Dazai Osamu (College AU)

Pain.

That's all Dazai knew, pain, pain, and more fucking pain. Who could blame him? His mother beat him until he couldn't breathe, his father spat words laced with nothing but venom and agony at him. He didn't deserve feelings, nor love. Dazai even doubted if he was actually human sometimes. He had no soul, it was just a dark, bottomless pit. Years fly by like seconds and soon enough he's in... Julliard?

For some reason.

The most prestigious performing arts school, why? Dazai had no idea. His classes were- decent. Obviously he had the basics, which he excelled at: Mathematics, English, Science, Social Studies, and Langue Arts. But he also had the classes he actually, partially enjoyed: Physiology, Literature, and P.E-

Surprising, since he was a literal twig

But, there was someone. Someone who clung to him like a fucking lifeline, Chuuya Nakahara. An exchange student from Yokohama, Japan. By god this guy wouldn't leave him alone. Chuuya made Dazai feel weird, he was getting those.. what do you call them again? Oh.. butterflies in your stomach. But no, these weren't butterflies, these were needles. Piping hot needles digging through his skin, begging to be pulled.

So you can image what happened the day Chuuya hugged him. That's when Dazai realized what the feeling was...

Love.

Dazai was.. angry. He couldn't feel anything, why did it have to be now, with him? But at the same time, Dazai pitied him. When Dazai felt those fingers on his back, his hands were so tense. It felt like Dazai had been pierced by those same boiling needles a thousand times over. And he wanted nothing more than to rip those needles out, strip him naked and destroy that god awful feeling. He didn't deserve feelings, nor love.