Soukoku oneshots

Home early || Present au

TW!:
SH
Mention of sewer slide
Dazai angst
(In this au dazai goes to chuuyas house after work)

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Dazai/3rd person POV:

Dazai was walking to chuuyas house after work. He usually did this, and just waited there till chuuya came back. There were a few occasions where chuuya would return home early, but it was quite rare.

As he opened the door to chuuyas house, the keys rattling against eachother, as he twisted them into place and turned the knob, he walked in to the house to find it completely silent. Dazai didn't really like silence. It kind of scared him in a way. He walked carefully into the house, and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the sofa, all the lights off in the house.

He sat there, listening to music. He felt uneasy. He paused the music, after it failed to distract him, and walked over to the kitchen to cook something. he turned on the dimmest light in the room, which was a little lamp in a corner of the counter, and grabbed an apple, banana, and a few strawberries. He looked at the knives. He carefully picked one up after hesitating. He didn't like being close to knives, as it made... Inconvenient... Thoughts pop up. He started to cut the apple slowly.

He was going well, till he accidentally cut himself while slicing the apple. He flinched. He threw the knife into the sink in a hurry, tryin to get it out of his sight. He looked at his bleeding finger, and couldn't help but want more. He walked carefully over to the sink, and peered inside. The knife sat there, nothing else in the sink. He picked it up carefully.

As he held the knife in his hand, his bleeding finger getting blood on the hilt, he drew a line across his finger with it again. He shivered, but at least he was feeling something. He unraveled a few of his bandages and drew another cut, across his wrist this time. He breathed heavily.

"Stop... I should stop... That's what chuuya told me... I... I need to text him."

He reached for his phone, sliding down the counter and sitting on the floor, back facing the cupboards at the bottom of the counter. He opened >>texting app<< and messaged chuuya.
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Osamu Dazai:
Hey chuuya?

Chuuya Nakahara:
Yeah? You okay?
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He hesitated. Did he really want chuuya knowing? Would he get angry? Would he be sad? Would he... Be happy? Would he even care...?
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Osamu Dazai:
Yeah, I'm fine, just wanted to talk to you <33

Chuuya Nakahara:
Okayyyy...??? Why though. You never text me for no reason. You always have something on your mind, whether you tell me about it or not. So what's up?

Osamu Dazai:
No, really! I just wanted to text you! :3

Chuuya Nakahara:
Mk.... :/

Osamu Dazai:
Btw, just a random question, when r u comin home??? :]

Chuuya Nakahara:
Umm... Prolly in an hour or so, maybe a bit earlier. Why?

Osamu Dazai:
No reason, just wondering! :^

Chuuya Nakahara:
Mk??? Welp, gotta go, bye! :|

Osamu Dazai:
Byeee!!! <33
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He turned off his phone. He let out a breath. He had a few minutes. He sighed. He rested his head in his hands, his knees pressed up against his chest. He hated this. He just wanted to leave this horrid hell of a place. A tear slipped down his cheek. He rubbed it off.

Dazai sat there for a while, just staring at the floor through his fingers.

He finally got up after about 45 minutes. He started to clean up, washing the knife, telling himself he'd put away the fruits later. While he was drying the knife, he heard the familiar 'click' from the door. He froze. He still hadn't put on his bandages. He finished drying he knife and put it away, almost dropping it. He sunk to the ground, and turned around so he was in the position he was in before.

He shook on the floor, hearing the all too familiar footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. He couldnt hear anything except for the echo of the nearing footsteps. He could hear someone calling his name, but he couldn't place his finger on who it was. He saw a blue of black and orange Infront of him, hints of red here and there, but his vision was distorted.

He was crying. That's it, that's why his vision was weird, why he felt pressure in his chest and throat, why there were faint sounds of sobs.

The figure Infront of him took his hands. He shook, the blur of orange and black still calling his name and speaking softly, telling him words of reassurance. He felt arms wrap around him, warmth surrounding him. The blurred figure wiped his eyes, his vision clearing slightly. He breathed heavily, trying his best to figure out what the person Infront of him was saying. He knew the voice, but he couldn't pin point who it belonged to.

His vision cleared a bit more, and he could make out a few details. Ginger hair. Black clothes. Bright, beautiful blue eyes. He only knew one person as good looking as that. Chuuya Nakahara. His boyfriend.(Y'alls idk man I'm so done)

"Would you like me to hug you?"

Chuuya asked dazai. Dazai nodded.

"Chuuya...?"

Chuuya looked at him sadly.

"Hmm?"

"Why... Why do you care so much for me...?"

"Because I love you."

Chuuya said simply.

"Why do you love me?"

"Because... I just do. You're perfect, and caring, and smart, and funny, and so many other things. I love everything about you, even the things you may think are bad about yourself."

Dazai let out a breath, and hugged chuuya tighter. They stayed like that for a while, just sitting in eachothers arms. After a while, chuuya asked,

"Would you like me to help you with your bandages?"

Dazai nodded his head. Chuuya picked up dazai, and carried his over to the sofa. He set him down, and went to the bathroom for the med kit.

Chuuya returned with the kit, and sat Infront of dazai, unwrapping his bandages up to where his cuts stopped. He knew dazai didn't want him looking at his cuts if he didn't have to. He applied some (IDK MAN I AINT NO DOCTOR ASK YOSANO), and switched out the bandages, trying his best to ignore the other scars on his arms. He finished tying up the bandages. He sat down next to dazai, dazai resting his head on chuuyas lap, and chuuya playing with his hair.

"Wanna talk about it...?"

Dazai just shook his head slightly. Chuuya decided the best option right now was to just let him be, and he'd ask again tomorrow when he was feeling better.

After a few hours, the two fell asleep. It may have been like 4 pm, but they still fell asleep, as both of them were exhausted. They both fell asleep in eachothers arms, content, and comfortable.
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WELL THAT TOOK A WHILE- but we're done now, so hoped you like it! This is inspired by many stories, but I didn't intend to directly steal anything from anyone! So if I wrote the same as someone else, or just a bit too similar for your liking, please tell me, and I apologize if that's the case! :3

also I might start another one shot book, where it's just basically all of bsd just mashed together. Basically random :] so if youre interested, please tell! :3