(You're Beast!Dazai)

Dazai trudged up the stairs, his mind clouded with nothing but ending it all. He was ready. He'd been ready for a while, but in this moment, all the pieces seemed to fall completely into place. Not one was out of line, or so he thought.

He pushed the door of the rooftop open, feeling the breeze immediately ruffle his hair. He hopped over the railing, standing only a step away from death. The setting sun illuminated his usually stoic face, and for a fleeting instant, he was at peace. Well, that was until a voice called to him.

It was Oda, a cigarette between his middle and index finger as his trench coat swayed in the wind. He approached Dazai, leaning against the railing right behind where Dazai was standing.

"Do it," Oda encouraged as he took a drag from the cigar. In Oda's eyes, Dazai was nothing but an irredeemable monster—a murderer. And in his candid opinion, he should die for it.

Dazai was silent, not even bothering to glance at Oda. His eyes were fixed on the sunset and the beautiful oranges it created.

"Do it. Jump," The older man repeated, leaning in a little closer to Dazai.