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December 21st

“I’ve never celebrated Christmas.”

It comes out completely devoid of emotion, but that due in part that the others had begun to converse about the subject and well. The swell of emotion that crushed your lungs was nearly too much to bear, so you disassociated rather violently in the span of 5 minutes, and when questions and attention swing around to you, the words bounce off your tongue and ring hollowly in the air. Everyone goes silent, but you keep your attention to the report in front of you, your face utterly blank.

“You’ve never WHAT?!”

The shriek splits the air and you look up in surprise, blinking rapidly.  Dazai stands in front of your desk, eyes wide in disbelief. “I’ve never...celebrated...Christmas…” You repeat slowly, more hesitant than you were five seconds ago. “No, I heard you, it’s just-- that simply will not do Atsushi-kun!” He shakes his head and corrects you, a dramatically apprehensive look crossing over his face. You raise your hand to wave him off and halt what could very likely be a disaster in the making, when he perks up. You see the metaphorical light bulb light up and you cringe (as does Kunikida), and brace yourself for the storm that’s ready to reign hell down on all it passes.

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December 22nd

You give a nervous chuckle at Kunikida’s fuming figure. He’s pacing furiously around the office, phone pressed to his hear. “That damn Bandage-wasting-Device! Where is he? Why the hell won’t he pick up the phone? He better not be doing one of his crazy suicides again!” He snarled, snapping it shut and tossing it on his desk before he throws it at a wall in his frustration. “I’m sure he’s fine.” You placate, and you ignore the anxiety building in your own chest. He wouldn’t really be out there trying to hurt himself again would he…? You excuse yourself and exit the office, phone in hand.

It rings a total of three times before he picks up with an overly cheery “Atsushi-kun~!” You sigh in relief at the sound of his voice, and smile. “What the matter, Atsushi-kun? Is there something wrong?” He asks, and you shake your head before reminding yourself that he can’t see you. “No, I’m just checking on you because you haven’t been answering Kunikida-san’s phone calls.”

“Oh, I’m doing that on purpose.”

“Dazai-san…”

“He’s blown a gasket hasn’t he? Tell him it’ll give him heart problems!!”

“That’s a lie isn’t it?”

“Well of course, Atsushi-kun, what type of person do you think I am?”

You fail at stifling a snicker and Dazai chuckles at the other end of the line. “Hey, Atsushi-kun, could you do me a favor?” He asks, suddenly serious, and you blink in curiosity at his sudden change in tone. Then your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Will this favor cause me any bodily harm?”

“No.”

“Then, maybe.”

“Atsushi-kuuuuunn!!” He whines dramatically, and you give in, because you know he’d be flashing you with the puppy dog eyes, and you cave simply at the mental image of falsely teary chocolate brown eyes. “I need you to come to the agency at 7:30 PM sharp on Christmas Eve. No earlier, No later, understood?” He orders, and you nod tersely, before giving verbal affirmative. “Alright.”

“Okay, Bye-Bye Atsushi-kun!!”

“Ah, Dazai-san I have one last question though?”

“Hmm??”

“What is Christmas Eve?”

“.........”

“Dazai-san?”

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December 23rd

Nothing much has happened today. Kunikida dismissed you early with no real reason other than that he’d been nursing a migraine caused by all the work that had piled up in Dazai’s absence. “Stupid Bandage-mongrel. I’d be glad for the peace if it didn’t give me so much extra work.” Yet he still waved you off when you’d volunteered to help, so instead you’d headed back to the apartment, Kyouka in tow. You spent the day putting up decorations Naomi and Tanizaki had given you as soon as they’d heard of your lack of such decorations. You’ve never seen so much tinsel in your life. Putting up the small Christmas tree and decorating it was fun though. You did however have to foil all of Kyouka’s elaborate traps in her attempt to capture Santa.

(She did have to cut you down from where you hung upside down from a tree.)

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December 24th

You sighed in relief as you entered the warmth of the cafe beneath the agency. Kyouka shook herself slightly to rid herself snow that had collected on her shoulders before it melted on her jacket. You checked the time-- 7:20-- and tugged her forward as you hurried up the steps to the agency. Being that they were on the top floor, scaling the stairs would in fact take you 10 minutes.

Once at the top, you stopped at the door, suddenly nervous. Did Dazai have something awful schemed? This wouldn’t be the first time he pranked you, though you could never stay mad at him for long. Kyouka gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as if sensing your apprehension, and you have her a smile before twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open.

