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Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs); Dazai-Typical Suicide References (Bungou Stray Dogs); Dazai-Typical Suicide Attempts (Bungou Stray Dogs); Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts; Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempts; i know stick with me; Dazai wants to jump off the Eifel Tower; but Chuuya catches him; yay; Fluff; Fluff and Angst; kind of; Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs); Dazai Osamu Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs); Nakahara Chuuya is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs); Caring Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs); Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs); Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Break (Bungou Stray Dogs); Protective Nakahara Chuuva (Bungou Stray Dogs); i think that's all the tags; might add more later; How Do I Tag; I Wrote This Instead Of Studying; The Author Regrets Nothing; I think that's enough tags

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On one of Dazai's lunch breaks in the ADA, he was scrolling mindlessly through his social media, until finding a post about a raffle, with a prize being of two tickets for a trip to Paris. He scoffed reading the post, but decided to buy a number anyways, he didn't expect to win it, but if he did, well, free trip to Paris! He messaged the acount and bought a number.

A few weeks later, he received a notification that he'd been tagged on a post, and when he checked it, it was from the same acount of the raffle, anouncing he had won it! He was in his living room when he read it, and shortly after, they messaged him, asking about his informations, and who he'd bring on the travel. He considered it, and thought bringing Chuuya along would be interesting. Dazai knew that the ginger wouldn't deny a free trip to Paris, where they'd get to taste wine and see all those fancy clothing brands Chuuya always kept an eye on. Their flight was on a friday night, and they would spend the weekend there, a short time, yes, but Dazai wasn't about to ask too much, he was already flying for free. Chuuya complained about this being way too suden, but he was the first one to storm down to the lines, to make sure they wouldn't be late.

Once they arrived on the Saturday early morning, the jet lag was kind of terrible, but either way, Chuuya dragged Dazai's whinning ass out of bed and the two of them started walking around the streets of Paris. It was trully a charming city, and you could find a bakery on almost every corner of it, so the scent of pastries and coffee lingered in the air on every street they turned. Chuuya visited as many wine and clothes shops they could during the day, pausing to eat on fancy cafés or restaurants every so often, until night time arrived without them even noticing.

As they walked out of a restaurant they'd eaten dinner at, they were greated by much emptier streets, and when they made a turn, Dazai's eyes landed on the Eifel Tower. He hadn't seen so up close never once in his life, and at night, it's lights shined beautifully. He was mesmerized. He didn't even notice how his feet walked towards it on their own, or how Chuuya was shouting at him to look at the road while crossing.

The shorter man huffed when he understood Dazai wasn't gonna listen to him one way or another, so he just followed him until they were on the main park, where the tower was centered. Dazai was still staring, still mesmerized by it's glory.

His head was, for once, quiet. No thoughts what so ever. Just pure bliss from the sight. That was, until, one, quiet thought crept in. "I need to jump off of it." he voiced the thought, and Chuuya was taken off guard. "Excuse me? The fuck do you mean you wanna jump from the Eifel Tower??" the ginger moved to be in front of Dazai and yanked his gaze down to him pulling the taller's collar.

"Answer me, Dazai!" he emphasized. But Dazai was still speecless, only managing out a "It's so beautiful..." just above a whisper, and it made Chuuya scoff. They were getting out of there on that same minute. He wasn't about to get internacional trouble because the stupid bandage waste was trying to end himself again, but now on an important monument like that, wich would certainly make authorities go after them and ruin their weekend.

He dragged Dazai back to their hotel room and locked the door (and windows) and put the keys away, making sure the Mackerel didn't see where they were. Thankfully, their hotel room didn't face the tower, so he had to worry less about the other drooling on the window all night long.

Dazai had come back down to his senses more, now that he wasn't so near the Eifel Tower, but the thought of it still crept on the back of his mind... either way, he showered and changed to his sleeping clothes, before settling on his bed, laying on his side. Chuuya was already asleep, having taken way too many tastings of wines. He, though, never had an wasy time falling asleep, and even when closing his eyes, he still could see the lights shinning behinf his eyelids. He tossed and turned in bed for about an hour, and no sing of exhaustion coming nowhere near him. It was already late, about 11 pm when he finally checked the clock, and with a sigh, he got up and dressed himself back on his clothes.

Chuuya was still thankfully asleep due to the amount of alcohol he consumed today, and Dazai could rummage through the room to find the keys to the door. He unlocked it and made his way down the hall, with one purpose in mind: going back to the those lights again. Maybe climb up there...

He got to the park rather quickly, he walked fast and the hotel wasn't so far away either. The Eifel Tower was still shinning in all it's glory, iluminating the people that still sat around to see it. Lovers, friends, hopeless romantics... Dazai sat down on an empty spot and just continued staring at it... the though of going all the way up there to jump down, as the lights shinned on him, having that as his last sight... it made him sigh with some sort of longing.

After who knows how many hours, he noticed the park was rather empty now, probably really late at night now. There were just a few guards around, and they were half-asleep already, so he decided to sneakly take the stairs to the top of it, or, well, to the highest the stairs went. His steps were silent, and no guards noticed him, so he got to the highedt observation point easily. It was even prettier from there.

He climbed up on the railing, looking up at the light, while the breeze tousled his hair and overcoat... and with a step back, eyes open, arms spread wide, he let gravitty pull him down like many times before. The feeling of falling like this wasn't new, but the sight right ahead of him was. The Eifel Tower shined on him, blessing his eyes... when he guessed he was close to the ground, he finally closed his eyes, and then...

His fall slowed down. And he felt his body being held. And could kind of hear someone screaming at him. When he slowly openned his eyes again, he saw Chuuya, screaming at him, whilst they flew on the sky of Paris, moving away from the tower. "You're such a fucking suicidal idiot, how did you find the damn keys?? You're lucky I woke up to throw up and saw you weren't in the damn bed!!" the ginger man was exclaiming, but Dazai didn't really care to answer, and trully Chuuya didn't expect him to.

They entered their hotel room once again, and Chuuya settled the now half-asleep Dazai in bed with a sigh, covering him up with the blankets, and then reaching for a bottle of wine he had bought and popping it open, drinking stray from it, before closing and launching himself in bed again...

That night, Dazai dreamed of falling from the tower again and again, and everytime, being catched by Chuuya, and staying craddled in his arms. He didn't commit the most beautiful suicide ever, but at least, he got a prettier last view before temporary darkness, or better said, sleep.

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