#bungous stray dogs hc

[marzowo]

One more post b4 i sleep

Warning that this au is 1:A beast Au x Original Au mix

So its gonna make like no fucking sense

2:Ive never read or watched Bsd or beast bsd

sorry,im hoping someone will help my au makes sense

3: There are probably so many timeline incorrect things with this au,Aka why i got frustrated and gave up :/

Anyway first is the hc that i have,its a small one

But i hc that atsushis hair was originally black,and it turned white during his days in the orphanage and thats how the orphanage knew he was a monster (they didnt know what he was,but child with 'magic' in a toxic church?) probably a demon

They didnt know he was the tiger until later on

The next hc is a huge one :D

and it has to do with religious trauma,Im not going into detail but basically Atsushi has some severe,like some severe religious trauma,not only was he physically abused, The Orphanage's religion was used as a vice of punishment not only for atsushi but all the Orphanage kids,his was just the most severe(like cult typa shit,maybe ot was actually a cult)

Now for the O!bsd x B!bsd au

,l like to imagine for my ver of the au That theres technically 2 headmasters of the orphanage, The original headmaster and his son, when atsushi was a child he was a teenager Atsushi kills the original headmaster and its the son that gets into a car accident later in the bsd series, or you could switch it to atsushi killing the son and after he dies the father repents bcs he knows it was technically his fault.

[This is when shots starts to go downhill and starts to mention timelines]

Atsushi's orphanage bg is exactly like beast au,up to when mori finds him {i think mori might have gone to retrieve him} (this is as someone who nevee read beast tho,so im not sure if shes there but) atsushi escapes the orphanage instead of being kicked out,he roams the streets for awhile mostly sticking to alleys and he eventually finds himself close to ig one of the many bases that the PM has (idk ive never read or watched bsd or beast bsd) and elise is out running an errand(or something IDK WHAT SHE DOES SMH), we all know ellise knows shit she shouldnt,and she recognizes atsushi (idfk maybe she doesnt recognise him,she just finds his hair pretty.) but she takes him to mori and mori takes care of him for some time bcs why not (idk why i made this but,im now realising it makes no sense...) but mori gives him the decision of the port mafia or the ada (this is after a large timeskip btw,atsushi works in rhe shadows and noone,not even dazai knows he works for the pm,everything is essentially like cannon) and he decides he wants to take a break from the mafia for abit {this sounds like a wattpad fanfic,kill me now

and goes to work for the ada,just not in the usual sense, since noone knows who he is and he still works for mori (Queue Cannon) Atsushi basically is a hella good actor. [fuck this idea,all my homies hate this idea. Atsushi is an actor yes but he actually quits the pm instead and goes i to his found family arc.] he decides to join back the pm after the ada goes down Idk but the (current?) arc with dazai and fyodor passes and the pm somehow ends up unscathed but relocated and dazai goes missing [Last i heard he disappeared down an elevator shaft or sumn]

Idfk where this au has gone anymore

Yea :)))

Heres one more HC/AU thingy based off somone elses AU that i saw

The persons Au! - The tiger has the ability to steal abilities when astushi eats the ability owner.

My Additon to the AU: Now i hc that as WR atsushi ate someone who had the ability to change size and appearance (maybe a notorious criminal who didnt pay off his mafia debts) so when life got too interesting or dangerous for him he'd change age and looks and just start all over again (and bcs of his tigers regeneration ability, just like with deadpool he's essentially immortal)

This is a rant,its going on tumblr

UGH

My brain is too full :/

i didnt mean to make it this long tbh

Anyway im hoping somone will like my HC's and AU's and appreciate me pls thank u

GN

[calmlb]

“Chuuya wasn’t in Dark Era, why is he in this art??”

wdym, he’s right here 🤨

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[yebyyhfushi]

[i-eat-mold]

[iztea]

🖤🐈‍⬛🖤

[kiksniko]

i am once again sick. have more sketches

[with-my-calamitous-love]

DON’T BRING ME TO TEARS WHEN I JUST DID MY MAKEUP SO NICE !

