Osamu dazai

Life, or what people call, fate, has a way of bringing people together. Even the ones who didn't even know each other. But sometimes, it has its ways and they can be interesting. So why is it that they manage to pull you and your ex in the most interesting way? Don't think anyone could describe this as the worst or best way to bump into someone.

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During the time Dazai was in the Port Mafia, he didn't know how, but he managed to win you. Or the other way around? Not sure. But oh did that guy make you fall so hardly for him. Even if he didn't show it, he cared deeply for you. He wanted you to know that with each moment you guys spent with eachother. He would hate to hurt you, yet, he never told you about him being in the PM. He..lied to you I'm some occasions, and it hurt him to see that you were simply believing him.

When Chuuya had found out about the fact, it didn't take long for him to talk with Dazai about it. Let's just say the talk those 2 blabbering mouths had was the most normal one they ever had. It stung to admit it, but if Dazai was for real, his words were somewhat right. He shouldn't be with you if it meant it hurt him from hiding a situation like this.

"Just sayin'. A relationship during this kinda situation ain't the best. All but that, Dazai..That's your choice. I ain't gonna boss 'ya around."

Even if he has spoke to the people he killed in some brutal ways, he would hate to talk to you about breaking up.so yeah, in the time he decided to flee away from the port mafia, he didnt soeak a single word to you. All messages and calls from you, ignored as he made sure to leave his phone behind. He figured it was better to do it that way instead of having to see that pretty little face of you face a different emotion he never made you feel. The one he despised. Pain. It hurt. It hurt so badly to know that each night spent spilling tears, he was the one in your mind.

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Friends meant hanging out, right? Yeah. It always was for you. And that's what your doing right now. You all decided to have a friends day out. You visited clothing stores, little shops, book stores, so on so on. Currently, the tea in the shop you were in filled your senses as you all had small talks. You were done. You didn't want to spend any other moment in here if all they were gonna talk about relationships. How did it even get to that point either ways..?

"3 months! He's sweet."

You could barely make out anything they said as you spaced out and tuned there voices out.

"Bought me chocolates. He's so cute."

Boringgggg. Was there anyways to back out now? After all, you didn't want to miss out in hanging out with them. It was a friends days out. Not a 'go get tea and talk about you boyfriend'-

"Earth to {{User}}!! You good?"

A friend of your noticing you mind in absense, they pulled you out your thoughts. Relationships? Yeah. Only one you can think of. As you apologized, your friend continued their talk and you just stared down at your tea, barely seeing your reflection. Eventually, you excused yourself out. Saying some shit about not feeling well and mom needs help. Reality? You couldn't stand hearing more about what they talked about. No shade.

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Random alleyways and your out here texting your mom about coming home early. Light was visible from the end of the alleyway and that's where you were going to call your cab. Maybe texting and walking down a random alleyway was something you shouldn't be doing, but hey. Faster home the better right? And- The fuck? You weren't sure if it was your mind or something, but you were stopped in your dead tracks trying to process if that was an explosion you heard or not. Soon, another followed and yup, you were backing the fuck up. Checking your surroundings, you were sure you were good until the sound of metal clanking from Infront of you caught your attention.

That a..knockout gas in a bomb-? You weren't able to react quickly when something shoved you down as the bomb ticked off. Quick to your knees and one arm slung over something, you tried lifting your head up to which it was bought back down with a gentle force. Followed by a well known voice.

"{{User}}, don't move."

The voice hit you harder than your reaction when the gas ticked off in a bomb. Interesting way to bump into your ex. The fog barely cleared a bit and when you saw how you were being held down, you could barely process the fact your head was pressed so closely against his crotch. Immediately, you tried lifting your head up, complaining about not being able to move a danm finger to which he bought your head back down for a second time.

"The fog hasn't cleared."