𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔢𝔰// soukoku

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

3rd POV

"Bar Lupin eh? Why would Nakajima-sensei ask me to come here? It's not like I have anything to do anyway but I do need a glass of coffee or two I might as well go." The boy sighed. He was a fifteen-year-old that was a suicide enthusiast, he had long brown locks that were soft and wavy, his honey-brown eyes alluring and mysterious.

He was just like an enigma, one that only a counterpart could understand. He was in his school uniform of black, with a few touches of bandages here and there. He walked down the dimly lit alleyway to find a small staircase leading down to a small, windowless pub. He opened the door, the small bell rang. There was a middle-aged man manning the bar, teaching a smaller boy to handle glassware.

The middle-aged man was one with rust-red hair and deep greyish red eyes, one of patience and kindness. He had a small stubble on his chin and his slicked-back red locks were streaked with small streams of grey and white. He was one with a large build, but his hands were dainty and careful. As I walked in, he noticed and studied his looks, then he smiled gently, "You must be Dazai Osamu, the one that Atsushi-kun asked to come here right? I'm Oda Sakunosuke. Call me Odasaku. I man this bar."

Odasaku. That name rang in the boy's head and swirled like deja vu. The name seemed so familiar yet so strange. It fell off his tongue like he had said it a thousand times before but this was the first. Just who was this man? He felt safe and friendly towards him like they were meant to be friends like they have met before. However, the boy put his thoughts away and smiled, sitting down on of the seats.

"Yeah, I'm Dazai. I'll like some coffee. Why did Nakajima-sensei ask me to come here anyway?"

"Ah that. I heard that you were going through some problems at home so he wanted you to have a safe place to go when you needed it. So I recommended my bar, after all, people rarely come and it's quite private."Odasaku explained, sliding me a glass of coffee which he nodded in thanks.

"I'll like my little protege over here to have some friends anyway. He's an orphan that I homeschooled."He gestured to the smaller.

The smaller boy seemed around his age, but he was impeccably small. He had fiery orange hair that framed his small face, large blue cerulean eyes that were wide and as blue as the ocean. His ivory skin was pale and smooth like silk, and his long lashes gave him the look of a beautiful girl. His small pink lips were alluring and his small, petite figure seemed so small, that when you touched him he would shatter.

"Introduce yourself boy." Odasaku nudged the shying boy. He grumbled slightly but seemed to stare at me in confusion and study. He looked so familiar, so weird, but he just could not pinpoint it. He had a soft voice that was neither high nor low, it was just him.

"Nakahara Chuuya. Stop staring, you look like a shitty mackerel."

"Dazai Osamu, cussing makes you seem like a slug Chuu~Ya~."

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Thank you all for reading :)

I'm sorry for Odasaku's death pls don't kill me