𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 ❱ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

three.

captivated by the arraying sunlit sky with rays of gradient colors tinted in a mixture of purple and orange, dazai stared out the window, something he's been doing lately. it intrigues him as days pass by in a simple flash. he became lured into the light and felt comfort when he starts to overthink by staring at the sky.

"hey y/n why did you even decide to take the time to walk up so many stairs just to stop me?" his thoughts finally erupted from his mouth and he sighed in content as his burden has been lifted yet, a slight tinge of regret was still there.

you looked at him before answering. "i have a friend who kept talking about a 'suicidal lover who keeps wearing bandages to look like a badass but is actually an ass who has the same gift' and i was just coincidentally walking by you and when i took one look at you, you matched the exact description they gave me."

"oh~ do i have a fan?" dazai's lips curved upwards in a mixture of a smirk and smile.

you looked at him with eyes full of mischief.

"yes you do and they're really beautiful and would possibly commit double suicide with you." you then proceeded to copy his dorky expression.

"i don't need anyone beautiful to commit double suicide with me when i have you, whom is the epitome of beautiful to me." he started to pout.

with a pretty hue of red flushing your cheeks, you looked away in embarrassment.

"how the hell can you say something so embarrassing without getting flustered so rude." waiting for the unnatural color to disappear from your face, you finally faced him.

"well my friend is a male anyways but he's literally aphrodite..." you ranted on about. "ah but he's a major tsundere!" your eyes began to glare at the thought.

cupping his cheek with his hand lazily, he stared at you. "do i know him?" a yawn guttered from his throat hazily.

"possibly. he stands out for sure."

"what does he wear?" his eyes wandered back to the window as he saw a flock of crows flying.

'that's pretty rare.' he stared, distracted, as they flew away.

"he wears this goofy hat and looks like he could be a detective... he has really pretty hair as well."

"goofy hat huh..." dazai slowly fell into deep thoughts trying to calculate a person he met that ideally matched your description. "please don't tell me you're talking about chuuya.." his eyes widened in horror.

"spot on." your eyes mimicked him.

you two sat in an uncomfortable silence as memories of chuuya started to flash through your mind, drifting you away from reality.

"wasn't a good time for me." dazai seemed exhausted after the thought of chuuya.

"agreed." you quickly replied as the atmosphere seemed to become more awkward.

chuuya gave dazai memories of being in the mafia. his eyes began to waver and lips started to slightly tremble.

scenes peculiar to him began to barge it's way through his mind. those scenes weren't scenes from his very own eyes he's certain. he must have passed out or is in hallucination because he opened his eyes to see a mirrored covered room reflecting him with no where to escape.