Nothing Is Impossible || Soukoku

7|| Midnight Musings

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Chapter song: Vienna by Billy Joel. If you want you can listen the song! 

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Dazai sat at his desk, tapping his pen against the paper as he tried to conjure up the perfect opening line for his story. The soft light of the desk lamp illuminated his focused expression, his brows furrowed in concentration. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past midnight. He had been working on this assignment for hours, yet the words just wouldn't flow the way he wanted them to.

He let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was moments like these that made him question his passion for writing. The pressure to create something perfect gnawed at him, overshadowing the joy he used to feel when writing.

Across the room, Chuuya was sitting at his own desk, engrossed in a new sketch. His hand moved swiftly, creating intricate patterns and shapes with ease. Dazai couldn't help but admire Chuuya's artistic talent. He often found solace in watching Chuuya draw, the way his eyes would light up with inspiration and his hands would dance across the paper, bringing his imagination to life.

"Hey, Chuuya," Dazai called out, breaking the silence that had settled in the room.

Chuuya looked up from his sketchbook, a curious expression on his face. "What's up?"

Dazai hesitated for a moment, unsure how to voice his thoughts. "Do you ever feel like you are stuck? Like no matter how hard you try to, you just can't seem to make progress?"

Chuuya nodded understandingly. "Yeah, I think everyone goes through moments like that. It's part of the creative process. Sometimes you just need to step back and take a break."

"I have been staring at this blank page for hours," Dazai confessed, gesturing to his unfinished story. "I feel like I'm running out of ideas."

Chuuya set aside his sketchbook and walked over to Dazai's desk, peering at the paper. "Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe talking about it out will help."

Dazai shrugged, a hint of frustration still lingering in his voice. "It's supposed to be a mystery story, but I can't seem to find the right angle. Every idea I come up with feels cliché or uninspired."

Chuuya leaned against the desk, folding his arms thoughtfully. "Well, what if you try approaching it from a different perspective? Instead of focusing on the mystery itself, delve into the characters' motivations and emotions. Make it more about the human aspect rather than the puzzle."

Dazai considered Chuuya's suggestion, a spark of inspiration igniting within him. "That's actually a great idea. Maybe I have been too caught up in trying to create the perfect plot twist that I forgot about the heart of the story."

Chuuya smiled encouragingly. "Exactly. Sometimes the most compelling mysteries are the ones that explore the complexities of human nature."

Feeling rejuvenated, Dazai picked up his pen and began jotting down notes, his ideas flowing more freely now. He started sketching out character backgrounds, weaving in their personal struggles and motivations. With each sentence, the story started to take shape, fueled by Chuuya's insightful advice.

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Hours passed as they worked side by side, the room filled with a quiet energy of creativity. Chuuya returned to his own sketches, occasionally offering feedback and suggestions to Dazai. It was a collaborative effort, each of them inspiring the other to push beyond their creative blocks.

By the time the sun began to rise, Dazai had a rough outline of his story, filled with intricate characters and emotional depth. He looked up from his writing, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. "Thanks, Chuuya. I don't think I could have done this without your help."

Chuuya smiled warmly. "Anytime, Dazai. We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Dazai chuckled. "Yes, we do."

They both glanced at the clock, realizing how late it had become. "We should probably get some sleep," Chuuya suggested, stifling a yawn.

Dazai nodded, feeling the exhaustion creeping up on him. "Yeah, I need a clear mind a clear mind to revise this in the morning."

They tidied up their desks, putting away their respective works of art. As they prepared to head to their rooms, Chuuya paused, looking at Dazai with a thoughtful expression. "You know, Dazai, I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I appreciate moments like these when we can work together."

Dazai met Chuuya's gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, me too. It's nice to have someone who understands the struggle of creating something meaningful."

They bid each other goodnight and retreated to their rooms, the faint light of dawn peeking through the curtains. Dazai lay in bed, his mind buzzing with ideas for his story. He replayed the conversations he had with Chuuya, realizing how much he valued his stepbrother's perspective.

Despite their differences, they shared a bond forged through their passion for creativity. 

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In the morning, Dazai woke up early, eager to dive back into his writing. He made himself a cup of coffee and settled at his desk, the words flowing effortlessly now. He incorporated Chuuya's suggestions, infusing his story with depth and emotion.

As he worked, Chuuya entered the room, a fresh sketchbook in hand. "Morning," he greeted Dazai with a grin.

"Morning," Dazai replied, a sense of excitement bubbling within him. "I think I figured it out. Thanks to you."

Chuuya took a seat nearby, flipping open his sketchbook. "That's great to hear. Mind if I bounce some ideas off you too?"

Dazai gestured Chuuya to continue. "Of course not. Let's hear what you have got."

They spent the morning sharing their creative projects, offering feedback and encouragement to each other. Dazai marveled at Chuuya's artistic vision, while Chuuya admired Dazai's storytelling prowess. It was a harmonious exchange of ideas, each of them fueling the other's passion.

"Hey, Chuuya," Dazai said suddenly. "Maybe we can collaborate on something in the future. A story and illustrations combo."

Chuuya's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "I would love that. We can create something truly unique together."      

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I will update 3 more chapters ^-^! Because I want to finish this story in 1 week lmao! So I can return updating my other stories earlier than I planned lol!

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