Osamu Dazai, dead at twenty-two. A son. A friend. A partner. A ghost. Chuuya hasn't been the same since. He wears Dazai's hoodies. Sleeps on his side of the bed. Keeps his things untouched. And sometimes-at 2 a.m., brushing his teeth or doing laundry-he sees him again. Laughing. Talking. Pouring milk in a bowl of rice. Everyone says grief is a process. But no one warned Chuuya it would come with hallucinations that remember how he liked his tea. . . . ---- I'm not tellin' you what happens! You have to read for yourself to find out.

It had been almost two years since Xie Lian had fought White-no-face, and it had been just as long since Qi Rong's host body had been burned to a crisp, and his soul had dispersed into many, many fragments. So, Xie Lian, for the sake of making Guzi happy (and saving Lang Qianqiu's sanity from the everlasting questions the kid annoyed him with), had decided to try to stich his cousin's soul back together. Basically, Qi Rongs redemption arc, because I know at least 3 of you might want to read something like this :) Yes, this is Post-Canon and might be a bit OOC, so I apologise in advance. There might be a bit of Qi Rong x Lang Qianqiu, but I'll warn you at the start of those "romance"-heavy chapters. Comment something nice if you like it, and don't forget to share with other TGCF fans! Again: The Characters are not mine! All rights to the characters go to MXTX, I am only the one who wrote the fanfiction! I am currently only on Wattpad, so please write me if, through some miracle, someone finds this and decides to repost it on AO3!!

Haruki Hoshino has never been one to play by the rules. The loud, reckless kid in the back of the classroom, who laughs off his terrible grades and shrugs at every expectation. To most, he's just a rebellious slacker-someone who never tries and never will. No one expects anything from him, and that's exactly how he wants it. But Haruki isn't as simple as he seems. Beneath the carefree smirks and careless attitude, he carries a truth no one would believe-a burden so heavy that silence is the only way to bear it. Because if he ever spoke, the world he's built around himself might just come crashing down.

Yokohama. The home of Dazai Osamu. Successful, attractive, popular- Utterly broken. Because Dazai wants to fade when the Sunflowers wilt. ---- A soukoku fanfic I have been planning to write. I'd really appreciate it if you could at least check out a few of the chapters and leave a comment or two. Thank you :) Please note: I don't view Mori Ougai as a ped*phile! If you do, and have a problem with my depiction of him in this Au, please don't comment anything about me being in the wrong! Your comment may get deleted depending on my mood :)