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It’s cold.
That was Dazai’s first realisation when he woke up. It was cold, and dark, and frightening.
Not like he could complain.
He’d gotten himself into this mess after all. Broken the laws, pushed away his so called friends, slit his own wrists. He wanted it to be this way. But it was still a shock. I guess he’d always liked the idea of being dead, but now that he was there…
Does he regret it? No.
Right?
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So Dazai’s kinda dead. I literally wrote this at 3AM so idk
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“Osamu?”
“Osamu. Wake up.”
The tickling sensation of hair falling around his face.
“Oi. I know you’re awake! GET UP!”
Dazai cracks his eyes open, immediately being met with the sight of his very pissed boyfriend caging him onto the bed, a curtain of ginger hair falling around his head. The brunette’s eyes light up, and immediately tackles the other onto his back, Chuuya letting out a surprised yelp. “CHIBI!!!”
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Soukoku fluff. Or is it?
Idk this is my first fanfic and I can’t summarise
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"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."
Chuuya stared down at his phone, jaw tight.
'Can’t make it. Sorry.'
That was all.
No explanation.
No attempt at sounding apologetic.
"Chuuya," Kouyou called calmly from across the room. "We can reschedule."
"No."
The atmosphere inside the studio felt tight now.
Irritated.
One wrong movement away from snapping completely.
Then—
"I might know someone."
Chuuya dragged a hand down his face.
"Well," he said flatly, "they better not waste my time."
Kouyou smiled.
That should’ve been the first warning sign.
A few minutes later, the studio door opened again.
Chuuya barely looked up at first, still scrolling through old schedule emails on his phone.
"Well," a familiar voice drawled lazily, "this feels hostile already."
Chuuya froze.
Oh no.
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Model Dazai x Photographer ChuuyaUpdates every 1 or 2 weeks
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“So what? You want to be in a horrible enactment of Hamilton or something.”
Chuuya did chuck the empty glass. Dazai muttered something incoherent while rubbing his forehead.
“Don’t you fucking listen?!" He yelled, "They want an original story.”
“I really don’t see what you want from me slug.” He slumped against the wall, resting his head on the white background which was slowly fading color.
“Write the play dumbass!” Dazai’s train of thoughts came to a grinding halt.
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Dazai writes a play and Chuuya acts in it. And ultimately through the entire production process, problematic parents, and self-loathing; they realize that they might belong together.
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“Dazai-san, you’re staring.” Atsushi noticed, finding a spot over the railing next to Dazai. “Hm. I guess so.” He replied, not looking away from the rink. Just for a moment, the brunet’s eyes reflected the bright light from the overhead lights, a bright glow engulfing them. “It’s not that often I have the time to see you guys act so barbaric, it’s very entertaining.”
Atsushi gave the other a light shove. “Is that really what you’re here to see?”
Annoyed, Dazai moved his gaze with narrow eyes towards Atsushi. Before he could shoot back at him, a loud yell from the rink interrupted them. “THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT, YOU LOUSY PILE OF BANDAGES?!”
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Where after losing a bet, Nakahara Chuuya, a skilled but short-tempered hockey player, is forced to train with Dazai Osamu , the most annoying figure skater he had the misfortune to meet.
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30 May 2026
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I read this before I got my account and cried my eyes out omg
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“Is this thing recording? Yes? Yes. Okay. Day one of Osamu Dazai's video notes. I'm just trying to build up the courage to get out of-”
The boy, Dazai, gestures towards his surroundings. He's in what looks like a shipping container, sitting on a spinny chair, a single mattress with a shitty little blanket over it.
“-Well, out of this shithole… "
After leaving the Mafia, Dazai started keeping a video log.
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“The Agency dorms are being fumigated,” Dazai explained cheerfully. “So, I offered—Atsushi can stay with us.”
Or: Atsushi's observations from inside Yokohama's strangest household.
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28 May 2026
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My first ever fic from before I got my account IT’S SO GOOD ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