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Dazai wandered down the streets of Yokohama, the bright lights and clean air surrounding him. He had just left the port mafia.

I mean... it was Odasaku’s dying wish, and he had to follow that. But it felt empty... Without Mori nagging him to get into a dress or about missions, Elise being a brat, except- Chuuya wasn’t there to argue with, and how would Akutagawa get on without him? Chuuya doesn't train people like Dazai does.
Just as he had gone to turn a corner, he heard a familiar, annoying voice.

“CHIBI!” Dazai basically yelled, looking down at the small ginger that stood Infront of him. Who was also seemingly pissed at dazai.

“Shut mackerel! Boss might hear you.” Chuuya responded, clearly annoyed.

“Awhh! Did you sneak out to find me?” and as Dazai said that Chuuya went red with anger, delivering an elbow to Dazais side. Letting Dazai fall, clutching his side.

“Where are you going Mackerel? You don’t have any missions.”

Just before Dazai could respond, A slimy voice rang out from behind them both, Dazai’s face falling. And chuuya shutting up.

“Boss.”

“Chuuya-kun! Could I have a moment with Dazai?”

“Yes boss.” chuuya grumbled before walking off.

“Shuji.” Mori spoke, God Dazai hated that slimy voice so much. And he hated that nickname even more.

“What.” Dazai responded, the attitude and annoyance in his voice evident. But dazai also knew he couldn’t give too much backchat; he didn’t want to spend another night in the kennel Afterall.

“I can’t have you running off every time someone you’re attached to dies. It’s a bad look on the mafia.” Mori spoke, but something deeper was lying under his voice, something cold. Dazai honestly didn’t say anything; he didn’t know what to say.

“Let's head back, yes. Shuji?”
“whatever.” *dazai grumbled, scratching at his bandages.*

“Good boy.” Mori spoke, Dazai shooting him a sharp glare. But otherwise following Mori back to the base.

Back at the base, Dazai is lounging on Mori’s couch, Elise drawing on the floor while Mori files paperwork. “I have a mission for you Shuji.”

“Thats not my name. it’s Dazai.”

“Don’t be silly, anyways. You and chuuya will be going on a mission to the prestige Hero school over in Mustafasa, I need information on them so you will be faking students and enrolling. There is no need for you to do the Course to get in as I’ve talked to the principal.”

“A hero school?” Dazai scoffed

“Yes, a hero school. I’ve told Nakahara and he packed your stuff for you. Your train leaves in 2 hours.”

“Whatever.” he grumbles
“I’ll miss you Shuji-Kun!"

“Go die.” Dazai spoke before walking out to meet with Chuuya and hirochi, as mori assigned Hirotsu to watch over them till they were on the train.

“Shitty mackerel, going on a fucking mission, mph.” Chuuya grumbled as they walked, clearly annoyed that they had to do this.

“Awhh, c'mon chibi! You know you love me~.”
“Jump off a cliff.” Chuuya grumbled, Hirotsu slightly annoyed by their bickering.

Dazai hopped along, With that fake smile per usual. God, he hated mori, a fucking hero school? He doesn't need to go to school! He’s too smart for those idiots.
Hirochi leaves them once they get to the train, Chuuya bringing the bags on as Dazai had complained, they sit down on the train and lean back, Dazai slightly dozing. Except chuuya, he felt someone staring so he looked around. Some weird hobo dressed in all black, with a tired look and a gray scarf.
The hobo looked concerned, seeing Dazai’s body littered with bandages, head to toe, especially over his right eye. It was none of his business, so why was he staring. The moment he noticed chuuya looking at him he Looked away.

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Sorry it's such a small chapter, I've been really busy with Getting ready for exams!

Hope you enjoyed:)

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They Stand in front of the building, sighing before entering, the walk up to reception and Dazai goes to put on his charm before Chuuya elbows him in the side.

“Hello, we’re here for a meeting with Principal Nezu?” Chuuya spoke, clearing his throat to get the woman's attention, After Chuuya had spoken to her, He grabbed Dazai’s arm and dragged him along to Nezu’s office, Dazai winking at every lady he saw, and Chuuya then elbowing him every time he did so.

They got to Nedzu’s office and knocked before a voice rang out.
"Come in!”

