𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | ᴏ. ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ

genuine.

The days came and went, drifting soundly past Y/n. How pathetic they were to believe, that it was possible to see Oda again.

Dazai wasn't taking it well. His suicidal tendencies worsened and nothing was playful about his jokes anymore. She was sure that Dazai might actually kill himself.

They sat near a riverbed in silence, not knowing what to say to each other.

"... Today's such a wonderful day." Dazai started. "-for a nice suicide! Oh, would you like to have a double suicide with me Y/n?"

Y/n hated when he asked that question. There was such sorrow and deep regret stirring within him, knowing he made her all the more upset.

"Don't say that Dazai..." she mumbled, playing with the water. She wondered if Dazai would jump into this river if not for her presence. Dazai looked down blankly.

"Maybe it was a sign. More reason for me to die, cause we don't want Odasaku being all lonely up there do we?" He chuckled, his face then fixing itself into a stiff expression. He was definitely contemplating death even further now. "... Not that the pearly gates would even open for me anyway."

She couldn't handle this anymore. Someone close to her has already died... she's not ready for someone else to go. Y/n stood up, patting the dust off her knees. "... Don't make jokes about that Dazai..." she knew deep down that what he said wasn't a joke though, and it hurt even more. "I'm leaving."

He looked up at her with a neutral expression, letting her run off. Sigh, what a mess he was.

—

The thing is, they hadn't seen each other lately, at least for no longer than thirty minutes per meeting. Dazai was an enigma, that much was clear; but it's been so hard to pinpoint his location at all, these days. It was a wonder they managed to meet by the riverside at all to begin with.

Y/n was becoming increasingly worried about him. After all, he and Chuuya were her best friends... Well, maybe he was something a bit more than that- but that doesn't matter now.

The first few times she saw Dazai, revealed himself attempting suicide, after suicide, after suicide.

The first was the rope, a classic item he loved to use.

Y/n remembered just last week, entering his shipping container for the first time. (she had someone find out where he lived because he never seemed to want her over). Upon opening the door, Dazai's head was in the midst of placing itself in the noose, his hands waiting to tighten the rope. He jumped when Y/n caught him, and chuckled.

"You caught me at a bad time, haha."

She narrowed her eyes at him, mad at him for his pranks. The whole suicide thing was never new to her, so she brushed it off as Dazai being himself, but she did catch a small glimpse of disappointment in his eyes when he was interrupted. That worried her quite a bit.

The second time was with a gun.

He said he was "about to play Russian Roulette", and Y/n couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. She pulled the gun away from him, telling him to not do stupid things like that again, and he followed suit.

"Yes ma'am." He laughed, sending her off again. When she was out of sight, Y/n was utterly devastated to check the revolver and see that the cylinder was full, all six shots placed. There would've been no chance he would survive if she hadn't come in before he started.

The third time was when he aggravated Mori.

Y/n had come rushing in when Mori called for her to come to his office. Dazai was brutally beaten, blood all over his face and knuckles, as he scoffed at the girl coming to his aid.