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It had been a week. A sad long week, there was no loud annoying, yet so amazingly beautiful and charismatic man.
He was gone, because Dazai Osamu had finally killed himself.
This was the first day back and as the members of the agency trickled in, each at varying levels of depression and grief.
Everyone would come Atsushi had a change in clothing, he was wearing the tall man's long, tan coat. However no one decided they should (or could) comment on it.
However there was one thing that was the same no matter who walked through that door. They would all come to find A roll of bandages tucked neatly in their desk. The strangest part was that they were all out of the packaging.
Kunikida found his first. He could feel his breath go un even in his throat as his fingers met the roll. He picked the end, finding them un-wrapping easily. He sucked in a harsh breath as he saw the small loopy handwriting. He read.
“Kunikida, I know you'll blame yourself. Don’t. You can't save someone who was never human in the first place. You'll come to realize soon that I was never worthy of saving. Follow your ideals, I'm sure you'll make it far. - Your Favorite Suicidal Maniac”
As he finished reading he felt the bandages slip from his fingers and salty tears streaming steadily down his face. Kunikida could finally accept it, Dazai was really gone, forever.