chuuya nakahara x f! reader

after a long and draining argument, chuuya makes it up to you in between your thighs.

smut! you are responsible for what you read 🪽

inspired by please please please

it was no ones fault, really.

it was one of those arguments that are really an amalgamation of many different things. that unwashed plate, his late nights and your early mornings, the way he brushes his teeth so god damn loud when you’re trying to read. it happens to every couple- not everything is sunshine, and you have to learn to love each other despite the things that may drive you crazy.

this should have been one of those nights. but it wasn’t.

you finally give out, surrendering your yells as the tears choke down your cheeks. he’s rescheduled this anniversary dinner about 6 times now, all due to his lucrative line of work. you were a okay at first, despite the nerve he had to make you call the restaurant almost all those times to cancel and reschedule.

“i feel like i don’t matter to you, chuuya.” you sigh in frustration, wiping away a tear. his eyebrows crease in shared annoyances, mostly towards himself for letting it get to this point. he’s tired, overworked by that jackass mori, and just wants to come home to you and feel your love. but he’s broken his promises, and knows he’s wronged you- despite how cocky he may be.

“i know, i know, i know, doll.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. he hates seeing you cry, and hates knowing he’s the reason why. he hates that the dress you just bought is now wrinkled due to waiting around in the apartment for him, and that your perfect eyeliner and mascara are smudged because of your arguing.

he isn’t even sure why he argued back. he knows he’s a prick that hates being wrong, but he’s also a prick thats head over heels in love with you. he shouldn’t have pushed you to the side, especially on such an important day. his explanations remained the same, but his promises remained broken.

you eventually sigh in defeat, giving up and locking yourself in the bedroom. chuuya resigns to the couch, opening up a bottle of cabernet and filling his glass full. he tosses his hat and his coat aside, loosely undoes his bolo tie and unbuttons his shirts. if you weren’t sobbing over his asshole-like behaviour, you’d get to see his unreasonably toned abs peaking out from his shirt. messy orange hair hangs low from his shoulders, tired and missing you.

a few hours go by. chuuya’s had his fair share of alcohol, but he’s not intoxicated enough to miss the subtle click of the bedroom door unlocking.

he hesitantly walks over to the door, creaking it open to see you standing there. his eyes shamelessly roam your body, seeing how you’ve removed the dress and stripped down to just your panties.

“i was just gonna go to sleep.” you sigh. its not like he hasn’t seen every inch of you, anyway.

“wait.” he says, gently taking your hand and looking into your eyes. (impressive, considering you’re literally naked in front of him.)

you don’t say anything, but your fingers do interlock with his. it gives chuuya the green light to speak.

“…i’m sorry, doll. i shouldn’t have kept rescheduling and accepting you not to care. you do matter. it meant just as much to me as it did to you.” say what you will about chuuya, but he is a stand up guy. he’ll own up to it, especially if he knows its important to you.

you sigh, your lips curling into a small smile. its hard, damn near impossible to stay mad at him. “please don’t make me call the restaurant again, babe.”

chuuya chuckles, and you can see the remnants of the wine on his lips. he knows you’re only half joking, but he kisses your forehead in reassurance. “no, i have something different in mind.”

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chuuya eats pussy like he’s starved.

he drags you to the end of the bed, getting on his knees and places kisses on your innermost corners until your sobbing, begging for him to kiss you. he’ll use his thumbs to spread you open, just admiring the way he gets your fluids dripping down. he’ll spit on your pussy, seeing how it runs down your already gushing core before he finally goes in.

slowly, he’ll sink down between your trembling thighs, his tongue darting out to take that first tantalizing lick. you arch your back at just that light contact, knowing you’ll be in for a long night. his hands grab your hips, blessedly holding you in place while he lavishes your pussy.

“your pussy is so pretty, baby.” he moans against you, closing his eyes and loving how warm and soft you are. he savours this taste likes its the last he’ll ever have. as intimate as the moment is, you both know he’ll fuck his cock into you filthy and fast later- better to enjoy the soft stuff now.

