Dazai Angst Oneshots

You don't remember what he looks like?

Heyyy guys! I promised to do actual Dazai angst next, so here you go!
(This was totally not an excuse to self-project ONCE AGAIN-)

It's actually quite light so the only warning I can put is mentions of death and maybe mentions of violence? But it's not really a graphic description ig lmao

Enjoy!!

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He woke up in cold sweat. How long has be been asleep? Well, that didn't matter at all right now, he had to find him. He had to search for Oda.

He quickly got dressed, not caring about his hair being an absolute mess or the very visible eyebags he had. He put on his coat, grabbed the keys, and left his room, practically running out.
He almost tripped on the stairs, twice. And he lived on the second floor, goddamn it.

But the worst part were actually the clothes he put on a second ago. They were sticking to his body uncomfortably because of the sweat. It felt like he was drowning, suffocating. It felt as if millions of ants were crawling under his skin, digging into the veins and getting inside, effectively stuffing them and making the blood circulation absolutely impossible.

He found himself not caring at all.

Oda was more important, afterall.

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It was a rather peaceful day at the agency.

That is, until the door flung open, revealing a panting, all red brunet that very visibly struggled to catch his breath and seemed to be in a hurry. How unusual of him.

"...Daz-"

"Need-"
"To find-"
"Odasaku-..."

Dazai panted out, too panicked to breathe. Yosano immediately walked up to him, placing a gentle, yet firm hand on his shoulder.

"Dazai. Deep breaths. We'll find whoever you're looking for after you calm down, okay?"

Dazai nodded shakily, propping his hands on his knees and trying to calm his breathing pattern, following Yosano's slow one.

After a few minutes he was somewhat calmed down.

"Where's Ranpo-san?", He asked, scanning around the room. The detective was nowhere to be seen. Just when he needed him.

"Um, Ranpo-san went on a case with Kenji?", Atsushi chimed in, visibly caught off guard with his mentor's behaviour. It wasn't like him to panic, which made the mentee feel a bit uneasy. Something was just very wrong about all of this.

Dazai muttered a string of curses under his breath. Yosano eyed him warily. Another unusual behaviour?

"Who exactly are you looking for, Dazai?", Kunikida pushed his glasses up and opened a new tab in his computer.

"Odasaku" was all Dazai offered. Though it seemed to be some kind of nickname?

"Dazai-san, what does 'Odasaku' look like? Any specific facial features? Scars or something?", Tanizaki asked, eager to help. The guy seemed important to their colleague after all, and everyone was ready to help.

"Well, he's-", Dazai paused. What? Why couldn't he describe his bestfriend? What was wrong with him?

Upon the silence, everyone was staring at him with concern.

"Dazai? Do you not know what he looks like?", Yosano said calmly beside him.

Dazai felt like scratching his eyes out and stabbing his brain 37 times in a row for not remembering-