CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 5

GOJO'S POV

Satoru sighed while washing his hands in the sink. He could clearly see that something was bothering Dazai. The peaches he cut earlier were placed beside him on the counter and he couldn't help but eat a few pieces.

Anyways back on the brunet. Gojo couldn't read him. He was trying so hard to understand Dazai, to break the wall in his mind and see what he was thinking about. And that was mission impossible. Dazai was a mystery and Gojo didn't have a single clue where to even start. He couldn't help but feel that Dazai knew everything about him, while he still didn't know anything. The mere thought of it was frustrating.

Satoru sighed, bending to pick up his shades. He should probably check on Dazai. Just in case. And while he was at it, he could bring him the peaches he took so long to cut.

Gojo hummed lightly, making his way towards his guest's room. He made sure to pull the curtains in the big living room, showing the magnificent view of the already dark night sky. It was late. He should probably call his students to see what is going on with the mission.

After a few agonizing steps and a lot of seconds from his life Satoru finally stood before Dazai's door. He was about to knock. He really was. But Six Eyes helped him see the little scene on the other side of the wall.

Satoru's face almost paled, pulse going faster as he watched with his six eyes how Dazai slowly pulls the trigger towards his head. Suicide? In his apartment? What was he supposed to fucking do!? Gojo wasn't a therapist, he wasn't a doctor or a shitty nurse. Just how was he supposed to handle a situation like this?

Yuta was the same way... but there was his curse that was stopping him from jumping over the edge and Gojo was somewhat calm. But this? Did Dazai have something to save him? The unmoving cursed energy, traveling in the brunet's body wasn't a reassuring enough fact.

When his mind finally went out of the little panic episode he had, Gojo put the sweet fruit down on the ground and barged in. And just in time before Dazai could press the trigger. The sorcerer straight up teleported next to the brunet, yanking the gun away and throwing it somewhere in the room. He could see the bullets laying on the bed. His mind almost immediately made the connection. Russian Roulette. Gojo almost gagged at the thought. What kind of a sick mind-?

Satoru grabbed Dazai by the collar, shaking him roughly, no sighs left from the previous gentleness. The brunet didn't react in the slightest. He just let Satoru do whatever. The sorcerer soon stopped violating the brunet and let him go. Dazai slumped on the bed like a motionless doll. Gojo was scared. His hands were trembling, while he was staring worriedly at Dazai's blank face and dull eyes. Something was terribly wrong, but he couldn't guess what. He just didn't know.

"What were you trying to do?" Gojo asked through gritted teeth, hands curled up in fists. "Answer me, Dazai!"

Seems like the brunet came a little to himself because he slowly moved his eyes to look straight in Gojo's blue ones. The sorcerer felt shivers run down his spine.

"A game." The brunet muttered just enough for Gojo to hear.

"A game!?" The sorcerer face palmed but didn't say anything anymore and shook his head. "I just can't handle you, Osamu Dazai."

"Ah~ You're no fun, Satoru-san~" Dazai's cheerfulness came back, hiding all the emptiness Gojo managed to take a glimps of. "The whole point of the game was taking a chance. Isn't it exhilarating? Not knowing if you would die now or on the next shot?"

Gojo composed himself, willing all the panic and anger away. Of course the fucking walking mummy would scare the shit out of him right after turning him on with a heated make-out session in the kitchen. He was getting too old for all those emotions. Teenage him would probably beat the shit out of Dazai for this little prank but considering the brunet could annul his technique... He couldn't tell how the fight would turn out.