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“Did you hear? They still haven’t found those poor girls that went missing last month.”

“Really? That’s so unfortunate… I heard yet another disappeared last night!”

“Oh my, is that true?”

These were the types of conversations that were circling around all of Fontaine as of late. The “serial disappearances of young women case” is the most popular news story out right now.

News papers, pamphlets, social media, everything and everyone is talking about this case.

They’re all so invested in it purely because it is happening in real time.

How disgusting.

Why is everyone in this nation so obsessed with drama; even while their friends, wives, sisters and daughters are being taken from them one by one. And even they, themselves, could be next.

Even you could be next.

—

It was a hot Saturday morning that day. Your friend had finally gotten you to agree to attend Lyney and Lynette’s magic show today. She’s been begging you ever since she first heard word of them performing there, the biggest theater in Fontaine. Sure, this isn’t their first time performing there, but it’s still and opportunity she just couldn’t pass up.

You could never buy the tickets before they sold out, guess that just shows how great they are at performing.

You both sat in the front row of the huge auditorium to get the best view of the stage.

When the show began, you could see the charming Magician himself: Lyney. Next to his stood his beautiful assistant and Twin Sister: Lynette.

Archons, you knew they were attractive, but seeing them in person was totally different than from online.

But the one who was most excited was your friend, literally shaking in her seat with excitement.

—

As the performance was nearing its end, Lyney made an announcement to the audience, “Now, ladies and gentlemen, for my next trick I will need a participant from the audience!”

There was a brief period of silence in the Opera house. You could’ve sworn that you saw Lyney staring at you, but when you looked at him, his gaze was back at the rest of the audience.

He then says, “So many choices… Ah! You, ma’am, I’m the front row.”

The breath left your lungs when his index finger pointed in your direction, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at the person right next to you, your friend.

The spotlight shone on her and her face lit up in the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. As she walked up the stage, you just couldn’t take your eyes off Lyney. Why was he staring at you earlier…?

When she reached the stage, Lyney took her hand and explained to both her and the crowed the trick he has going to preform: a disappearing act.

When the trick was completed, that’s also when the performance ended. You watched your friend run off stage, and over to you in excitement, “Oh my God, Y/n! Y/n!! Can you belive what just happened!??”

“I know it’s crazy right! How did he choose you of all people—“ Just as you were speaking you heard a voice overhead.

“Excuse me,” She said. It was Lynette, the co-star of the show… “Lyney asked for you backstage.” She was staring right at your friend. What was happening today!?? This is insane.

Without a second thought, your friend runs up the steps and over to Lynette to go backstage.

Before they disappeared behind the curtains, Lynette said, “It’ll be a while, so you may want to wait outside.”

You nodded at the illusionist then she left with your friend, leaving you alone in the Opera House. You didn’t want to sit in there all alone of course, especially because of the disappearances of young women happening recently. You decided to wait outside in your car for your friend to come out.

It had been nearly an hour since she went back there… was that a bad an idea? Or… did she get lost? You don’t know, maybe you could try texting her…

you

“I’m waiting for you outside in my car”

“are you coming out soon?”

“hello?”

…again. Why hasn’t she responded yet?

Well, she did drive her own car here, maybe she’ll be fine if you went home. It is getting late.

—

“It was a long day, wasn’t it, Lynette?” Lyney smiled, carrying an unconscious young woman in his arms.

Lynette didn’t respond to her brother. She only glanced at him then down at the woman, “Sit her there,” she pointed to the chair in the middle of the room.

“I’ll get the rope and tape,” she walked off and Lyney did as she asked. Coming back over to him, Lynette tapped the woman’s mouth shut and tightly tied her wrists and ankles to the wooden chair.

“Well that was easy, huh?” Lyney smiled.

“Lyney, you can be so stubborn sometimes…” she said in a rather exasperated tone.

Lyney glanced over at her and furrowed his eyebrows, “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean that you chose this woman rather than our agreed target,” she sighs, placing a hand on her forehead. “If this girl doesn’t have the right blood type, then we’ve failed our mission, do you not understand that? Not only that, but if we do that same trick again than that woman goes missing, people will grow suspicious of us.”

