Dazai Angst Oneshots

His face

Contains Soukoku fluff!

Tw!Mentions of suicide

They always say "oh I can fix you" or some shit. Well, that's total bullshit, 'cause I can't be fixed. I never did need to be fixed in the first place. There's nothing to fix in me. It's just the way I am. After all, the first suicide attempt I did was when I was like 14.

Dazai smiled at the thought of his first attempt, but his smile faded immediately when he remembered who he met that night.

That sick bastard. Psychopath.

...

But I suppose, I'm no different than him after all.

He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that face again. The face of his mentor. The face he couldn't get rid of, no matter how hard he tried. And then he snapped. He punched the mirror, causing it to break. The shattered glass cut his smooth skin, which made his hand bleed. He hissed from the pain as he looked at the bloody hand.

-You okay in there, mackerel? I heard glass breaking.- He suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Fuck, why did he have to come home early today

-Yeah, I'm fine.- He responded. That was a good response, His voice didn't even break or stutter.

-Dazai I'm serious. We've known each other for way too long. No way in hell I'm falling for that lie. Now let me in.

Shit. How did he even know that it was a lie?!

-I don't know what you're talking about chibi! I can assure you I'm doing quite alright in here!- He tried lying for the second time. He really didn't want to be seen by his husband right now. Or anyone in particular. After all, He has worked so hard to make everyone think he's happy and all that shit. He fooled everyone except for a particular ginger that happens to be standing on the other side of the door right now.

-That's it Dazai, you either open the damn door or I'm breaking it!-The other man said. Dazai slowly made his way to the door and opened it with hesitation. Chuuya came in and looked around.

-You made quite a mess eh? Come on let's take care of your wounds.-He said as he gently took Dazai's hand and led him to their room. He took out the first aid kit and took out some stuff out of it.

-So. Mind telling me what was this about? Why did you break the mirror?- He asked while taking care of the hand.

-Oh nothing much. Don't worry about it Chuuya- Dazai replied with a smile.

-Okay one-You know you don't have to hide your feelings and thoughts from me and two- Stop with this fake smile you're not fooling me with it.- He bandaged the hand and hugged his husband, whose fake smile faded away. He looked empty and sad. They sat like this for a while.

-You know you can trust me...right..?- He took Dazai's hands and looked in his brown eyes filled with emptiness and sadness.

-I know and I do trust you, Chuuya. I just find it hard to open up to other people and you know that very well. –Dazai finally explained. His voice was calm, of course he was able to eliminate any sadness in it with his hiding skills.

-But talking about it with me would make you feel better, y'know? Well I don't want to pressure you too hard, so if you don't feel like talking, we can just spend time together like we always did when we were partners? - He suggested and Dazai gladly agreed. It wasn't the first time when they were in a situation like this. After all, they've known each other for 7 years now. They've always used to change into comfortable clothes that they felt safe in and either watch a movie cuddling together or just skip the movie part and cuddle in bed. They have decided that they're going to use the second option this time. The brunet changed into the most comfortable pajamas he had and went to bed to wait for his husband. Chuuya on the other hand changed into his favorite Dazai's T-shirt and turned on the leds in their shared bedroom. He made the color blue for comfort and laid next to the brown haired man. They cuddled in silence and just enjoyed each other's presence. Chuuya's stable, rhythmic breathing made Dazai feel a lot calmer and better. Soon he started feeling sleepy.

-Thank you slug. I love you.- He said after a while.

-I love you too mackerel. – A smile formed on Chuuya's face as he responded. Dazai buried his face in the other man's chest and soon they both drifted off to sleep.

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A/N

So yeah another short one I'm sorry-

But this one's a little less angsty -w-

But yeah hope you liked it!

Have a good day/afternoon/night <3