When they heard the 2 boys enter, they looked around before their eyes locked on the rat sitting on the chair. “Sit down!” The rat spoke, beside him the same hobo looking man from the train, Chuuya’s eyes narrowing. He didn’t trust him whatsoever. “This is Aizawa, he’ll be your homeroom teacher for your time here.”

Dazai’s smile raised, thinking of ways to annoy Aizawa before getting another sharp elbow to the stomach this time. Nezu and Aizawa glancing and the teens dynamic relationship, “Sorry about him. I'm sure He’ll behave for the classes.”

“He better.” Nezu heard Aizawa grumble. Clearing his throat and starting to explain the rules, the dorms, etc.

Around 10 minutes later, they sat inside the dorms. Dazai is already asleep, lazy bastard. But Chuuya’s eyes can’t help but wander over all the bandages, sighing and looking at the door.

Getting up and walking out to the kitchen, the students of Class 1A looking over at him, The Red-spiky haired guy speaking up.

“Hey dude!” Kirishima Spoke, a toothy grin sneaking up onto his face as he walked over to chuuya, shaking his hand.

“Hey?” Chuuya spoke, pulling his hand away.

“I'm Kirishima dude, You?” The guy Spoke, oddly happy.
“Chuuya.”

“Sick name! See you in class!” And with that Kirishima walked off, Leaving Chuuya alone.

He walked to the kitchen and looked for canned crab and then cooking it Before bringing it back to Dazai’s dorm room and entering, keeping quiet as Dazai was asleep.

“Mackerel?” Chuuya sat the food on Dazai’s desk, nudging Dazai till he woke, knowing dazai would have some snarky remark about Chuuya making his food, but there was none.

Dazai looked at the food as if it was poison and Chuuya sighed. “You need to eat idiot.” Chuuya grumbled, this wasn’t the first time dazai did this, He did it every time He was upset.

Dazai ignored the food and hugged Chuuya, HUGGED? Chuuya was surprised to say the least. But place a hand on Dazai’s back, is he just overwhelmed by the others energy? Probably.

"Fucking idiot...” Chuuya grumbled, laying back onto the bed with Dazai clinging to him, soon dozing off.

In the morning, Dazai is back to his normal cheerful, Annoying self, Except. He has a meeting with Aizawa, and Chuuya isn't allowed to go along with him, shit.

He knocks on the office door before entering, looking around for Aizawa until he feels a hand on his shoulder, tensing and pulling away almost immediately. “Take a seat, Osamu. And fix your uniform.”

Dazai did as he was told, Aizawa was stern like Mori. And he didn’t like it a single bit. “Yes sir.” Dazai kept that stupid smile on his face, He wasn’t afraid of Aizawa. But he kept thinking of Mori No matter who it was. Mori’s stupid slimy smile, the way he spoke. He hated it all.

“Those bandages, what are they for?” Aizawa said, noticing the way Dazai’s smile almost slipped down. But he had made it bigger this time.

“These? Just for style sir!” Dazai spoke, God damn it. They had just got here, and he’s already pulled everywhere. Can’t he get a break.
“Style?” Aizawa speaks, An eyebrow raised.

“Yes sir!” Dazai happily cheered.

“Alright, I'm going to trust you dazai. But go see Recovery girl.

Dazai nods and walks out. Was he hell going to see Recovery Girl? He sighs and continues walking down the hall. And into Class 1A, there were so many people here, so Dazai took a seat at the back and waited for chuuya, but while waiting a few people came up to him, some broccoli haired boy, a Brown-haired girl and some half n half weirdo.

“Ah- H-hello! I'm Midoriya!” Broccoli boy almost yelled, yikes...

“Todoroki.” The guy with red and white hair spoke up, he had a red scar on his face. Wonder how.

“Ochako!” The brown hair girl spoke,

“I'm Osamu Dazai. It’s a pleasure.” He takes Ochako’s hand gently and kisses. The girl turned red and got flustered.

“So, what’s your quirk!” Izuku spoke.

“Qui- right! - My ‘quirk’ Is no longer human. It’s basically nullification.” Dazai spoke, ignoring the eyes wandering over his bandages. “What about all of yours?”

“I have fire and ice."

“Super strength!”

“Zero gravity!”

“Zero gravity? That’s like Chibis!” Dazai spoke, pointing at chuuya as he entered and walked over.

