His Angel (Dazai Osamu X Reader One-shot)

His Angel

⚠️Warning⚠️: I shall say this again, this is not a light story. I hope to bring some awareness that the happiest people sometimes suffer the worst. If you have risk of or possibility of being reminded of such traumas, please. Don't. Read. I'd rather you be happy and unknowing than read this and remember sad/bad times.

Recommended for 16+, mentions of suicide, hints of self-harm, hints of eating disorders, and there is a small lime.

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A pink sky made by the sun setting at the end of the day is beautiful to many, yet who in the world looks up at the sky enough to notice. It's always noticeable to the ones up above, staring down at the bustling city below them, or those who stare at the sky, hiding the tears threatening to fall, yet to Dazai it was revolting to look at. He never understood the beauty of the setting sun, nor the beauty of life, to him it was all dull.

Standing at the top of the building he leans forward staring at the crowds below him. He stood leaning far over that if he chose to fall he could. He very much would, only if it weren't a painful way to go. As much as he liked the idea of moving onto the next part after life, he would like to do it without pain, but if he did fall accidentally, there would be no complaint. That was until a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the only colorful part of his life, of the world he saw.

"I don't know what you're planning but we should head back to the apartment" Her voice came out hushed, her words becoming lost within the fabric of his coat she buried herself into.

Pushing himself away from the ledge he turns, placing his hands in his pockets, causing the young girl to unwrap her arms. He gives her his famous smile, the one to mask his true feelings, the one everyone saw as him just being a clown, rather than a serious, damaged young man.

"You don't have to force the smile around me, Osamu" She replies, reaching for his hand, capturing it in her own "Let's get back to the apartment, I should prepare dinner!"

"What is the plan for dinner?" He questions, tangling his hand in her own.

She puts on a thinking face, using her free hand to tap a finger to the bottom of her chin, She meets his eyes with a grin "How does udon noodles sound?"

"Anything you make is good, (Y/N)" He chuckles, this time a genuine smile on his face. Out of all of those in this world, she was the one who brought back the joy he could feel, she was the one he fell in love with, and somehow she fell for him.

Returning to the apartment felt short, even though there was silence which was filled between the two the whole way back. Right away his lover had gone straight to the kitchen, making the food they both so very much desired. Dazai has shed his trenchcoat, placing it on the back of his chair as he sat at the table, watching her cook in a daze.

"How was school today, my love?" He questions the girl so focused on her cooking. She looks at him for a second before returning her gaze to the noodles she was making.

"I was with Yosano most of the day, she helped me understand some of my school work a bit more" She smiles, setting the food in two bowls. Removing the apron and neatly hanging it on a rack hung up, she walks to the table.

Placing a bowl in front of him she grabs a laptop, resting on the counter before taking the seat across from where he sat.

"I don't understand why you would take classes to become something you very much despise," He hums, grabbing the chopsticks for his food.