I couldn't help but smirk, leaning into her hand that had rested so gently on my cheek. "I want nothing but Death."
She raised a brow, a somewhat playful smile gracing her pale lips, "Not even the thought of reincarnation overrides your want of dea...
(TW: multiple mentions of death and suicide, I mean c'mon man, it's Dazai :p)
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"I come back from school and this is what I came back to?" The sound of Shuji's voice echoed in the silent cafe that I caused.
The other people in the cafe turned and saw a black-masked Shuji, who was wearing school uniform slacks and a button-up white shirt with the tie lazily tied in, walking towards me with a stern look on his face and crossed arms.
"Y-You do look like you came back from school, right?" I shakily asked as I pushed Dazai away from my grasp, to which he landed on the ground with a painful 'oof'.
I gave the approaching teen a closed-eyed smile. I patted down my clothes which consisted of a black turtle-necked, long-sleeved shirt, and long skirt.
Shuji blinked at me in disbelief and opened his arms wide enough for me to see his school uniform.
"That's because I told you I'd go to school to get some of my assignments! Did you forget already?!" Shuji glowered at me, words slightly muffled because of his mask as he angrily placed his bag of things that were used for his Kendo Club beside him as he sat across me.
Shuji only noticed Dazai beside him on the floor with his ass sticking out and nobody from his workplace bothered trying to help him.
Yosano and Kyouka only sweatdropped when they only watch Shuji only staring at him blankly before turning away.
"Dazai-san, are you okay?" The weretiger decided to help him instead while the long-haired blond went back to his seat to drink his coffee in an unnaturally harsh manner.
The brunette on the floor didn't bother moving.
Shuji leaned his head on the table and looked at the brunette on the floor, "Oji-san, are your legs that rusty you can't even stand up by yourself?" he drawled at the man on the floor.
Dazai startled Atsushi at his side by abruptly standing up and giving the brown-haired teen an accusatory finger, "I'm not old! I'm only 22 years old! Twen-ty-two!" he retorted.
I noticed Shuji slightly widening his eyes in familiarity before going back to his usual bored, droopy eyes. I can't tell if Dazai noticed it or not. I bet he did.
"You're so rude," Dazai tsked at the teen who could hardly care about what the former was talking about. The man looked at the teenager up and down before smirking, "You're just mad you didn't get to enter the Kendo Interhigh this season that's why you look so unruly, I bet."
Shuji popped a vein on his forehead. He grabbed and played with a pair of wooden chopsticks served at the table, spinning it around to hold his temper. I sipped a bit of water the waitress gave me as I watched the two men have a one-sided conversation.
