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“I would’ve gone with you, you know. If you’d asked me to.”
Chuuya glanced lazily over at the brunette, but Dazai’s eyes were closed, his breathing deep and even.
The shorter man let a quiet sigh flutter past his lips. Of course the bastard had fallen asleep again. He just didn’t appreciate good cinema.
Chuuya rolled his eyes as he reached for the TV remote to turn the movie off.
“I know.” A voice suddenly breathed into the heavy air, so soft Chuuya almost didn’t hear it over the steady thrum of TV static. His eyes snapped back to Dazai’s, which were open now and clouded over like the sky before a rainstorm. “I know. I just— I couldn’t, so I…” He trailed off again.
It wasn’t in Dazai’s nature to apologise but that was probably as close as Chuuya was gonna get. The worst part was that he understood it all already; he knew leaving the mafia had torn Dazai in two, but knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.
“Yeah, I know.”
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OR
Dazai makes it out of Meursault alive, but not exactly unscathed. He tries to adjust to civilian life with its civilian setbacks while struggling to navigate the newly awkward relationship with his oldest friend and enemy, Chuuya Nakahara.