Let The Light In

Let The Light In

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 28, 2024
Chuuya Nakahara woke up confused that morning. He hadn't remembered falling asleep the night before, then again he had been slinging drink after drink with his ex partner Dazai Osamu, who decided he'd stick around. How typical of the suicidal foul to only stick around after the promise of alcohol. Chuuya hadn't remembered falling asleep with Dazai like they often did, he shrugged. He'd see the bandaged freak the next day during their partnered mission. Good riddance, he'd say. A day of peace. And he was right, Dazai was there. Looking somber as ever, but still there. Dressed exactly like Chuuya had left him a few nights ago, Chuuya didn't care. He just wanted to get on with his life, though he couldn't understand the frequent stares that came with Dazai's newfound odd behavior..
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"Coffee was a grounding scent in Dazai's life. It was dark and calm and sharp at the same time, twisting into a warm comfort. Every morning as he set up the coffeeshop he saw his hands stop shaking. He always woke up trembling those days, but the smell of the coffee beans he was grinding up helped him put his thoughts aside." Dazai Osamu was trying to rebuild his life. Grief had wrapped itself around him, a scarf that refused to leave. He hadn't asked for Kunikida to come walking into his workplace and start dredging up both Dazai's pain and his past. One never truly moves on from the mafia. There is always a ghost to pull the heart back.

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