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Are you proud of me; Odazai

^ This video is like a fucking try not to cry challenge ;-; 

Note: This takes place right after Dazai gets shot from the sniper. Don't ask me why I keep writing about it because I don't have a damn clue as to why I do so... Also Oda x Dazai is the goddamn definition of angst.

When Dazai finally came to he was everywhere yet he was nowhere too, he was standing in a sea of white where no sign of life could be seen. He felt completely devoid of emotion, to him it was pure bliss. Is this what the sweet release of death felt like? He wondered as he turned to still see only white. Or is this what he'd see before he would fall into the fiery depths of hell? Where Dazai thought he'd be going to once he faced his end. The brunette kept turning in his place until the sound of footsteps greeted his ears. Soon enough a silhouette came to his line of sight outlining a broad figure as they slowly made their way towards him. Dazai's eyes widened when he finally saw him, that person who changed his life for the better.

"Odasaku...?"

The said male remained quiet, his facial expression unfaltering. The older male pulled out a handkerchief from a hidden pocket in his jacket that closely resemble the one Dazai wore right this moment. Oda halted in front of him, cupped his cheek with one hand and gently wiped off the blood trickling from the corner of Dazai's mouth. Tears glinted in Dazai's eyes as he leaned into his friend's touch trying to savor it as much as he could. So much, There was so much he wanted to tell him, so much he wanted to thank him for that not even words would be able to express it properly.

Before Dazai could get a chance to formulate a sentence Oda retracted his hand and turned around to begin walking away. Dazai's own arm reached out for his friend managing to get a hold of his coat unlike the day he lost him. His friend stopped in his tracks turning around to face him once again. He just blinked, once, twice, and then those chaste lips parted-

"I'm proud of you Dazai..." He said he leaned forward pulling the brunette into a small hug. Dazai let his head lean on his friend's shoulder and just began to cry. Oda began to stroke the back of his head as an attempt to calm him down and cease his friend of his tears.

"O- Odasaku- I-"

"Don't bother." His friend replied. "I know what you want to say... I'm just glad that you're able to achieve so much. And I want you to keep doing it, help the less fortunate Dazai. Do it until you take your last breath and only then will I see you again... and just know that I'm right here, watching you."

Dazai's eyes shot open as he stared at the ceiling tears streaming down his face. He slowly sat up in his bed making sure not to tear his stitches as he looked around the hospital room. On the bedside table lay a bouquet of flowers. He leaned over to open the card attached to them and inside was a signature from all the detective agency members, the people that he helped. He wiped his tear stained cheeks and smiled.

"Thank you... Odasaku. I will."