“je pourrais rester ici pendant des heures.” he groans with you, the vibrations sending waves of warm pleasure through your body. it starts from your teary eyes, than to your sensitive breasts, down to your stomach and the finally reaching chuuya in between your thighs. every now and then his eyes will open, looking up to see your flushed pink face, but he doesn’t dare remove his mouth. not until your soaking wet for him.

“chuuya! oh, fuck, please!” you whine, grabbing fistfuls of silky orange hair. he chuckles almost cruely, knowing that he’s not stopping any time soon. he does this just as much for him as he does for you, if not more. he loves the way you moan his name, how your pussy tastes. it makes his cock fill out knowing that he’s the only guy that gets to taste it.

“please what doll? want me to stop?” he asks, already knowing what the answer is. he teases you by slowing down his tongue, only touching your pulsing heat with just the tip of it. you almost cry, begging him to keep going.

“bonne fille, tu as tellement bon goût.” he praises you, wrapping his wine-stained lips around your clit and sucking in a way that gets you sobbing from the pleasure. you want to wrap your thighs around his head, pushing him deeper, but he keeps your legs nice and spread for him. “just like that, doll. god, you’re so pretty like this. can’t wait to fuck you so good later.”

you can feel yourself unraveling, and chuuya knows it. his tongue, lips and teeth move in a messy pattern, making your toes curl deliciously. you’re so close, almost seeing white as you approach your high. he does everything to make it as intense as possible, ending it off with one long stroke from bottom to the tip of your clit.

you wail when you cum, chuuya’s thumb rubbing your clit in circles guiding you through the orgasm. your chest heaves as he moves up higher, placing a kiss on your neck. “don’t worry baby, i’ll make you squirt tonight. just relax.”

safe to say that if chuuya was gonna make you cry, he should do it like this instead.

[fyodor-s-rat]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS - when they want a hug

ft.: Dazai, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Nikolai, Fyodor

summary: what do they do when they want a hug?

Dazai

he's overall very touchy and clingy

so hugs with him are a regular thing

he just unexpectedly throws his arms around you, pulling you close

his grip is surprisingly strong, and he won't let you go easily

sometimes you're just chilling on a couch and he basically jumps on you, making you yelp

Kunikida

he's not the type to just come to you and hug you regularly

this doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hugging you, he simply forgets because of all the work he has

but when he's really stressed, he tends to hug you from the back

he unexpectedly wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder

you just stay like this for a while, not saying a word

Akutagawa

he won't ask for a hug ever.

but he secretly craves physical touch

hovewer, he would rather die than admit it

so you're the one who initiates the hug usually

but when he's needy and you're busy at the moment, he tries to make small hints

(he just stares at you)

and he gets frustrated when you don't get his hints and ignore it

so he just activates rashomon, pulling you close to him by your waist

he won't let you go easily, his hand resting on the back of your head and the other around your waist

Chuuya

this guy gets what he wants

so when he's needy for a hug, he just says something like "come here, darling" and extends both arms

but sometimes, when he's in a bad mood, he doesn't say a thing, he just wraps his arms around you

he loves when you scratch his hair

his hold is really tight

he likes to squeeze your ass while hugging you

Nikolai

he's similarly clingy like Dazai

he just appears next to you out of nowhere and pulls you close

he always does it so aggressively tho 😭

his large body is practically suffocating you

loves being a big spoon as much as being a little spoon

very touchy, he likes to touch you everywhere

loves giving you head pats

Fyodor

let's be honest, he's not very fond of physical touch of any kind

but that doesn't mean he completely hates it

he's still just a human after all, and even though he seems emotionless, i hold onto the belief that he has emotions deep down

hovewer, when he does want a hug on rare occasions, he won't say it. nuh uh

he would take action

fyodor would reach for you and pull you into his embrace

his arms wrapped around your body, but never touching any explicit area (if you know what i mean)

it is kind of strange, he doesn't say a thing while holding you

he always pulls away first, quietly walking elsewhere

[strawbqq]

𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕗

[Warnings: none, all fluff, x gn!reader✰] [Word count: 256 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

sfw. hcs

shows his affection through gift-giving or quality time

since bro's rich af, he will spoil you w/ so much expensive gifts all the time!! ＼(≧▽≦)／

takes his duty as your bf VERY seriously

def. leaning toward the overprotective/dominant side

probably gets jealous very easily lmao

against showing too much affection in public bc of his involvement with the mafia, but would let u hold his hand

very clingy and touchy at home, loves to hug u from behind <33

absolutely luuuuuuuuv to cuddle with you all the time!!! ( ' ▽ ' )

whines and mopes around when u don't give him enough attention, please hug him and say u love him ♡

has those cute lil stuffed animals and things around his apartment, don't tell anyone tho he's into sanrio you cant change my mind

an excellent cook. he's like a housewife, does all the chores

scared of roaches, one time he had an unfortunate encounter with one in the bathroom and threw his cinnamoroll slipper at it

loves it when u play with his hair

(make him take his hat off first)

secretly loves it when u wear his clothes but would never admit it

heaviest sleeper in all of existence, doesn't wake up even if u jump him

chases you around when you call him short lmao

10/10 as a bf, tsundere darling (¬‿¬ )

a/n: omigosh love him sm!!!! hes so sweet (✧ω✧) but REQUESTS ARE OPEN REQUSTS ARE OEOJA NREQUESTS ARE OPEN REQUESTS ARE OPEN PLEASE REQUEST sorry

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀ��ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

o(≧▽≦)o

[yucbimhbbbbbbbb]

Soukouku comic :3 I hc Chuuya being afraid of the thunderstorms just for silly’s

ALSO HAPPY PRIDEEEE 🌈🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💙💜🩷 💙💛🩷 🖤🩶🤍💜 🖤💜🤍💛 🩷🤍💜🖤💙 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 and YES THERE WILL BE SKK AND BSD PRIDE FANART COMING 🥰🥰

[chocsra]

✧ STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS .... (pt 2 -> pt 1!)

✧ w/c: 770 ✧ content: drabbles & headcanons of cute things with best friend!stormbringer! chuuya

☆ watching as you do your makeup, his upper lip hinged into an annoyed frown. "did you know, if you hurried up we could get your damn ice cream much quicker?" the teenager rolls his eyes as he stands beside you, extending his wrist to examine the time on his analog wristwatch—expense swimming in his choice of attire. you ignore him as you draw a fine streak of eyeliner into a mirror, chuuya purses his lips in boredom. "its just ice cream." he repeats, before ruffling his russet hair, not paying attention to how your gripping the instrument much tighter. "its just ice cre—" before the boy could finish his sentence, he was soon cut off to eyeliner being thrown straight at his face.

☆ enabling his nosy side, any activity he was doing being completely dismissed as soon as new gossip inhabits the area.

"[y/n], i think i saw your ex-boyfriend today." he whispers, fiddling with his gloves in thought. you, studying in a library, immediately stopped your pencil and paid your undivided attention to the redhead. "what do you mean you saw my ex?" you question, sassily glaring at him as he elegantly sips on some coffee. "y'know, the one that wasn't ready for a relationship." chuuya says, "that was something else, we never dated." you scoff in disbelief, returning to your schoolwork. the redhead cocks a brow in annoyance, "yea yea, whatever. point is, i saw that jackass with another girl, to hell he wasn't ready for a relationship." another girl? you immediately drop your pencil again and drop your jaw, "what?" the boy nods sassily, pulling out his phone to show you a picture of indeed a romantic date of your ex-talking stage and another girl in a makeup store. "holy shit, i think i know her." you clasp a hand over your mouth, cheek smushed against his shoulder to get a closer look. "but why were you in a makeup store alone?"

...

an overcoming silence took over the two of you, "shut up." he quips before turning off his phone and motioning you to continue studying.

☆ watching movies with completely different reactions. sometimes, you'd go to the movie theatre together, watch in the middle of the night on a video call, or in the comfort of one of your homes. he'd curl his upper lip into a leer at some shoujo anime as you would giggle and kick your feet. "oh my god, he's practically harrassing her, he should be arrested." chuuya complains, looking extremely distressed at the current predicament of the show, looking over to you for approval of this treatment. you could only fawn and giggle, "usui takumi!"

