"I'm dying, Dazai." "W-what? No, you're kidding. It's a joke, right? Hahaha..." his laughter fades away as his chocolate eyes met Chuuya's serious turquoise ones. "I have a year... maybe even less..." It's a joke, it has to be. Chuuya can't die. Not yet. Dazai waits so long, for the punchline that never comes. "Chuuya..." "It's fine." It isn't. (Original idea)