“Stop pointing at me Mackerel!” Chuuya shouts, ignoring the 3 concerned looks as chuuya and Dazai bicker. Getting louder as they were about to start yelling, except everybody went quiet as Aizawa walked in, sitting in their seats.

“Stop your bickering. Class is in session.” Aizawa spoke, his voice stern and cold, His eyes flickering to dazai with a hint of Concern. But it quickly wiped away as he returned to class.

“Today We have a guest.” He says, but before he can finish. All might burst into the door.

Chuuya glanced at Dazai. “Great. The fake hero.” He grumbled, clearly annoyed.

“I AM HERE!!” All Might yelled, some of the students covering their ears, some looking annoyed, and most of them excited. But before anyone could get a word in, Aizawa spoke up.

“Silence. You all may be excited. But we need to quiet down. This isn’t a playground.” Aizawa spoke, clearly annoyed at all might's presence.

“Lighten up Shota!” All might's voice boomed throughout the room, Dazai and Chuuya side eyeing one another. Dazai letting out a tiny snicker, Receiving a glare from Aizawa in return.

“Enough you both.” Aizawa spoke, earning a loud moan as Dazai leaned back in his seat. Soon being elbowed by Chuuya and also getting a few concerned looks.
“Sorry sensei! ~”

“Zip it dazai!” Chuuya yelled at dazai, whacking his head

“Owww chibii..”

“Both of you SHUT IT!” The angry blonde screamed

“ALL OF YOU, enough.” Aizawa spoke, his voice loud.
The 3 boys immediately shut their mouths, Katsuki grumbling, Chuuya leaning back and dazai huffing and putting his head on the desk bored.

Aizawa slipped into his sleeping bag and grumbled a quick good luck to all might and to do whatever.
A few minutes later they were all stood outside Chatting in the UA training uniform, waiting for all might. Dazai turned to chuuya and grumbled
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“These clothes are so uncomfortable.” Dazai huffed, trying to get comfortable in the outfits they were provided.

“Stop moaning Mackerel.”

“But chuuyaaa!!”

“OI!!” someone yelled, stomping over to both of them.
“WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH YOU BOTH!!”

“Kacchan wait!” Another yelled, the same green messy hair popped out from behind the angry blonde.

“EH? Got a problem Pomeranian?” Chuuya snarked back, as if this angry dog could speak to him like that.

“WHAT’D YOU SAY?”

They were all momentarily cut off by all might appearing and screaming his usual ‘I am here’. How unoriginal.

*i am NOT doing the full class, I'll give a rundown.*

Bakugou v Chuuya
Dazai v Kirishima
Izuku v Denki
Ochako v mina
Jirou v Momo
Todoroki v Mineta
etc.
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Dazai and chuuya walk back to the dorms and sit in Chuuya's dorm, dazai on the floor and Chuuya sat on his bed, dazai doing his useless moaning about how much he hates mori, how bored he is and how he hates the school.

“Shut up Mackare-!” Chuuya was momentarily cut off by a phone ringing, Dazai checking to see he was being phoned by Mori, going silent and sitting up.

“It’s Boss.” Dazai spoke, his voice immediately going cold.

“Answer it then Mackerel!”

“I am!” Dazai yelled back, scrambling to answer the phone that was across the room, unaware that someone was listening in through the door.

Dazai grabbed the phone and clicked answer, immediately a sickenly sweet voice came through the phone.
“Shuji!” Mori spoke, unaware chuuya was there.

“Chuuya’s here too boss.” Dazai grumbled

“Ah, Nakahara. How’s the mission?” Mori spoke, his voice going cold as he realized chuuya was there Aswell.

“It’s going good boss.” Chuuya spoke, voice tense.

“Dazai, Any information.” Mori spoke through the phone, his sick, slimy voice just teasing and annoying dazai more.

“Why do you care--” Dazai went to respond, but immediately getting a pillow thrown at his face.

“Don’t speak to the boss that way Shitty mackerel!” Chuuya yelled.

Mori cuts chuuya off through the phone “It’s quite alright Nakahara, I know how Osamu gets.”

Dazai grumbled and handed the phone to Chuuya, not wanting to talk to Mori. “Mackarel- ugh! Sorry boss.”

“Oh its alright chuuya, aslong as you both update me, yes?”