☆ chuuya enjoys action movies, but sometimes complains when they're not accurate or over-exaggerated. he fanboys whenever gravity is mentioned and genuinely closes his eyes in a deep sadness whenever a dog's story is told. you have never seen him more upset than when you watched "a dog's way home" together.

☆ being so envious of chuuya's damn eyelashes. they're long and luscious with a natural lift that almost looks like they were curled. his lashes often contrasted with his stormy eye colour and freckle-stained cheeks. you'd find home in the storm by holding eyelash curler, pinching at his lashes as the boy huffs and groans. "it hurts— dammnit!" the redhead pouts, pushing your fingers away, messing up the calcuations of your hand as his eyelid gets pinched. "chuuya!" you (both) scream.

☆ there's something else about doing his makeup against his will, though. the subtle look in his eyes, the kind of look that brews up something in the pit of your stomach. he peers through his lashes and the handle of your brush, the two of you making silent eye contact in your room before quickly turning away.

☆ chuuya getting pissed off whenever you snap a unflattering photo of him. so in return, he shoves his phone in your face at the randomest time to catch a photo even the port mafia wouldn't be able to get out of you. instead, he stares at the picture each time, and even if you're struggling to get the boy to delete it, he just screams: "why can't i take a bad photo?!"

☆ sometimes wondering where you lay on friendship. why do you feel so drawn to chuuya, and why does he feel so close to you? his mind tells him you're his dearest friend, but his heart aches for something more. since the redhead believes a heart is what he lacks, he'll never accept the risk of loving someone, loving you.

✧ chocsra™

[laugandraws]

the night before the end of it all.

[moomuzan]

— 𝖎 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓

reader is suffering from depression , chuuya , kunikida , akutagawa , atsushi , dazai x gn! reader , implied suicide , angst , (is this any good?) , requested

It began softly, as all tragedies do, with a change so slight no one could see it but you. The world, once vast and full of light, began to shrink. Rooms became smaller, days shorter. Colors faded into muted shades of themselves, until even the sky—once so infinite and forgiving—felt like nothing more than a ceiling, pressing down with slow inevitability.

What began as exhaustion became detachment, and detachment turned into something darker. You could feel it in your bones, in the heaviness of your limbs when you tried to rise in the morning, as though every part of you conspired to keep you still, to keep you sinking. You watched your reflection one day and didn’t recognize it—eyes sunken, cheeks hollow, lips pressed into a line so thin it looked almost like defeat. You were unraveling thread by thread, and no one noticed because unraveling happens quietly, invisibly.

At first, you tried to hide it, pulling up smiles like threadbare curtains to block out the truth. They believed you because they wanted to, because seeing you fade would mean they had to act, and no one knew how.

No one truly understands how heavy the absence of light can be.

KUNIKIDA

He noticed first, though he didn’t understand what it was he was seeing. He believed in systems, in cause and effect, in logic. You were a puzzle that no longer fit together properly, pieces shifting in ways that defied his understanding. You were late to work, distracted, your handwriting sloppier, your presence a dim echo of what it once was.

“Something’s wrong,” he said one day, his voice calm but firm, the way a man might speak when trying to steady a crumbling wall.

“I’m fine,” you replied, your voice flat, practiced, already exhausted by the question.

Kunikida was not a man who accepted half-measures, but when you looked at him—really looked at him—he felt something unnameable twist in his chest. Your eyes were empty, hollowed out like the windows of an abandoned house.

He wanted to do something. He wanted to fix you, as though you were an equation that simply needed balance. But he didn’t know how to solve a problem he couldn’t define. And so he stood there, watching you drift further away, until one day there was nothing left to watch at all.

When the news came, Kunikida sat at his desk long after the Agency had emptied, staring down at his pristine notebook. He wrote your name on the first page, perfectly centered. It was a gesture of order, of trying to place you somewhere where you could still exist. But the ink blurred as tears splashed down onto the paper, and he realized, with bitter clarity, that there are some things even principles cannot save.

