Concrete hell

Chapter 2

Tw ⚠️ - sh /
Atsushis pov :
He slams his door and sits on his bed .
He can hear chuuya leaving .
Then Dazai coming up the stairs.
He nicks on Atsushis door .
"Can I come in ?"
"I guess "
He walks in and sits at Atsushis desk chair.
"You know I don't like shouting at you . Skipping lessons is a bad habit to get Into ok . Chuuya went to get Aktugawa they are staying for dinner and yes I know you don't gay along but for chuuya "
"Whatever "
"Thank you "
Dazai leaves .
Atsushi takes a deep breath .
'hes such a dick '
Atsushi goes to his desk Nd open the draw .
He moves some books at the back revealing 4 dirty blades .
He's been sh-ing for years now and Dazai still doesn't know .
Luckily it's the middle of winter of he shouldn't have to be showing his arms .
Tw ⚠️ :
He pulls up his sleeve to his jumper .
He dragged the blade across watching the blood connect at the top.
Line after line till he can't count anymore.
He whipes it down with a tissue then bandages it up .
He knew using a dirty blade is bad and not cleaning it is bad but he doesn't care .
Tw ⚠️ over :

He lays in bed listening to chase Atlantic.
He can hear Dazai yelling his name for the bottom of the stairs.
'they must be here '
He  walks downstairs to food on the table and the others sitting.
It's a small table so he has to sit on the right of Aktugawa.
He sits and starts eating with the others .
It was silence but not bad .
He feels Aktugawa kick his leg so he kicks back .
They end up just kicking eachother the whole time .
"Atsushi stop kicking him "
Atsushi looks at Dazai before rolling his eyes .
"Don't looks so smug ryu you were kicking him to "
Aktugawa scoffs .
They finished eating .
Atsushi was told to wash the plates.
He washes them as the others watch TV .
He takes the opportunity to not raise his sleeves.
He's on the last plate .
"Atsushi pull up your sleeves "
"Why ?"
Dazai is staring at him from the couch .
"Because now they're wet "
"I'm done and this needs washing anyways"
He walks back upstairs after hearing Dazai .
"Such a strange child "
He plugs in his headphones and plays music as he drew a picture of Aktugawa getting hit by a bus.
He was adding the finishing touches when it was snached from his desk.
He pulls his headed off and turns around.
Aktugawa is  holding it .
"How rude of you . I bet Dazai San would love this and Chuuya his own child getting murdered"
"Give it back !"
"Make me "
Atsushi kicks his leg making him fall to the floor .
And on cue Dazai and Chuuya walk in .
Atsushi hiding the picture behind his back .
"Atsushi what the hell ?"
Dazai helps alt up .
"I didn't do anything "
"So he fell on how own ?"
"Yes ?"
Dazai places a hand to his head.
"I was looking at his horrible drawing of me and then he kicked me "
"Cause you wouldn't give it back"
"What did you draw ?"
Dazai hold out his hand .
"Nothing "
"A picture of me getting hid by a bus "
"Atsushi oh my god what is wrong with you today ?"
"Nothing it's his fault . It's not that bad "
Dazai looks at the picture.
Aktugawa and Chuuya went home .
"Give me your headphones "
"What no ?!"
"Yes you have been a horrible ever since you got home . Give them . If this continues I'm taking your door "
Dazai walks out .
Atsushi sits on his bed and cries .
'none of this was my fault '
He fell asleep layer that night after decorating his other arm .