Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

Craters on the Moon

(HI IM BACK

this was a story I started, uploaded one chapter on ao3, and then deleted bcuz I didn't end up liking it. I never ended up uploading it to Wattpad though I realized and I don't wanna completely abandon it so here you go Wattpad enjoy I don't want it scrap it for all I care ANYWAYS

Soooo this one is an au where chuuya is a cancer patient bcuz I love making him suffer but I love him don't get me wrong, and dazai is a kid who gets put in the hospital for trying to commit suicide.

They get put in the same unit, and they meet on the rooftop of the hospitals building.

CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠️: mentions and depictions of attemptive suicide (its like RIGHT off the bat with it too so pls be careful reading), depictions of various illnesses such as lung cancer, underage smoking and cigarette usage, cursing lol it's soukoku what do u expect

Word count: idk like... 1200? Around there

It's not that painful, it would be painful if I chose to finish the story but y'all just get the first chapter so the ending is up to interpretation :D

Heheh enjoy <3)

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A swift, cool breeze swathed over and broke through the many tufts of wavy, dark-chocolate hair.

The boy stood atop a building, the soles of his feet halfway stiff and in place on the edge of the rooftop's ledge. Beneath, lay a large, loud and noisy highway in which many cars and semis drove seamlessly into the night, the only light being that of the many street-lanterns hung up and hovering over the long roads.

The moon is shining bright tonight, Dazai thought.

It was big, too. The craters in which we're impacted upon it were very visible to the eye, and the planet still stood tough and mighty in the deep-blue sky, flaunting its beauty for every human to bestow.

Dazai envied the moon.

He envied the moon deeply.

Sighing, the teen let his dark, almost-black eyes scan over the hundreds of cars lighting up the highway and slowly, he let his arms reach out to the both of his sides. His hands hovered in the cold night air, and he closed his eyes.

The one thing he could focus on was how his floral-designed hospital gown tickled his naked legs, and how the stings loosely holding the backs together stroked his back.

The height in which the building stood was a good 40 meters tall, so he guessed it was enough to end his life this time.

With one more deep breathe, Dazai stepped forward—

"What the fuck are you doing?"

With one foot still half-risen in the air, Dazai's eyes snapped open.

Still looking towards the highways below, he spoke. "What are you doing?"

"Uhm..." What sounded like to be another young-boy rang through the air, speaking over the loud traffic filling the sounds of the night. "...I'm having a smoke. Why the fuck are you on the ledge? Get down before you fall, idiot."

The words in which the other spoke caught the brunette a bit off guard, and he furrowed his brows. It's clear enough that he was trying to commit suicide, though this boy did not speak like any normal person would when talking to someone who's about to end their life.