“I should have known,” he whispered to the empty room, but the silence only answered him with its weight.

AKUTAGAWA

He was not soft, and he did not believe in softness. The world had never been gentle to him, and so he did not know how to be gentle in return. When he saw you pulling away, he took it as betrayal, as though your silence was a judgment against him, an accusation.

“You’re hiding something,” he told you, his voice sharp as broken glass. “Tell me what it is.”

You turned your face away, a hollow laugh escaping your lips—more air than sound. “It doesn’t matter, Akutagawa.”

The words angered him. How could it not matter? How could you—someone who had once seen him as more than just a weapon—act as though none of it mattered? His frustration festered into rage, a futile, desperate kind of rage that he turned on himself the moment you were gone.

When he stood at your grave, the wind whipping around him like a cruel whisper, his fists were clenched so tightly his nails bit into his skin. He didn’t cry; he didn’t know how. Instead, he stood there, silent and still, the words he could never say burning in his throat.

“I should have stopped you. I should have made you listen.”

But no one listens to a blade when it tries to be a hand.

ATSUSHI

Atsushi saw you fading in the same way he had once faded—slowly, as though the light inside you was being siphoned away piece by piece. He tried to reach you, his voice soft, his hands always hesitant.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” he told you one evening, his tone so careful, so earnest it almost hurt to hear.

You looked at him then, and there was something in your expression—something deep and weary and ancient—that made his heart ache. “It’s not something you can carry for me, Atsushi.”

“But I can try,” he whispered.

You smiled faintly, the corners of your mouth twitching upward in something that wasn’t joy but obligation. And then you turned away, leaving him with the quiet knowledge that you were slipping through his fingers like sand.

When you were gone, Atsushi sat by the river, the same river you had once watched with him. His tears fell freely, and he sobbed into the crook of his arm, his cries drowned out by the endless flow of water.

“Why wasn’t I enough?” he choked out, but the river, indifferent and eternal, offered no answers.

CHUUYA

He had never been good at subtlety. He saw you unraveling, and he tried to pull you back with both hands, as though sheer force of will could save you.

“Talk to me!” he shouted one night, his voice hoarse with anger and desperation. “Tell me what the hell is going on!”

“There’s nothing to say, Chuuya,” you said softly, your tone so quiet it seemed to shrink the room.

And in that moment, he hated you a little—for giving up, for shutting him out, for refusing to let him save you. But beneath the anger was fear, a deep and cloying fear that he didn’t know how to name.

When you were gone, Chuuya didn’t drink to forget. He drank to remember. He sat in the bar you once loved, a glass of whiskey untouched in front of him, and replayed every conversation, every silence, every moment he had failed you.

“I would’ve fought for you,” he muttered into the empty glass. “I would’ve done anything.”

But there was nothing left to fight for.

DAZAI

Dazai knew from the start. He saw the quiet unraveling in your movements, in your voice, in the way you stared out windows like you were already gone. He watched you with a gaze that was too knowing, too familiar, because he understood what you were feeling. He knew what it was to exist in a world that felt too heavy, too dark, too much.

“Don’t do this,” he said one night, his voice soft as the shadows. “You don’t have to go where I’ve been.”

You looked at him then, your eyes full of a sadness too vast to carry. “Maybe I’m already there, Dazai.”

When you were gone, Dazai stood at the edge of a rooftop, staring down at the world below. The wind tugged at his coat, his hair, whispering the same familiar temptation. But he didn’t move. Instead, he laughed—a soft, bitter sound that was more breath than voice.

“Of course you’d leave me like this,” he murmured to the stars. “But I suppose we always knew you would.”

And so he stayed, carrying the weight of your absence like an old, familiar ghost.

[yebyyhfushi]

🏳️‍⚧️

[i-eat-mold]

Part one (?) of this idea I talked about a while ago on this post and that won’t leave my mind. Dazais episodes. It’s 4:30am and jahssjwj

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