Dazai angst omg!

Lemons feel worse 6/????

NOT a lemon in fanfic context im a minor so im not comfortable writing smut in any form im sorry guys:( plus this is an angst book if you want dazai smut just look it up trust me theres endless amounts just look at this mans waist....

also im aware that theres agency dorms but when i started writing this i completely forgot abt that so we just have to keep rolling with the fact that theres non canon stuff in here (but all fanfiction is non canon lol) (we could just pretend that dazai doesnt like staying in the agency dorms because of secrecy)

i had a fever so sorry if this took a long time for me 2 update.٩( ᐛ )و

woke up thinking abt bsd and what i wanted to do with the story :3

Dazai, Yosano, and Ranpo siblings canon real i saw it Dazai looked me in the eyes and said they help each other cope with trauma trust me guys ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

i love you guys smsmsmsmsmms<333 thank you for reading this i hope its good and awesome<3

you thought that comfort would last? you did? you fool... ╰(°∇≦*)╮

I LIKE WRITING ANGST AND THIS IS AN ANGST BOOK YOU FOOOL

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When Dazai made it back to his house, he almost felt happy. almost. Sure, being around Yosano made him slightly less panicky, yet there was almost nothing that made him genuinely happy. nothing that filled that empty void that Odasaku left when he passed away in his arms. Its his fault for getting him involved anyways. Nothing he loves ever stays with him, he knows this, yet he still decided to get Odasaku involved with the mafia because hes selfish.

He removed the bandages that hadn't been changed for so long off of his arms, staring at the scars that were scattered along his arms. he leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. Would they be mad at him if he cut again? if he placed that oh-so-comforting razor blade against his arms, forcing blood out of the already damaged skin that he always wanted to tear off of his body? He didn't have time to think about what the others would think of him, he couldn't clear his head. he moved almost robotically towards the washroom, opening the cupboard above his sink and grabbing a razor blade along with a roll of bandages. though a part of him felt guilty, that quickly was washed away as he scratched at his arms before even resting the blade against his pale skin, as if he were a rabid animal.

He quickly dragged the blade across his left arm, once, twice, maybe eight times. he stared at the blood gathering on the wounds in small droplets, slowly pouring down onto his hand forming a trail of regret. he stared down, an empty feeling that he couldn't get rid of came to him, causing him to sigh softly as he skipped over bandaging his wounds, laying down and closing his eyes.

"Dazai you idiot.." a soft voice mumbled, almost familiar sounding. "..Hm?" "Be careful please, i-" Chuuya. his voice cut off though. Dazai remembered this happening, just not his ex partners voice cutting off. "I hate having to deal with this." Dazai looked down, noticing the blood pouring out of his arm, bandages carefully being wrapped around the wounds. Suddenly, the hands caring for him didn't look the same. They looked like.. "Mori-?" He gasped softly, the figure that was once tending to his open wounds all of a sudden looked like a towering shadow. He felt petrified, Mori looked like something a small child would picture if they thought there was a monster under the bed. "Dazai." Mori's voice sounded as if you could poison your ears. "..." Dazai stayed silent, trying to pull away from the figure towering over him as if he were a child. he fell back, suddenly falling down a hole that he swears wasn't there before.