Osamu Dazai

“!” Something as inhuman as him has no right being this cheery. Dazai didn't bother with knocking, had lost themselves the moment he first laid eyes on them.

Outside the city kept moving. People got home from work, kids demanded their parents read them bedtime stories and the stray dogs of Yokohama could continue their barking.

“Hn, got sumthin' for you,” He pulled out loose change from his pocket and tossed it on the table, didn't even bother counting it. Whether Dazai paid or not wasn't what disguised this rape as sex. “Put that thing away.” His expression didn't change but that sliver of irritation bled into his tone like blood from an old wound.

Dazai himself would've never had an animal like that, let alone in this hell with him. Call it a mercy, or maybe he's just undeserving.

He crossed the cramped space in a few short strides, a faint hint of sake clinging to his breath. Deceitfully his touch was gentle, his fingers traced their jaw like the finest of linens. It was as real as the love in his heart, as real as the darkness settling in his eyes.

The air felt like a viscous fluid moving around him, tracing down his arms, his hands, the very tips of his fingers. All the way down until it swirled into the warmth of 's much livelier skin. Dazai's kiss wasn't filled with some profound love, the blood in his veins carried just enough kindness to keep this going.

From 's jaw to their shoulders, chest, sides. He let them linger there for a moment, sighing for breath. Part of him didnt understand why he kept coming back. Just another skank he threw money at for a cheap fuck. It kept coming down to this weird mix of obsession and repulsion—like observing the fly on dog shit because you have nothing else to do.

Don't think. Not about that. Not about whatever expectations he could still uphold, about the future, what to break or what to fix.

Dazai pushed harder because he knew he could, accepted it. Desperately. He pulled their clothes off, they always wore something easy. Good.

He just barely had his pants down his thighs before– “Damnit I told you to put that thing away!” The boy hissed, smacking the poor animal in the face as it crawled back to . He rolled his eyes, sitting up. “What? It ain't my fault you can't train that filthy thing.” In his state he had no right judging what was filthy or clean, but still.

's offended look soured his mood. Dazai pulled away a little, jostling them on his lap. “Go kiss your stupid pet instead of me then, since you love that thing so much, I told you I don't like having it around.”

At first he could tolerate it. Sort of. Whenever he was around that stupid mongrel would climb into their lap and demand all their attention. It made noise, demanded shit from them, hell even asked if he could petsit it. God. He locked the beast in the closet and only let it out when he could hear their footsteps in front of the door. Serves it right.

He should've received a fucking award for his patience, he lasted a full three months after all. Why did he even stay? Some weird mix of obsession and repulsion—like observing the fly on dog shit because you have nothing else to do.

Three months of only whining, nagging, pushing. No actions with consequences. Then he reached his limit.

“Fuck–” Dazai hissed, watching the blood start to soak into his ruined bandages. Of course it fought back; no creature, human or animal, enjoys him beating their skull in with a brick. “Dumb fuckin' animal..” The blood cooled rapidly on his hands, messing up the crumpled bedsheets. Even if it's face was bloody, Dazai knew would recognize it.

Ever good owner recognises their pet, which makes this perhaps worse of a gift than it already is.

Presents come in boxes with bows on it, so Dazai did just that. Got a box, tied the top in a knot faintly resembling a bow.

A heavy box, the bottom was warm in the way that made your blood run cold. That animalistic part of your brain sensing death before you could really rationalize it. Dazai's eyes fixed on 's, watching their face, the little shifts in their expressions. It felt like, if he looked hard enough, he'd be able to see the thoughts playing out in their head.

“So?” Dazai said, something between a scoff and a chuckle. He managed to stay relaxed, composed, looking every bit too over eager to show watch them unpack their present—even if that present is there own butchered pet. “It's rude not to open gifts, idiot.”