Free Fall - Dazai Osamu x Reader

2. Chance

The first sensation you felt was warmth. It was gentle and kind as it pulled you from your sleep, making you aware of your comfortable condition before your eyes were even open.

When you did open them, the warmth revealed itself to be sunlight. It streamed through a large rectangular window, situated high to a wall on your left. You blinked as you stared into the brightness.

Feeling the need for a morning stretch, you pulled your arms toward your head, feeling the softness of a cozy blue blanket brush against your skin. You stretched your arms upwards, palms flat as you stared at the plain-looking ceiling above you.

The pleasurable stretch, warm blanket, and soft sunlight, all combined with the comfortable white futon you found yourself on to create an indescribable sense of calm. Your mind was blank, devoid of any particular thought, in the best way possible. You basked in this moment, your eyes closing again.

Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer.

Eyes shooting open, memories rushed into your brain faster than you could grasp at them. Running, blood, pleading for your life, pleading for help, much more running and much more blood. It was an unpleasant blur that ruined any chance of staying in your peaceful state.

You latched onto one particular thought: your body. The last you could remember, it was in an abysmal state, your side torn open and all of your limbs throbbing.

Instantly, your hands flew to your left side where the gaping wound should have been. Instead, all you were met with was the smoothness of skin untouched by any trace of injury.

Your hand recoiled in shock and your heart rate quickened. How could this be possible? There was no way it was. You were practically torn in half before jumping off of a balcony just hours ago. Had it all been a dream?

The question crossed your mind, but was quickly dismissed as you took in the sight of the room around you. It wasn't your room in the Mori Corporation building, the only place you'd spent the night since you were a child. The unfamiliar surroundings you now found yourself in were confirmation that you hadn't dreamt that horrible day.

Moving quickly, you sat up and pulled the blue blanket off of you, still expecting to see blood or bruising on at least one part of your body. But again, there was nothing. It was just your body, completely normal except for the cotton shirt and shorts you wore that didn't belong to you.

A small panic began rising in your throat, triggered by the foreignness of your current situation. You whipped your head around desperately, searching for anything in this strange place that you could recognize, that could reassure you that you were still you .

There was nothing, though, except for the soft outline of a figure in the other room.

Dazai .

He was laying on a couch in the adjacent living space, looking perfectly content. His legs were stretched in front of him, crossing at the ankles as his feet hung over the armrest. His hands were positioned behind his head, propping it up slightly. You noticed that he wore a similar outfit to the one you'd seen him in before, with the only addition behind a set of headphones over his ears.

His eyes were closed as you inspected him, but only for a moment. As if he could feel your eyes on him, he opened his, tilting his head to look at you.

He watched for a moment before a smile grew on his face. "You're finally awake!"

Unsure of how to respond, you sat up straighter on the futon. Your body told you to go over to him, so you pushed yourself up with your hands and tucked your legs under yourself to get to a kneeling position. As you did so, a stabbing pain began pulsing behind your eyes.