“Will do boss.” Chuuya spoke before hanging up, Dazai eyeing the door as he sat up. An odd feeling in his chest, he walked over and opened the door, ignoring Chuuya's moans. Nobody was there, could’ve sworn... Who cares.

And the person that heard everything? Ochako, and she was at aizawas office telling him EVERYTHING.

Dazai shut the door and sat beside Chuuya, going to speak but immediately getting cut off.

“Shirt off, im replacing those bandages.” Chuuya spoke, grabbing a roll of bandages out his drawers, as Dazai took his shirt and bandages off, and just as Chuuya was re-bandaging Dazai the door slammed open, Aizawa stood there, Ochako at one side and Nezu at the other.

His face cold, but almost immediately flickering with concern as he saw all the scars and wounds that littered Dazai’s body. Immediately signaling Ochako to get recovery girl.

Dazai was frozen, Chuuya wrapping a hoodie to hide Dazai, almost as if he was shielding Dazai from the eyes of others.
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THE ENDDD!! (Sorry for cliffhanger!! Post next monday!)

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Guys chapter 3 wil be late and maybe a short chapter since iv had alot going on! Sorry.

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How had they gotten here. Chuuya and Dazai sat in principal Nezu’s office with recovery girl standing behind Dazai and Aizawa stood behind Chuuya. Nezu, however. Was sat in his seat with a smile on his face.

Dazai, Had the same snarky act he always had. Despite now being bandaged he sat on the seat with a smile on his face, ready to lie their way out of this. Luckily, they did not know of the Mafia, because Mori would’ve damn near killed them for letting anyone find out.

“I assume, you both know why your here.” Nezu spoke up, Dazai was usually amazing at reading people. So how come he couldn't read this small excuse of a mouse?

Dazai and Chuuya shot each other a glance before Dazai spoke up.

"Not at all sirs!” He smiled, But Chuuya just looked away and all the adults glanced at each other.

Aizawa clears his throat. “Well, don’t try to play this off. We know what we saw-"
Aizawa stopped speaking when Nezu lifted a hand.

"We have called your guardians Mr. Mori and Ms. Koyo.”

Dazai froze, oh how fucked he is. Chuuya just glanced away awkwardly. But never-the less Nezu continued.

“You will be going home for the summer holidays, as much as the staff think you both would be safer here, we do not have a dorm system yet.

“Shit.” Chuuya mumbled, ‘home.’ They say, clearly, they do not know Mori.

Dazai couldn’t say anything. Just nodded as the door opened and the 2 adults entered. Mori, with a stupid smile on his face stood behind dazai, and Koyo standing behind Chuuya.

Dazai started picking at his bandages, Recovery girl silently telling him off as the 2 adults talk to Aizawa and Nezu. All dazai did was glance at chuuya who shot a worried look back at him.

After they leave, Mori tells Koyo to go on ahead and that he needs to talk to Osamu, so she grabbed Chuuya’s arm and wandered off.

“Shuji. I’m disappointed. Getting in trouble the first week?” Mori spoke, but all Dazai did was grumble. “Let’s head back to Yokohama then We’ll talk punishment, you're lucky they didn’t find out about the mission."

“Ugh!” Dazai groaned, but shutting up when Mori shot him a glare, just silently huffing as they walked down the road to the train station where Chuuya and koyo wait. Mori muttered a quiet ‘good boy’, but dazai simply ignored him.

Dazai and Mori Walk over to the pair waiting by the train and dazai stands beside chuuya as they all walk onto the train, koyo and chuuya sitting on one side of the booth and Mori/Dazai sitting on the other, Chuuya nodding at dazai, Dazai. Understanding the gesture, nodded back with a thumbs up.

Dazai just sighs and leans back, looking away annoyed as Mori’s hand sat on Dazai’s thigh under the table, feeling the bandages and running his hand over them.

Dazai stayed still, too scared of what mori would do to him if he disobeyed. He looked over at Koyo and Chuuya's Dynamic and felt envious, Chuuya gets lady Koyo, and he’s stuck with stupid, slimy. Mori, how great.

He grumbles as Mori glances at him, shooting him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut. Dazai just simply huffed and Picked at his bandages. Mumbling about how much he hates Mori, and how much he wishes Mori would just fall off a cliff-.

