𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

time is finite, your slumber is not

Dazai Osamu has died.

Chuuya laughs, shaking his head at such a preposterous statement. If there was anything that idiot was good at, it was dodging death no matter how ridiculous the chances were of dying. He hasn't died, he's just such an asshole who won't tell people his plans and run off without a word, that's all.

He could be thrown into a blackhole and he still would survive.

"That's stupid." He murmurs, "You're stupid. You can't honestly make me believe you've went on to hell all by yourself, you idiot." Dazai has always yammered on about passing on holding a beautiful woman's hand as he takes his final breath, and now he's apparently jumped off a building with a smile?

Not a chance.

Dazai has concocted the most abnormal plans to keep living, in a fight against his brother and his former partner, then Dostoevsky, a harsh battle between himself—

"Not a chance." He parrots like a broken wind-up doll. Since he has run off to nowhere, Chuuya doesn't need permission to wear his clothes. It's been abnormally cold these days with winter and all, so he wears Dazai's oversized tan jacket that's sizes too big for him and his bolo tie replacing the accessory on his chest. This is just payback for all those times Dazai spent his money on unnecessary things, like those bandages of his.

"You always slept like you were a dying man."

He recounts dreamily, "It was rare, but whenever you had fallen asleep near or on me, you'd hold on like I was your last life line, like your survival depended on me solely." these transgressions of his were very annoying. "My clothes always ended up having little tears or holes on them because I'd try so hard to get away from your sticky hands." Latching onto everything Chuuya was and ever had, like the leech he always was.

It was as if time was suspended, stuck inside an endless winter. Life continued on for others though, despite the setback. Everyday was cold and depressing, and he briefly remembered the time Dazai said he'd have everything Chuuya ever owned.

He must have stolen his soul.

"What kind of curse have you inflicted upon me, huh, Mackerel? How'd you make me feel hollower than before?" He demands an explanation, an answer, but since Dazai is so stubborn, he stays quiet. Ever since he realized that there was a chance he wasn't even human, but just a vessel for a god, he'd always felt like he was missing something. Humanity, maybe.

Now, that feeling has been increased by a thousandfold.

One day, he sees Tachihara fanning himself and sweating, and Chuuya gawks. That was the only logical reaction though, considering he was acting like it was summer instead of a cold freezing winter that requires Chuya to stay at home under the covers with Dazai's ugly tan coat.

"Chuuya-san, are you okay? Your eyes are bloodshot..."

"A mackerel splashed water all over them, you don't need to worry."

It's unfortunate really, due to the sheer freezing temperatures these days, Chuuya can no longer operate at work properly, and the freezing air has somehow made it to his room under the blankets and makes Chuuya tear up. It's astonishing to see how nobody talks about how cold it is.

It was as if the sun didn't shine anymore.

And no one could care less.

just watched s4, chuuyas so hot he rocked my world within his 12.73 seconds of screen time. Him in the op bro🙏🙏