7:30PM

“Surprise!!!!”

You squeaked in shock as white confetti and noise assaulted your senses. The lights flickered on and you blinked rapidly at the members that stood in front of you with bright smiles and tacky sweaters. Dazai stepped forward-- his sweater had a reindeer with such a large nose in a garish red color, it was comical-- and pressed a santa hat to your head. Pulling off your scarf you blinked in surprise as he grinned at you. “Merry Christmas, Atsushi-kun~!”

“Dazai-san, I thought you said today was Christmas Eve.”

He huffed in reply and instead ushered you further inside.

You’d never had so much fun in your life.

Presents were exchanged -- you were absolutely appalled to find that you were supposed to buy presents for everyone, but was quickly reassured that this was your first Christmas and all about showing you the ropes before letting you loose. You nearly cried with the first present given to you, and struggled to hold in tears before failing miserably by present 5. You silently vowed to buy everyone the best presents next year. You’d indulged yourself in a feast of Christmas sweets and one too many bowls of chazuke before Yosano had pulled out the alcohol and dragged everyone into a drinking contest. Suffice to say, you were filled with warmth that you couldn’t entirely credit to happy feelings.

And then, as you’d wandered toward the sweets table to eat another cookie, something small and fuzzy dropped in your hazy vision. You blinked furiously, and cleared away the haze before you found yourself staring at...a plant on a string? “Huh?” You mumbled in confusion, glancing around before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You turned and came face to face with hazy brown eyes and a drunken smile. “Look Atsushi-kun~ We’re standing beneath the mistletoe~ You know what that means, right?” He purred, and you felt your entire being flush at the seductive tone in his voice. “Actually, no I don’t…” You mumbled, trying to control the warmth that was blossoming in your chest and refusing to credit it to anything but alcohol. “Well then I’ll tell you! You see, the rules with mistletoe is that when two people stand beneath it, they cannot move until they kiss! We’re stuck under the mistletoe, Atsushi-kun!” His arm slid around your waist and pressed you flush against him. You felt your throat close up in shock and you gulped as your heart pounded. “I…” You mumbled, face hot, and your vision tunneling until all you could see was him. He frowned slightly, and drew back. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He assured, pulling back as if he thought you didn’t want to kiss him. Which, with all the alcohol in your system tossing caution out the window, you decided that you did. You wanted to kiss him. You really, really did.

So that’s exactly what you did.

Rolling onto the balls of your feet slightly, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his. He startled, and you jerked backwards, feeling like you made a huge mistake, but his arms wrapped around you and pulled you forward and his mouth was on yours and if you died right now you’d die happy. It was sweet, and sloppy from the amount of alcohol in your system, and he turned and caged you against a wall that you hadn’t noticed was there before licking his way into your mouth eagerly. You gave a squeak as his tongue brushed the roof of your mouth, and felt a moan vibrate in your throat before Yosano’s shout to “Get a room you lovebirds!” caused you to break a part. “Dazai! I won’t have you defiling our subordinates!” Kunikida slurred from where he was on the floor, but he was too drunk to stand. Dazai, as flushed as he was in the face, sent a shark-toothed simper his way, waggling his eyebrows before promptly sweeping you away from the Agency, with cat-calls and reassurances that Kyouka would be spending the night with Yosano trailing behind you.

You don’t know whose apartment you’d ended up in. All you knew was Dazai’s mouth hot against yours, hands all over your clothes, and then underneath your shirt, and then on bare skin. He was pressed against you, between your legs, and your mouth chanted his name like a mantra that refused to quit when his mouth wasn’t devouring you from the inside-out. Alcohol purged most discomfort you may have felt, and then all you could feel was him in his entirety, and your throat was raw from practically screaming in pleasure, and when it shoved you over the delicate precipice, all you knew was him, and the world and all it’s problems seemed miniscule compared to the all encompassing force that was Dazai Osamu.

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December 25th

You were roused by the blinding sunlight, your pounding head, and soft lips pressing butterfly kisses to your eyelids. You gave a soft whine, eyes fluttering open, your entire being melting under the adoration in Dazai’s dark brown eyes. He kissed you sweetly on the lips, before diving down to your neck and nibbling just underneath your ear. You giggled and squirmed, not minding your bare body, or his, and you lifted his head for another kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Atsushi.” He whispered when you pulled apart, eyes soft and sparkling with a warmth that you felt thrilled to know that it was reserved for you only. You have a soft smile.

“Merry Christmas, Dazai.”