Anime Imagines (Requests Closed!)

Bungo Stray Dogs | Osamu Dazai

A/n: Been sad lately, so here is this.

Imagine Dazai finding out that you cut and comforting you.

Trigger Warning: cutting

Word Count: 643

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"Where are you going?" Kunikida asks you, pushing up his glasses as you turn to face him.

You force a small smile, "Just going for a walk."

"Don't take too long, a new mission is coming soon."

He dismisses you with a small wave of his hand. You turn your back on him and walk out with your head held high.

True to your word, you leave the building and traverse the sidewalk before ending up beside the river.

Cold rushing water mesmerizes you as you sit on the lush grass.

It's oddly quiet here.

A tear drops from your eye, rolling down the curve of your cheek as you lay on you back.

Numb.

You don't feel anything except for the numbness eating away at your soul. Empty inside, you stare up at the dimming sky filled with soft clouds.

Soft... like the skin on your arm.

The sky turning a bright crimson... like the stripe dribbling down your arm.

You shake as the sharp blade drags over your s/c skin leaving a red trail in its wake.

The pain flares after the deed is done, successfully distracting you from the ache in your heart.

"Oi, Y/n-chan!" A cheerful voice calls, snapping you from your stupor.

Jolting upwards, you quickly cover your arm and drop your knife. Praying he won't notice the tears on your face or the blood on your hands, you smile at him.

"Hey, Dazai-san."

He returns your smile and shoves his hands into his pockets, "I was wondering where you ran off too. Kunikida-kun wouldn't tell me."

"I didn't say where I was going," you reply, wishing he'd just leave already.

His brown eyes meet yours and he sits right in front of you. You begin to shuffle backwards, but his hand clamps around your injured arm.

Hissing in pain, you look on in horror as he examines your self inflicted wound with an unreadable expression.

"Dazai-san, I can explain-" you start to say, water welling in your eyes.

His gaze hardens, stopping your words.

A pang goes through your chest. You've ruined everything. Dazai will never look at you the same way, he'll think you're pathetic.

Sobbing, you try to yank your arm away from him but his grip is strong.

He drags you closer even as you protest, holding you against his chest.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you're hurting me too?" He asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

His words stun you.

Blinking up at him, you sniffle when he cups your cheek.

"I-I-"

"Sh, it's okay," his warm embrace calms your shakes and relaxes you. "When you feel this way, please come to me."

"Ha, s-says the s-suicidal maniac!" You retort, shoving away from him.

He looks offended.

"I may be suicidal, but there's a difference."

"There isn't!" You point at him accusingly as he stares at you with wide eyes.

Indignant, you rise to your feet, "If I have to go to you when I feel like hurting myself, then you have to come to me when you feel like killing yourself!"

He blinks then slyly smiles, "If we do that, we'll have to be together everyday."

"So?!"

Realizing what you said, you backtrack, "I mean-"

He stands up and grips your shoulders. His soulful brown eyes boring into yours.

Before you can say anything more, he closes the space between you. His lips connect with yours, working against them passionately.

"I love you, Y/n-chan," he whispers into your ear after pulling away.

You press your forehead against his, "I love you too, Dazai-kun."

"So it's decided! From now on, we'll always have each other!" He grins and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

A warm feeling replaces the numbness in your chest.

"Always," you slip your hand into his.