(Chuuya) I don't miss him anymore. Why should I? It's not like him leaving changes anything for me. It's not like I care. Is what I tell myself. Again and again everyday. Because I'm a good liar.

It had always seemed as though Dazai would be the first of their duo to die. However, sometimes fate loves to mock like lives of humans. Chuuya faces his deadline, and Dazai? Well, he won't accept it. ... He'd expected some sort of scoff or jeer in reply, but instead, Dazai grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Chuuya flinched. Dazai didn't touch him with such warm hands, ever. He didn't dare turn around, for the heat rushing to his cheeks were too apparent. It was always like this with them, hiding their feelings and faking annoyance. Though the annoyance wasn't always faked. Dazai read Chuuya like a book and wouldn't hesitate to prove it. He and his smug arrogance would never shut up, and that sickened Chuuya. Whereas Chuuya was loud and brash, equally annoying Dazai. They hated each other truly, as much as they felt... Well, the emotion was unnameable.

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Dazai's super cool secret unhinged diary that is totally not suspicious^-^ (For a better reading experience, read this fic on ao3! I've also wrote a diary version for chuuya there)