15 Dazai POV

Two boys, both believed they themselves weren’t human, both did nothing but argue. They seemed to be complete opposites, Dazai didn’t care what lives were thrown away, yet Chuuya did. The two seemed completely different, as if they could never get along.

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Chuuya and Dazai sat in Chuuya’s room, both of them had a silent agreement to not argue too much tonight. The windows were open, both boys held a cigarette, occasionally passing the booze bottle to each other. Their mission had been filled with pain and death, they’d discarded their bloodied clothes and instead put on some standard pyjamas.

Both of them had so much to say, yet they didn’t dare speak, appreciating the rare silence as they thought over what they wanted to say.