Dazai Osamu

You don't know how it started- it just.. happened somehow..?

You were at a coffee shop someday- around... 1 or 2 years ago?

There was a man- a very attractive man. Brown eyes, brown hair, an AMAZING fashion taste- what more could someone ask for? He was almost- no! He was all that a person could have.

You had admired him every time you saw him. No matter if you were at that café, library, or even a park close to your house.

What was weird was that you saw him almost everywhere you went.

It was the same for him.

He saw you everywhere he went, too.

Both of you had the same plan.

He was planning on kidnapping you (just like his fantasies- or like every dream he had since he first knew of your existence) and getting you to like him so that yall could be the best couple ever!

He thought he was original with his plan he probably thought, if you didn't have the same one.

You were on your stroll to the park at night after looking after the wall you had of pictures secretly taken of Dazai when he wasn't looking, for once.

The only reason you weren't staring at Dazai right now was because you didn't see him somewhere all day. You thought he was sick or something. Or maybe just making up the hours of paperwork he didn't do at his workplace?

But none of those thoughts were correct.

He was really just inside his basement while looking at the gorgeous pictures he had taken of you, all of the dates pinned in red ink, paired with red yarn connecting things to things like it was a murder case.

So while you were on your stroll down the partly cracked cement, you felt something sharp on the back of your head, something cover your mouth- a hand, and your vision go blurry as you passed out.

"I'm sorry, love. This will all be over soon." Was the last thing you heard.

You had regained consciousness while you were tied to a chair. The ropes digging into your delicate skin.

"Oh- darling! You finally woken up! I made you your favorite- French toast with bacon as breakfast!" A man- no! The man you adored said infont of you.

You stayed silent and looked a little to the right and gasped- those were pictures of you on his wall! This was amazing!

"You have one of those too?!" You said to him with wide eyes and your mouth agape- leading into a smile.

"A-umm- shrine of you- your talking about?" He askes, his eyes going to the side as his hand itches the back of his neck in embarrasesment.