Dazai Angst Oneshots

"Blame it on the alcohol!"

!TW: Suicide attempt, mentions of smoking and drinking problems!

Contains soukoku!

Atsushi was now standing in front of his mentor's door, hesitating if he should knock or not. "How did he even get into this situation?" you might ask. Well, Dazai was known in the agency for always slacking off and never getting any of his work done, however today he didn't come to the office at all.

Kunikida, wanting everything to be perfect as always, sent Atushi to the brunet's apartment, saying that "He won't let that bastard Dazai not even show up to work".

Atsushi, being the good co-worker he is, went to get Dazai like Kunikida asked him to and that's how he ended up here.

He sighed and knocked on the door twice.

"..."

No response.

Perhaps the man was sleeping?

He knocked again.

"..."

After a second of silence a faint response could be heard, allowing him to come inside. He slowly opened the wooden door.

An extremely strong alcohol scent immediately hit him, causing his nose to scrunch in disgust. The next thing he noticed was the mess. And oh god(chuuya<3), the mess was huge.

That apartment was in the worst state he'd ever seen any flat in. Bottles of alcohol were everywhere. Some empty, some full. Dirty clothes and used bandages laid here and there on the floor and couch; plates, cups and other dishes were also all around the place. And on top of that, empty cigarette packages wandered around the floor, as well as cigarettes themselves.

The smell of those was also strong and it mixed with the alcohol scent, causing atushi to feel nauseous. The apartment was dark, the window curtains barely letting any light through.

As the young male was looking around the living room, shocked to see that this is where his mentor lives, the said man came into the room, a cheeky smile glued to his face.

"Yo, Atsushi-kun! What brings you here?" He asked, as if completely ignoring the state of his house. He seemed... normal? Or maybe more... unserious...? His words were slightly slurred, but it was barely noticable.

"Dazai-san! Uhm, Kunikida asked me to come get you since you didn't show up today." The brunet looked at him for a few seconds before answering.

"Ah, I see... Kunikida was all worried about me again! Well then, shall we get going?"

"Dazai-san... are you-...okay?" Atsushi was worried. Very worried. Who wouldn't be, anyways?

Dazai walked up to him, his legs seemed a bit wobbly? And Atsushi could smell the alcohol scent from him. Was he... drunk?

"Why, of course I am, Atsushi-kun! Why wouldn't I be?" The cheeky smile again. It looked more genuine than normally.

"Uhm... Well then... What happened here...?" He said, pointing to the untidy living room. Dazai looked around for a second, inspecting his house before turning back to Atsushi and smiling innocently again.

"What do you mean, Atsushi-kun? Everything seems perfectly fine!" He shrugged and picked up pack of cigarettes from the floor, taking one and putting the rest into his coat's pocket before pulling out a lighter.