You Weren't Supposed To See Me Like This

There's A Reason You're My Best Friend

Dazai felt his veins pulsate under the skin from impact of the continuous beatings.

He wept.

Hard.

Crashing into his friends arms who at this point was kneeling down on the floor with his knees pressed against the wood, sitting down on his heels.

Grasping tightly to his only support, Dazai decided that if he were to die, he would this week.

Die somewhere it was actually warm in the winter, somewhere away from the Port Mafia and Mori and father and Elise and ... there's no one else he really knows.

Being let out of the room he's in is already a rare enough occasion, it would've been surprising if he remembered anyone else.

He was a selfish, an annoying thing.

Blaise will be late because of him, truly horrible.

Dazai sniffed, attempting and failing to calm down his unstable nerves.

Trying to reach such harmony seemed impossible if he were to be honest. God this is embarrassing.

Weeping like a little girl that lost a precious doll in the sand. His eyes were starting to sting and ache.

Red and puffy.

On the verge of hyperventilating, Osamu slid lower on his Blaise's figure and down to his lap. Face in the direction of the glittery glass, it reflected colorful beams of sun light into the room.

So unmatching for this depressing atmosphere.

As he attempted to wipe his tears away with the robes' sleeve, Blaise put a hand on Dazai's head. At first, it was just an empty pressure onto his skull, something warm and bubbly turned in his stomach.

Friends were... nice?

Just provoking new cries, Blaise carded through Dazai's hair using his fingers. Curling up into a ball (much cat-like) in his dearest friends lap, Dazai's hysteric cries got more muffled.

Abnormally large tears rolled down his cheeks, leaving a hot, moist trail on the sensitive skin. He needs water, the saliva was starting to become gloopy and syrupy with humid breaths.

He wants a hug, a tight embrace and a shoulder to cry into. A fellow and trustworthy figure.

Dazai scurried to clinging onto Blaise and wrapping his arms around the others body like a child might grab a Christmas present or a teddy bear after a nightmare.

Osamu's throat was engulfed in a sore flame.

He didn't eat much, wouldn't eat at all if he didn't know better than to miss meals with his friends and the 'ever so kind' professor Snape.

Due to the lack of nutrition, the brunette lacked energy to warm up this inhumane, disgusting body.

All the blood rushed to his vital organs such as the heart and brain, leaving secondary ones to lack the warmth of a human. More of a dead man, Dazai always thought.

So when Blaise felt chilly limbs clasp onto him near the shoulder blades, microscopic shivers pranced up and down his spine.

Eyes slightly widened at the tight clasp his friend had. It was a horrible, atrocious situation, however, he was warm. Not freezing or burning hot. It was more like a gentle sizzle vibrating around his beating heart.

Alike a harmony finally established.

Gaining the trust of Dazai Osamu was dangerous, though, rewarding.

So imagine, the ever so devious demon sobbing in your shoulder.

Exactly.

You can't.

Near impossible.

But for Blaise.

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Deciding not to crowd Dazai, the Weasley twins were still standing outside the door worried.

"What do you think happened? He looked fine this morning."  Fred asked in a hushed tone as if someone would hear them.

"Same, I didn't notice much either, he just looked a bit more tired than usual. I was planning to take him to Madam Pomfrey so she can check on him."

Fred sighed,"We're terrible older brothers-"

"We didn't even notice the signs ." George finished the answer for his brother.

"Atleast lil' snakey has Blaise?"

"Mhm,"

Another muffled cry was heard from the room.

That made them to be even more guilty than before. Hearing their brother in hysterics is painful mentally.