BSD Ship One-Shots

Soukoku - Broken ❤️‍🩹 (TW: SH)

~664 words~ INTENSE SH SCENES DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT

Dazai was left alone. All at the Agency. Even the silence was loud as he sat at his office chair, waiting for any kind of speech.

He couldn't wait to go home. Him and Chuuya's home. A home they had to hide from the others because they'd be judged.

Even with their home, Chuuya almost was never there. He was an executive, so of course he'd be busy. It would break Dazai not seeing him. They had been married for 3 years in secret. And it was their anniversary that day.

Once the clock struck 8 pm, Dazai sprinted out of the office and didn't bother locking the door. His nerves were getting to him as he sprinted to his home, not bothering to take the car.

Dazai fumbled with his keys when he slid in front of the door, unlocking it and going inside. No one. An empty house. He closed the door and walked to the bathroom. He was tense. Chuuya didn't even come home for their anniversary...

Maybe he doesn't really care to be with me if he can't even come home to me... Dazai thought bitterly as he opened a cupboard, pulling out a spare blade.

• • •

Chuuya finally walked in, a bouquet of hyacinths in his hand. "Dazai? Where are you?" He called out.

He was greeted with silence. His worry was apparent. Dazai was normally here. He lived here. "Dazai?" He called out again.

With the lack of answer, Chuuya finally realized... He dropped the flowers and sprinted to the bathroom, seeing the door closed. His eyes widened as he grabbed the handle. He used his ability to help pull it off the hinges.

Chuuya was greeted with Dazai, seated next to the tub and hand loosely gripping a bloody razor. He had new marks all over his arms and chest. His bandages were off completely. Dazai seemed distant.

"You bastard..." Chuuya ran to his side and kneeled beside him. He pressed his lips against his forehead to feel his skin.

"Chuu.... ya... You came..." Dazai spoke weakly. He was weakly smiling.

Chuuya pulled back from his forehead and looked at Dazai. "You... You were clean... For 3 years, Dazai..." He hurriedly grabbed a towel off the rack and put pressure on the wounds. "Hold still, bastard."

Dazai laughed weakly. "I missed you... So much..." His face turned a bit more serious. "I won't make it..."

Chuuya shook his head aggressively. He grabbed out his phone and went to type in the phone number for an ambulance, but Dazai weakly placed his hand on top of the phone.

"I'm dead anyways... Just... let it happen..." Dazai spoke weakly.

"Let it ha..." Chuuya was overwhelmed thinking of the mackerel dying. He shook his head again.

"YOU BASTARD!!! YOU SELFISH FUCKING BASTARD!!!" Chuuya screamed as tears began to pour down his face. "Y-you weren't..." his voice was quiet again as he breathed heavily. "Let me call someone to help you..." He lowered his head as he spoke.

"I can't let you die like this... I'm not losing my spouse. Why did you have to do this... I was on my way... You can't have just felt lonely... I-I..." His voice cracked. It was on the tip of his tongue. Words he never said, but always wanted to because he meant them.

"I love you..." Chuuya's voice cracked as he looked back up to find two lifeless eyes staring at him.

Dazai's eyelids were just barely open, his mouth hanging in a small smile. His body was limp. The hand on Chuuya's phone had dropped.

Chuuyas eyes widened. I never even got to hear his last words because I was talking... Why did I... Why did he... Why didn't he stop me...? Did he hear me... Please... God, I hope he doesn't hate me in that damn afterlife he was so excited for... He thought as he sobbed. His head laid heavy on Dazai's shoulder.

Dazai Osamu
Dead at 22