ANYWAYS. They return to Yokohama blah blah, Dazai and mori sit alone in the office. Elise drawing on the floor, A drawing with crayons of Her, Dazai and Mori at the park.
“That’s never going to happen brat.” Dazai spoke up, pointing to the drawing as Mori bandages the new slices and wounds.

“Shuji, please refrain from teasing Elise. I think it's a good drawing.” He smiles.

“Hah! Take that Osamu.” Elise snarked at Dazai, only receiving a glare from the annoyed dazai in returned and a grumbled ‘Annoying brat.’

“Osamu, Be polite.” Mori spoke calmly, still focused on bandaging Dazai.

“Whatever you say boss.” Dazai mocked, getting swatted by Mori roughly, Immediately shrinking back in his seat and keeping his mouth shut.

“Rintarouuu!! I'm almost out of crayons!” Elise whined, Dazai felt like ripping out his ear drums at the sound of her damn voice.

“Ah, I’ll buy some later on. You’ll have to deal with those ones for now.” The voice echoed, as one of the mafia Picciottos walked in with green tea, placing it on Mori’s desk. “Thank you, you’re excused.”

It wasn’t the first time he had tried to be poisoned, so he ended up teaching dazai how to sniff out the cinnamon cover up in cups so he could know if it was poisoned.

signaling dazai to go ahead and dropping his arm. Dazai picking it up and sniffing before shaking his head. “Safe.” Dazai grumbled.

“Good boy.” Mori spoke, patting Dazai on the head as he took a sip, then putting the cup back down and finishing Dazai’s bandages.

Dazai just sat back uncomfortably and unwillingly, staring at the floor as Mori tapped on his arm to signal that he was done, Dazai sighing and nodding as he went to stand up after Mori signaled him to go, so he did.

Dazai walked all the way back to his shipping container and collapsed on the broken and shitty mattress on the floor. Staring at the roof, back in Yokohama for the summer. This will be fun...

Dazai Snuck out around 2am, and broke into a booze store, stealing it all and then sneaking back to his shipping container, chugging all the booze and soon dozing off. By the time it was 11am, Chuuya had come knocking, forcefully bursting in and seeing Dazai passed out on the floor and all the empty bottles that had surrounded him.
“Fucking mackerel.” Chuuya grumbled, picking up all the bottles and throwing them out before sitting beside Dazai and running his fingers through Dazai’s hair. Sure, he hates the guy. But sometimes he can’t help but worry.

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Guys sorry it’s short. I Really rushed to make sure it was out today, and I wouldn’t disappoint. I do hope you enjoyed it though, got some dazai x chuuya fluff, WE HATE MORI!!!!!!!

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The next chapter will be really late as I've got exams coming up and iv been really busy. It WILL be out by next week though I promise ! :)

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Dazai’s eyes fluttered. But quickly widened as he saw Chuuya asleep on the floor beside him, shit. Did he sleep the whole day? And why was chuuya here. Never mind that, He picked up his phone and checked the time.

9TH of September, 4AM. He had really slept over 24 hours, and if Chuuya was here, he couldn’t have been there long. Right?

Dazai grumbles and sits up, rubbing his head with an aching hangover. Nudging chuuya, “oi. Chuuyaaaa” Dazai whined, poking him to try and get him to wake up. God he was a heavy sleeper.

He huffed and sat back, why won't the idiot wake up, UGH! It's so boring. Dazai sat up and glanced at the boy that's asleep. Throwing a pillow at Chuuya square in the face, Chuuyas body shooting up as he screamed at Dazai, Dazai just smirking and gigging.

“GOD DAMNIT MACKAREL!” Chuuya yells, moaning about how he stayed and gets this as a payment. Dazai laughs and leans against the wall of the shipping container.

“God, my dog really needs some anger management!” Dazai mocked, laying back down on the bed and laughing. Calming down as he looked at Chuuya, why did he feel this? Like he cares for Chuuya? All chuuya is... is a muse for his project. NOTHING ELSE. Right?

They bickered for a while, time moving fast that by the time they realized they were late to the PM meeting it was 12:46 in the afternoon and both had to run to the office building, slipping into the meeting and sitting in their seats.
Mori just glances at them, sighing and shooting Dazai a glare before going right back to speaking in the meeting. “AS, I was saying.”

