♣Intimate Colleagues♣ 【Dazushi One-shots】

Poetry and chase

Prompt
Poetry

Trigger warnings 

Mentions of suicide Mentions of child abuse
Sort of, it's implied but nothing is outright said, 
Better safe than sorry tho

This is not the 2nd part of the first one sorry,
but I am still working on it. This one is not as long so
my sincerest apologies for the lack of content! 

Also, very mediocre writing AND POETRY 
2 FOR 1 SPECIAL AM I RIGHT!?
I think I accidentally made Dazai somewhat OOC so oops
Also, I'm sorry for unoriginality and for getting lazy near the end;u;
If I got the honorifics wrong please let me know ^^

A beat 

A silent melody

Atsushi had always found solace in poetry, especially now that he didn't have to hide it as much. He still... hid it, just wasn't as fearful of someone finding out. It was more or less something he carried from his childhood to now. He wasn't particularly wanting to keep it from the rest of the ADA, it was just something he could do by himself when he got overly anxious or bored. 

It got to the point where he had folders packed with poems both large and small. He decided that after having to erase or rewrite entire paragraphs from his work he just went and got a notebook. Nothing special about it really, it was black on both sides with gold-painted foil stripes going in diagonal directions all around. It was... childish in ways but hey, he liked it so that's all that matters. 

It was only recently that he had begun to write poems referring to love. He wrote similar stuff before, but mostly about how much he was grateful for the loving and caring friends he had and how much they had given him. This was his first time really thinking about significant others, let alone about his superior. That, in of itself, was the one reason he was so cautious about where he would write these poems. 

The last thing he needed was Dazai bugging him about what he was writing about all day, and when Dazai didn't get a satisfactory answer he wouldn't drop the question until he saw for himself, the prime example being Kunikida. That was only one of the few downfalls of becoming close to him or... meeting him. He really can't blame him though for his annoying sense of curiosity though. 

Even Yosano and Noami had begun to question him on what he wrote about all the time, to which he replied just his general thoughts and what not and how he found it easier to sort out everything when he wrote it down. He wasn't lying, he just didn't tell them how he writes his thoughts down per se. They didn't push him further. 

He's always lost himself in his writing, with each word to the hypnotic rhythm. He loved it all and wanted to do nothing but write away to his heart's content. He wouldn't call himself 'professional' in any way but he feels as though he's picked up a thing or two since he began years ago. Hell, even now his handwriting and word choice aren't always the best (his handwriting mostly due to never being actually taught properly). 

Atsushi, once again, begins yet another paragraph, his hand moving in a repeated rhythm. A pen gliding across a once blank page, leaving the ink behind its wake. A single word being effortlessly written in the brief extension of his being. His heart beating faster and faster as the vivid images of his mentor pop into his head, one after the other. How did his once terrified existence come to this?