If Tomorrow Never Came

Author's note: Hey guys! Just something to keep in mind while reading this- this whole event happens before the Guild's attacks and pretty early on in the story when Atsushi has freshly joined the Armed Detective Agency. Enjoy!

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Atsushi slunk down on the chair, exhausted from the rush the whole agency had to go through today. They had all worked overtime trying to catch a dangerous terrorist, and now the moon was peeking up from the horizon. Everyone had started packing their bags, ready to finally head home for the night to get a good night's sleep after a job well done. Atsushi, though, who had been in charge of capturing the criminal and bringing him back was spent and needing to give his legs a rest for some time before he could stand up.

The sounds in the background started fading away. He vaguely remembered Kunikida asking him not to doze off right now because they would lock the place up with him still inside, but fatigue won him over and the warning just sunk into the void of voices as his eyelids felt heavier and heavier by the second, until they finally fluttered shut.

When he finally woke up, there was not a soul other than himself in the office. Moonlight flooded in through the windows and bathe the room in a ghostly silver colour. The silence felt eerie; out of place. Atsushi was used to the office being noisy, and livelier than a circus. The same office being so silent and dark and tranquil just didn't seem right. Atsushi stood up, slowly, a shiver running down his spine. He quickly started clearing up his things, hoping - wishing - that they hadn't locked him inside. Just as he was nearly done, he saw a yellow sticky note on his desk, which he didn't remember putting there. He picked it up to take a closer look at it. It read:-

"Did you know that the moon

looks most beautiful

from the office building's rooftop?"

Atsushi had a slight idea as to who might have written that note. There was only one person he knew that wouldn't straightforwardly state "come to the roof". He finished packing his bag and headed there.

The first thing Atsushi noticed was the moon. Just as stated in the note, the moon really did look beautiful. It was huge and shone white-silver in all it's glory, and you could witness it perfectly from this spot. The whole rooftop was laid bare in the moonlight, not quite as bright as in the day, but just bright enough to see everything around him, and yet not hurt his eyes. The late night breeze blew past him, ruffling his hair, cool against his skin. If the office had unsettled him, then the rooftop had calmed him down. He closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. The cold air tickled his nose. He let out his breath. Warmth came surging back.

Suddenly, he remembered why he came here in the first place and opened his eyes in search for the person. He looked left and right but he was nowhere to be found. After some time passed, he finally found him perched on top of the water tank. He was sitting with his back to Atsushi. The moonlight outlined his frame, forming a silhouette that was easy to recognise. His brown hair was blowing in the wind. Each strand moving with such coordinated grace, it made Atsushi want to reach out his hand and feel their silkiness himself. He remembered how fluffy they usually look, and wondered how soft they would be to his touch. If it had to do with appearance, then there was no flaw when it came to Dazai. His features were absolutely striking. His eyes seemed as if they could look right through you. They held a certain mischievous glint in them, as if Dazai was always up to something - which he was. They could turn from serious, to kind, to carefree and back to serious in a matter of seconds. Atsushi always loved Dazai's eyes the most, because he felt that they were the most expressive ones he had ever seen. If his eyes weren't enough to charm someone, his perfect nose - do you know how hard it is to have a perfect nose? - and his full lips that almost always showed off a stunning smirk added to those eyes, creating the most handsome face Atsushi had ever seen. Not only his face, but Atsushi had come to respect all of Dazai's body. His hair; his height; his long arms in which Atsushi could only dream of being held; his long, graceful, artist-like fingers, that could hold on firmly, never letting go, at some times, but be so gentle, as if afraid to break him with a feather-touch, at other times; his amazing long legs; everything about him seemed perfect.