dazai
x
atsushi
tw: aaaaaaaaaangst. way too much, why can't i stop already
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“Dazai...“
“Atsushi...“
The gentle drip of blood.
“God, I'm so exhausted... what about you?“
“Same here... this fight ruined my coat completely, ha.“
Their clothes torn and chests heaving with every breath.
“You can buy a new one, you know?“
“I'd rather have you... buying me one, Atsushi.“
Their eyes glassy, lying beside each other on the ground.
“I will, you idiot... but let me recover first.“
“We should stand up and walk home, probably.“
Their bodies way too tired for any more moving.
“Yeah, probably... do you think we left the oven on?“
“Yep... well, let's hope Kunikida calls the fire brigade, or uses the opportunity to burn his diary...“
Their breaths growing shorter and shorter, weak smiles painted on their faces.
“It's an ideal... if you say that to him one more time, I think he'll stab you with his fountain pen.“
“You always knew I wanted to die fast and without pain...“
Their hands reaching for each other, just like the day they met, their fingers intertwining slowly.
“I do... but I don't want you to die alone, Dazai...“
“I know... well, I guess we'll just have to... to stay together, then...“
Tears clouding their eyes, sunset meeting whiskey.
“That's all I ever wanted... what about taking... the day off tomorrow?“
“That sounds great, Atsushi... let's take a break.“
Voices becoming quieter, dancing on the edge of breaking apart.
“Hey, Dazai...“
“Yes, Atsushi?“
The hope in them doesn't fade away, even as their lives do.
“I love you, Dazai.“
“I love you too, Atsushi.“
They entered the world between day and night, the world of mystery, together.
And now, they'd leave it together, taking their love with them.
is it possible to get an emotional trauma through writing-