“And now that we’ve brought her all the way here,” she paused, “She’s gonna have to die.” She whispered as to not alarm the hostage.

“I- I know that, dear sister, it’s just— there’s plenty of fish in the sea, right? Haha…” He laughed nervously but his sister didn’t dare to even crack a smile.

“Ahem, well- anyway… killing her won’t be a problem, would it?” He reasoned, looking down at the poor girl, who had probably gained consciousness during their banter, shaking her head frantically and crying.

“Father will be angry that we’ve failed to retrieve the right target, Lyney.”

“Then we’ll kill her and it’ll be like she was never here to begin with, ‘kay?” He smiled and rested his hands in the girl’s shoulders. She began to cry and struggle beneath the restraints.

“But we still failed the mission.”

Archons, she just won’t let this go, will she? He thought.

With a groan, Lyney finally says, “Alright, alright… we’ll just have to find another woman just like Y/n in… three days? We can do that, right? We could even get help from Freminet if he were to agree.”

Lynette only cuts her eyes at him and crosses her arms over her chest, “Alright, whatever you say.” She walks away, an unreadable expression on her face.

Lyney sighs then turns back to your friend, a wicked smile on his face, “Shh, shhh…” he hushed, placing an index finger on his lips.

He smiled at his hostage, but behind that charming, pretty, smile was a sociopath. Lyney walked over to the closet in the room and grabbed something long and silver, a saw.

“It’ll only hurt for a little while, ‘kay sweetie?”

—

It’s been two days since you went to that magic show, and it’s been two days since you’ve seen your friend. Did something come up on her way home? Did she even make it home?

Sitting at home all day isn’t going to make it any better, so you decided to go out today and probably file a missing persons report.

As you were walking on the sidewalk, across the street you noticed a very familiar man preforming a magic trick for a few people surrounding him.

You began walking towards him, maybe he might know something about your friend. As you grew closer, he looked up from the crowd at you.

An even bigger smile than before formed on his handsome face as he greeted you, “Ah, I remember you! The beautiful young lady in the front row of my show the other day!”

You blinked, you didn’t expect him to remember you. The magician took his hat off his head and pulled out a bouquet of beautiful rainbow roses.

“For you, ma chérie,” he bowed, handing you the flowers.

You stared at him in disbelief, why me? You thought, reaching for the roses. “Thank you, Mr. Lyney,” you held the flowers tightly to your chest with a small smile on your face.

“No need for the formalities, just call me Lyney, dear,” he froze, thinking. The crowd began to disperse assuming, that the performance was over.

“Say, you went with the lucky woman that got called on stage at my last performance, did you not?”

“Yes, that’s me! My name is Y/n, nice to meet you,” you put your hand out for him to shake. Ignoring your initial intentions, Lyney grabbed your hand and laid a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Y/n.”

You felt you face heat up from his gesture but you quickly ignored it, “Oh, I had a question, do you have any idea what happened to my friend after you called her backstage? She hasn’t answered her phone since then and I’m really worried…”

“Oh no,” Lyney responds, “Shortly after you left, she did too. My dear assistant Lynette made sure she got to her car safely. I hate to think of the worst, but young women like her have been disappearing recently…”

Lyney watched as your face paled in horror at his words.

“No, it couldn’t be…” You muttered, you didn’t want to believe it, you couldn’t!!

But it was far too possible.

“Oh, I know, I know,” He coos, placing a hand on the small of your back as if to comfort you. But in reality, he just really wanted to touch you, “I get your pain. I’m always scared to death to let my sister go out on her own because of these kidnappings.”

You nodded, fighting back the tears trying to force their way out of your eyes.

“Hey, how about this,” he hold both of your hands in his, a smile on his pretty lips. “I could help you put up missing persons posters or…”

“Thank you, Lyney, but I wouldn’t want to trouble a busy man such as yourself…!”