Dazai wasn’t listening one bit, why should he. He would have Mori being annoying and explaining it to him all over again in private anyways, not that he would pay attention.

And as he thought, he was sat in a seat in Mori’s office with Elise drawing beside him to piss him off, Mori going over what happened in the meeting and Dazai occasionally mocking him with a “blah blah blah.” God mori was so annoying, why couldn’t he shut up.

Dazai’s thoughts were cut off by Elise whining about her crayons almost running out, Fucking brat, why couldn’t she just NOT exist.

Well in all fairness she didn’t, she’s just a part of Mori’s ability, so she had no right to act like a human. SHE’S NOT ONE.

“Rintarouuu!!! My crayons are almost gone!” She whined, Holding up her crayons as proof. Laying down on the floor with her arms crossed, pretending to cry.

Mori just sighed and looked at her, “I’ll send someone to buy you more. No need to worry Elise-chan!” He spoke, A smile on his face.

Dazai visibly cringed at Mori calling Elise that, but Mori saw and just laughed. “Ah Shuji! Miss my attention already?”

“EW. Go die” Dazai mumbled, leaning back in his seat and shoving his head into his hands, God did he hate this man. Dazai just kept grumbling, he missed his dog... SIGH.

(TW! BLOOD) He just sat there and picked at his bandages. Wondering when this hell would be over but quickly shooting up awake when he felt the warm blood trickling down his arm, eyes shooting around. Why can’t he see? What's going on...

All he could hear was his heart thumping in his ears and the sound of the scalpel against his arm and through his bandages.

“Now, now. Shuji. It’s just me.” Mori’s voice cut through the air. Dazai hated the way his body had physically relaxed at Moris voice. So, he wasn’t dead Afterall? Bummer. He just let out a sigh as he leaned back again.

“Could’ve given me a warning.” Dazai grumbled, stupid Mori. He just kept grumbling about how much he hated Mori and wanted mori to die blah blah, Mori just laughing and continuing with the scalpel.

“Ah Shuji, how childish you are.” Mori speaks, but dazai couldn't read him for once, that's odd. He couldn’t be doing that on purpose. Could he?

(TW! SLIGHT PEDOPHILIA.) Around ten minutes later, Mori was sat on his chair by his desk, With Dazai sat on his lap, who was currently being bandaged. And then Elise, still drawing.

“Ah Shuji! Your so cute!” Mori laughed out at Dazai’s pout, A hand squeezing Dazai’s thigh as Mori ignored the way Dazai physically tensed, continuing with bandaging his arm and humming to himself.

Dazai sat there silently, as mori would call him ‘A Good boy’ for sitting still. Why was he here, where was his mother? Or his father? And what about His little sister? He missed them, he wanted to go back. Away from here, away from Mori. But what about Chuuya? He didn’t want to leave chuuya, but Odasaku...

Dazai had to leave the mafia, maybe being some dumb hero could save him. No. They’d find out eventually, right? And he couldn’t leave chuuya behind, he... cared about Chuuya too much to even think of leaving him, and he had just started training Akutagawa again.

The kid was getting better, that’s for sure. God what am I saying. I don't care for him, but at the same time... Whatever, SURELY his not getting soft for that kid. Emotions are a waste of time, A WASTE.

If only he could’ve gotten away faster, maybe if he didn’t run into Chuuya in the alleyway that night Mori wouldn’t have caught him, he wouldn’t have been back here in this hellhole.

Dazai sighed, his thoughts getting cut off by mori telling him that he’s able to go. And he did, immediately getting up and scattering out the room and heading out of the office building and to the train station.

(TW! Mention of SH) He wandered down the streets bored, twirling around the dagger in his pockets and thinking of digging the blade deep through his bandages, maybe then he’d feel something, right?

He turns the corner and walks towards the benches, sitting down and leaning back.
Watching trains come and go, He could’ve sworn he saw Aizawa get off that train, but who cares. And why would it matter, it’s not like Aizawa would even be in Yokohama? He lives far away anyway.

He just continued to sit there. Watching the trains go back and forth before a hand slammed down on Dazai’s shoulder, making him flinch and freeze.

He stood up and turned, grabbing the dagger out of his pocket and pointing it at him, before his body relaxed as he realized who it was, looking up as the voice finally spoke. “Kid?”