dear freaking jerk.

29.4.20

Did your father ever yelled at you, blaming you for smoking in your room?

Has your sister ever took your clothes without you knowing?

Did your mother tell you "you used to love me back then" or no?

There must be something in the air that makes you the easiest target.

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"Dazaiii"
"When are you coming?"
Sent: 19:35

"Hello? You there?"
Sent: 19:38

"Dazai are you coming to get me?"
Sent: 19:42

"You could've just told me if you were going to set me up"
"Jerk"
Sent: 19:49

"Dazai are you okay?"
Sent: 19:57

***1 missed calls***
***2 missed calls***

"Hello???"
Sent: 20:12

"Forget it. I'm going to sleep."
Sent: 20:38

Warm tears are soaking into the pillows. It's been more then an hour and Chuuya had enough.

It's not fair how everything goes against him. How everyone he takes a liking to just.. leaves.

It's not fair!

It's not fair..

Chuuya thinks about brown hair and eyes, warm body and scars.. he thinks about the black car and the seven eleven.

And it hurts so bad.

Why always him?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door

Dazai!?

Chuuya opened the door

"Mark? What are you-"

It's gone black.

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Dazai looks at the screen. He reads the messages again, and again and again.

Jerk.

Goddamit! Why does he feel this way? Why!? How can he feel so angry and numb at the same time!?

Chuuya..

Dazai picks the phone up, he's going to throw it on the wall but he just can't do it.

Dazai gets up, pulls his shoes and takes a jacket over his pj's

Chuuya.

The drive was long. Too long for his liking. The light inside the house was on, shone bright white.

Chuuya.

Dazai got out of the car and walked to the door, it wasn't closed all the way.
Slowly, Dazai pushed it open.

Chuuya.

It was silent. Everything felt frozen. Dazai walked inside the house and turned to the right, looking at the living room. A chair was in the middle instead of the desk

"Chuuya!"

Chuuya screamed, his mouth was covered but a sound came through Dazai turned around

Bang!!

"Gah!" Dazai fell to the floor, being shot at the shoulder in close range.
Dammit!

Dazai looked at his shooter

"It seems even the port mafia's boss have feelings. And to think it's for the son of Akiko Nakahara. Interacting."

The blonde man sat a foot on Dazai's stomach.

"Been too long, Dazai Osamu."