Sheng Wang's diary after Jiang Tian left.

the sacred text :') ENJOY

Mari... Hero slowly sat up from his bed in the small college dorm, the squeaking of mice he was too tired to kill filled his room. He groaned, looking at the photo of Mari on his bedside table. A small pile of Lysergic acid diethylamide pills was on the ground, knocked over somehow. He looked over at the dents on his colorless walls, his fists blistered from hitting them over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over- Colorless? The wall looks bright. He felt nauseous as he stood up, stepping and crushing the silver pills. He had a new photo on his mirror of Mari, one that he'd taken with his trashy phone back when she was still alive. Gonna vomit. The bathroom of his dorm was filthy. Dirty clothes everywhere, rusted pipes, aging sick in the bathtub. When was the last time I cleaned? Spoilers but trigger warnings in case you didn't read the tags! This contains serious abuse of hallucinogens, strong mentions of depression and other negative mental conditions, this is not a 'ship' fic, this is what I think happened to Hero post-good ending. This fic does jump around places to portray the 'high' he's in, so don't think I was being lazy on that one. I'd also like to state that this might not be entirely accurate to how hallucinogens work as I've never been high on them and I don't know if my research was entirely correct. Also another trigger warning while I'm at it, there's a high implication of suicide and descriptive self harm.

The smell of greased food along with the loud sounds of people were a bit overwhelming to Dazai and yet... And yet so fun. He wanted to grab Chuuya's hand and run aimlessly into the crowd, even if they weren't going to do anything. He just wanted to be in the center of the noise, to experience what everyone else was. His eardrums rang with a loud boom; multicolored silhouettes spread across them. Chuuya's eyes lit up as he tugged on his sleeve with a smile, pointing at the fireworks. Dazai looked up, a blue light shining in his eyes, joined by red and purple. Colors he didn't know could be beautiful followed. Merry Christmas, loves! Hope you enjoy this story <3 -Shiro