A year in the life of the Ozaki-Izumi household, consisting of Port Mafia leader Kouyou and her adoptive daughter Kyouka, and all of its visitors, old and new. In which families are made, the opposite of meet-cutes are had but things work out anyway, and as the seasons change, so too do people.

“Hey, Chuuya, have you ever heard of the Ship of Theseus?”

“Are you falling asleep?” comes Dazai’s voice, almost composed but with a sharp undertone to it, an unease he can’t quite mask. “Hurry up already. I am bleeding out here, after all.” “You’re not bleeding out,” snaps Chuuya on reflex, shoving at Dazai’s wrist.

A story about Dazai, his bandages, and what's underneath them. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mention + discussions of previous self harm.

Dazai deals with loss.

Melville has always been a man of simple pleasures. But as his life grows more complicated, he starts to lose sight of the man he truly is. Margaret Mitchell finally gets a day off. Written for the BSD Lovemail Event 2020 and cross-posted from AO3.

...You You are not so cruel, you never were. Somehow, that makes it worse, doesn’t it? "To the Takeichi to my Ōba. The one who saw through the curtain of lies I hide behind."

Tecchou is very sure that Jouno looks good in red. Companion fic to Lip Balm

Dazai and Akutagawa have a conversation long overdue.

Saigiku really likes peaches. And kissing his boyfriend. Tecchou is quite happy about the new lip balm. Companion fic to Lipstick