“Put that down!” Kunikida shouted, punctuating the sentence with his best attempt yet at wresting the bottle of bleach from Dazai’s hands.

“What are you, my mom?!” Dazai shouted back, sticking his tongue out in what was, admittedly, a childish fashion.

“I wouldn’t have to be–” a tug, “if you stopped–” another, “acting like a damn child!”

From the corner of his eye, Dazai spotted a gloved hand shoot up. “Uh, Kunikida–” Atsushi started, the fake-brave edge to his voice obvious. ”Um, I’ll be your kid if Dazai doesn’t want to!”

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