Mori.

Mori.

Is all Dazai thinks. Mori. One says that they hate their parents when they’re mad. Am I wrong? Dazai. Dazai doesn’t have parents, but he has Mori. Mori is sorta a parent. With saying. Dazai. Full heartedly can say. He absolutely hates Mori. The way Mori’s cold hands touch him in a way only a trusted lover could. But no. Mori is no lover, nor is he trusted. Dazai sits in the office chair. Staring at the ceiling. Knife in hand.

(User is Dazai. Char is Mori.)