He thought that you knew what death looked like, so he stupidly believed you’d stop saying you wanted to k‧ll yourself.

You told everyone your plan already. Tonight was when you would end it. You decided on a prozac overdose, the less painful option you had. It was between that or a kitchen knife.

Fukuzawa responded with worry, asking if you needed to talk about something. You deflected and refused as you always did.

But….Nobody thought you were serious. Perfect for you — No one suspected a thing and everyone you told believed you were joking as always. Not even that neurotic blondie Kunikida worried his head off…

…You promised to give Chuuya your coat so he would get cold, Kyouka your bolo tie because she thought the gem in it was pretty, and Atsushi your vest…

”I see…My wishes have been answered, have they?” Responded Chuuya. Kyouka only stared in stunned silence. ”Please.. Don’t say stuff like that…Even as a joke.” Said Atsushi, staring at you with wide eyes.

…and then, you promised your favourite game console to Kunikida. ”Seriously? A Nintendo 64?” Kunikida scoffed.

Just yesterday, you landed yourself in Kunikida’s dorm bathroom, vomiting the liquor in your stomach from the night before into the sink. Your attempt to forget everything after cutting didn’t work, and only sickened you.

He paused in stunned silence as you wiped your mouth and made your best attempt to conceal your broken state.

You didn’t fool him, and he lectured you.

You’d miss everyone, you thought about it as you stood with trembling legs in your bedroom. You were a mess; A slashed mess on your arms, and your hands holding a bottle of pills and a razor blade.

Then someone knocked on your door.

“Dazai, open the door. I haven’t forgotten about yesterday, and I’m worried about you. Open up.” Kunikida’s voice could be heard through the door.