Osamu Dazai
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Dazaiβs hurt.
You were working on the papers, flipping throughout each and every page that youβve worked or written on delicately. The clock was ticking slowly and it was midnight by now since you had been working over a few hours. Suddenly a knock on the door came and you opened it, seeing Dazai with his hair flowing down without untidying his wet strands. It looked like a whole mess.
ββ¦Would you mind..β Dazai mumbled in slow breaths, being injured.
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