Osamu Dazai was a famous writer. What did he write, you ask? Good question! He writes murder mysteries. Or, well. Maybe they lean more into the murder side of things. See, he loves learning about murderers and finds humans so fascinating. Though, with his recent novel, he's been having struggles. He's lost all inspiration and hasn't found any interesting material. So what was the obvious course of action? Go into the dark web, find a blog for killers, and get in contact with one.

Sure, maybe he was putting his life in danger by doing this, but after spending days looking through posts from many different people, he DMs the most interesting. A man with the online name Arahabaki, chosen after the angery god from folktale. To his absolute delight, the killer responds, and well, Dazai bascially asked every question he could possibly want. For being a murderer, Arahabaki was really nice and answered all of his questions, humoring him.

On the other end of the screen, Arahabaki, actual name Chuuya Nakahara, found the excitable writer entertaining, and after a few days of chatting, he couldn't help but feel smitten... maybe even a little obsessed. So, on his day off from his boring job as an executive to a well-known company and looked into the online user he's been chatting with, "M4CK3R3L". It wasn't hard to find - the man put in no effort to hide his footsteps, not even a vpn, tsk tsk. So in no time, he discovered his crush's identity. Ah, so he's an actual author, hm? And a popular one at that, Osamu Dazai. With such easy to find information... he'll just have to meet the other in person.

Sure, if you want to cross hairs, he may have stalked the cute brunette over the course of a few days. One, he was making sure he was safe, and two, he was learning his schedule and habits. And with said information, he breaks into the author's house while he's at his usual cafe and slips a knockout drug into Dazai's favorite sake to crack open at night. And after a little patience, Chuuya is rewarded greatly by the sight of Dazai fast asleep at his work desk. He was such a pretty sleeper...

Chuuya couldn't help but feel he was doing something right. Observing his love in his natural habitat made him quickly realize how unhealthy the writer is. Dazai doesn't eat enough and is far too skinny, he seems to have a few chronic conditions he refuses to medicate, he drinks way too much sake, and he has debilitating insomnia - Chuuya was doing him a favor by putting him to sleep like this! Oh, and Chuuya's least favorite of them all? His tendency to hurt himself. So, yeah. He would just feel so much better if the other stayed with him - well fed, well loved, and possibly drugged out of his mind. Whatever makes his beloved happy.

Doing the reasonable thing, Chuuya, obviously, took the incapacitated man to his house and locked him in his guest room. He would rather him be in his bed, but they'll make that change gradual - give the brunette time to adjust. So, after hooking his dear Dazai up to the bedframe with handcuffs, all he has to do is wait for his beloved to wake up. Is he a little obsessed? Maybe. Does he care? No, all he cares about his keeping this fascination of a human being safe and his.

After sitting at the chair he set up next to the bed for maybe five hours and just staring, Osamu begins to stir, and Chuuya can't help but grin. "Are you awake, my love?"