(this is my first fanfic, sorry if my writings a bit lazy. also trigger warning for suic1de and ED)
(Dazai's POV)
It was the night of November; cold chills filled the air. I was sitting in my messy bedroom of my apartment. there was an empty bottle of pills I just finished sitting next to me on the ground. Maybe this could finally be enough to kill me, maybe my dream will finally come true. I had shaky hands and picked up my phone, I clicked on the contact that said "Slug❤️" and managed to type the words "I'm sorry" before dropping I phone on the ground. my ands were shaking violently and the cold air of November was picking at me. "dammit" I muttered when the phone hit the ground, I couldn't move..
(Chuuya's POV)
He was working a late shift in the Port Mafia because they were working out mission plans. as he was working on his papers, his red pen writing hard on the paper, sipping on some of his wine every now and then, he heard his phone buzz. It was from that stupid waste of bandages. He didn't bother to read it at the moment. He had another fight with him earlier that day and was not in the mood to talk with him, sure fights were normal with them but this one was... different.
"What does that idiot want now." he mumbled to himself he fought the urge to pick it up due to him being stubborn. He glanced at the phone every now and then though, he felt a pit in his stomach as he kept writing Port Mafia paperwork. Once he finished his glass of wine, he hesitantly picked his phone up, his lock screen glowing brightly in his face. A message from 'Mackerel😵' he always forgot to change his contact's name after he left the port but he never had time to. It looked like right now wasn't the time either, he looked at the message below, it read "I'm sorry".
