Summary:
“It’s worse than that,” Chuuya said. “He hasn’t gone grocery shopping in two weeks.”
“Well sometimes we all lose track of time-”
“He hasn’t needed to go grocery shopping in two weeks,” Akutagawa cut in.
Dazai took a moment to process that.
“Fuck,” was his conclusion.
Atsushi and Dazai both struggle with their inner demons, but at least they're not alone.
(Elsewhere, he thinks he might begin to understand.)
Written for Dazatsu Week Day 4 (belated)
(This fic deals with eating disorders and self harm. Mind the tags and take care of yourself.)
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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
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i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us
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