BSD Oneshots -Ranpoe, Soukoku, Shin Soukoku-

Stars Around My Scars (Skk)

TW: Self harm and mentions of blood + razors, if this makes you uncomfy please don't read!! There will be ⚠⚠ symbols as warnings for the starts and ends of these parts! Enjoy reading! ♡

Also, in this story, the PM and the ADA are still on a truce and the PM are working in the ADA building until the truce is over!

Dazai POV:

I needed to replace my bandages again. They were already covered in dry blood, and I didn't want to risk Kunikida seeing them and having to deal with another rant from him.

I glanced down at the pile of paperwork on my desk, putting on a grin before spinning myself on my chair over to Atsushi. "Oooohhhhh Atsushi!~"
"Yes Dazai?"
"I have a very important job for youuuu!"
"Hm? What is it?"
"Finish my paperwork for me? Pleeeaaseeee?"
"Dazai I don't-"
"Thanks Atsushi byeee!!" I yelled, slamming the pile of paperwork onto his desk before slipping out of the main office and into the agency's bathroom.

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I let my grin slip back into a frown as I pulled my sleeve up, tensing slightly seeing the blood-stained bandages. Most of them were covered in dried, crimson coloured blood, it wasn't a pretty scene. I could feel tears prick my eyes as I remember what had happened earlier that morning.
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(Past) Dazai POV:

I woke up in a cold sweat, my eyes darting to the clock on my bedside table. 1:25am. I let out a shaky sigh as I replayed the vivid memories I had dreamed about.

[Dream starts here]
It was the first day that the ADA and the PM were working together, and I'd locked eyes with Chuuya. The man I loved, but the same one I'd left.

He stormed over to me, slamming me into the desk with a hard shove.
"Are you fucking serious?! Why the hell are you here!" I listened to Chuuya scream at me.
"I work here Chibi, why are you so mad?"
"Excuse me. You work here? You're kidding right? Because I swear to fucking god, if you left the Port Mafia, if you left me, to work for this goody two shoes bullshit agency, then I swear to fucking god Dazai! And don't call me Chibi, after everything you've done, you don't even deserve to look at me."
"Calm down hat-rack! And for your information, yes I did leave the Port Mafia to work here. I don't get why you're so upset."
"You don't understand why I'm upset?! You don't understand why I'm upset after you left me, alone, with no text, no call, note, letter, apology! Nothing! Fucking nothing!"
"So? You could be happier that I am here."
"So? So?! Do you seriously not realise how fucked what you did was? And I could be happier that you're here? Are you stupid. What, did you expect some happy ass reunion? That I'd just run up to you with a smile on my face as it nothing happened? That I'd say 'Oh, hey Dazai! I know you left me alone with no explanation, but I forgive you!' God you're still as delusional as you used to be. I thought you were stupid when you believed I actually loved you. Now you're even more fucking dumb."
"What do you mean? How was I delusional because you loved me?"
"I didn't love you! I found it funny seeing how you actually believed it when I said I love you! None of that meant anything! I was only doing it for the reaction. Did you seriously believe anyone could love a suicidal maniac like you?"

That was when I fell silent. I remembered every 'I love you' me and Chuuya had shared. Was it really just an act? I knew he liked messing me, but pretending to love me? I didn't think he'd go that far.

"Oh well! It's not like I care, anyway, I always said I wanted to die with my dream woman, not some short hat-rack!" I said in a teasing tone, a half assed grin on my face.

"Shut it Dazai. Don't bother talking to me unless you have to. And I swear to God, call me one of those nicknames one more time and I'll slap you." I just forced a laugh and walked away.