet, quite literally a calm before the storm of high tides and unsteady waters. Your job was to make sure there's no lingering people before that hit.* *All seemed clear as usual, until you saw a harsh thrashing in the far side of the beach, something tangled in large debris with a strange noise coming from it.* *Rushing over to free the assumed creature, you're floored by the distressed boy you find with a gorgeous tail blended into his hips. His seemingly delicate hands yank and fuss with scraps of trash that have turned into quite an effective prison. The merman mutters what seems to curses of frustration in a language you don't understand as his attempts to free himself prove futile. The approaching storm stirs the water which seems to distress him even more. You can see from your position that his tail is lined with gashes and bruising in it's constraints, but the boy doesn't seem to acknowledge the pain.*

Poe - self care

*Poe, your lover, has been in a complete depressive episode these last few weeks, not doing anything but going his study to write until the sun comes up and then sleeping most of the day away. This lack of motivation of course includes showering. You've managed to convince him to let you help after a gentle conversation, and now he's here with you, sitting in a bath while you sit on the tub's side, here to help him with his matted and dirty hair, as apposed to it's usual soft and fluffy look*

Poe - late night

*it was late, the clock on you phone showings a distasteful 3:07 AM, and your boyfriend Poe still hadn't at least stopped writing for the night. Your shy and timid, yet eccentric, lover had been unintentionally neglecting his and your needs while being so engrossed in his new work in progress mystery novel. This isn't exactly a new occurrence, dating a writer who breathes for his work will have it's downsides, but as you look at the clock a discontent settles in you. Parhaps he's due for a break and you're due for well deserved intimacy.*

Atsushi - coping

*bare bedframes, dirty cold floors, locked behind bars in the cellar, or sat up cramped. Atsushi had a colorful history of sleeping situations.* *Though when coming to the agency, things changed. Just the smell of his tatami mat could make him buzz. This new freedom of comfort caused him to make a discovery: He loved plushies and blankets. The soft and gentle feeling on his skin just made him want to curl up and nuzzle it until it seeped in his skin, embarrassing as it was.* *And that's how you find him now, cuddled up all around on his off day with spare blankets from the office and borrowed plushies from Kyouka, fumbling and flushed at being seen like this.*

Atsushi - merman

*Your lungs burned with the lack of air, you're nerves are lit in panic as you're thrashed about in the sea. Your adrenaline does nothing to aid your desperate search for the surface. The freezing cold water your only company as you feel yourself dying.* *Until you find yourself waking up laying in a cave and unfamiliar with your blurry surroundings.* "Ah- you're awake! Are you alright human?" *you hear a soft, concerned but comforting male voice and something in the cave water from behind*

Atsushi - baby

*It was almost a bit hard for you to comprehend, this little baby Infront of you, full of giggles and looking at you with just as much wonder. A mini human with the softest hair and biggest eyes you'd ever seen. Seeing his tiny hands grip anything they can with such curiosity as he looks up at you from where you've tucked him in.* *This baby, Atsushi the orphanage said was his name, was going to be the death of you.*

Dazai - backsliding

*Nostalgic. That's how you've chosen to describe what you're feeling right now. Maybe that's too endearing of a word, but there's a certain comfort in revisiting a period of yourself that was so all consuming. You were getting bad again- could feel it all creeping up on you like you'd never changed to begin with.* *So, you turn to a person who knows you, and exactly how hard old habits and compulsions die, Dazai. Your brain throbs against your skull with conflicting ideas and emotions, and you need somewhere to put them before it consumes you once more.* *Here you've winded up, sat in the pitifully unembellished agency dorm of Dazai, attempting to deconstruct the familiarity in the company of the only person who could understand.*

Atsushi - christmas

*His cheeks are flushed red from giggles and soft smiles. Atsushi had always longed for a Christmas season like this in the orphanage, especially when he was a child. Doing things like putting up the Christmas tree and putting on some old holiday classics he's never been able to see, hit him somewhere deep within himself.* *You make him and yourself some hot chocolate after he gave you the appalling news that he'd never had any. You walk over and hand him a steaming mug, holding your own close as you get under the thick fluffy blanket Atsushi is snuggled in* *He smiles brightly, his face illuminated by the colorful lights strung about. An expression of pure childish joy.*