His smiled widened when he heard you say his name. Your voice is so cute.

“Oh no, no, no! It’s no trouble at all, ma chérie!” He waved his hands as if dismissing what you just said.

Hesitantly, you agreed.

—

“You know…” the magician began, his hands behind his back, “You are far too trusting of people, Miss Y/n! Your just following me out here all alone…”

His playful smile dropped to a deadly glare, “…You don’t even know my true intentions.”

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, instead you just stared at him. You didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late.

Pulling you close by your waist, Lyney stabs a syringe to the side of your neck.

“L- Lyney…!“ you cried before loosing consciousness and falling to the ground.

—

Ugh… my head hurts… where am I? You thought as you opened your eyes. You were lying in a small, dark room. Alone.

Instantly, you panicked.

You racked your brain for what happened before you blacked out, and all you could come up with was his face.

That can’t be true, right?

But he was so nice…

You tried freeing your wrists and ankles that are cuffed together to no avail. I mean, what were you expecting?

You couldn’t control the tears rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed uncontrollably, you couldn’t help it. You trusted Lyney, you fucking trusted him and he went and did this!?

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to forgive him.

Your sobbing must have could his attention because you heard some movements then saw the door open.

You were met with Lyney, a manic grin on his charming face, “Oh, what’s wrong, ma chérie,” he pouted and kneeled down for his face to be at your level.

He cupped your face in his hands as he gently wiped your tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Hey, now… I understand you’re upset, sweetheart, but I had to do… this!!” He said as if the word “kidnap” or “abduct” are horrible swear words that he would never say.

“I could never, ever give you away to The Doctor for him to run who knows how many experiments on you! Who do you think I am!?”

A psycho. Is what you wanted to say but couldn’t cause of the tape he put over your mouth.

Lyney removed his hands from your face and tilted his head at you, a slight frown on his face.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he said, “If I gave you away to that… that maniac, gods know what he’d do to you. I can’t let him take you away from me, I need you.”

You shook your head violently, you wanted to cry out and scream but you couldn’t. And even if you could, you’re terrified of how he would react.

“I understand that you might be upset, confused, angry, but none of that matters because we can finally be together with no one to get in the way of us.”

“No Lynette, no Freminet, no Dottore, just you and me.

Together forever.”

I’m aware that the song “dead girls” by Penelope Scott is about kids committing suicide, but I felt that the title was fitting because there were literally dead girls in Fontaine.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who is obsessed with you. The insane amount of your items he has just lying around your room could tell you that. Your empty perfume bottle, your favorite shirt you thought you had misplaced, one of your bras, your underwear…

Obviously he makes sure to hide all of these items in a safe place before you come over. He wouldn’t want you getting any ideas about just what he would be doing with them. What disgusting things are running through his perverted mind.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who is on the verge of dropping to his knees and begging you to stay with him. He didn’t care if you were traveling across the country or just going home for the night.

He would grab onto your shirt and look up at you with those pretty, blue eyes of his. A small pout would form on his lips while you stared at him in confusion. Titans, he sure did act like a big, clingy dog sometimes.

“Y/n, please don’t go… I know you have somewhere to be tomorrow morning, but can’t you just stay with me a little longer? Please?”

“What do you mean ‘I’m being dramatic!?’”

It didn’t take much of his convincing to make you stay. “Only for another half hour…” you’d let out an exasperated sigh.

His eyes would light up like Christmas lights, a big smile growing on his face.

“I knew you could never say no to me, partner.”

Unfortunately that “half hour” would leave you waking up in his bed the next morning.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who just can’t focus when you’re gone. Maybe he’s just too codependent on you, or maybe he’s just in love. The thought of holding you, kissing you, fuck, it just drives him crazy. Staring at your photos or watching you from those hidden cameras he installed aren’t making him feel any less… empty. Lonely. His friend, Mydei insists that he’s probably mentally ill, but that definitely can’t be it.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who never leaves your side when you’re around. If you’re sitting on his couch trying to watch a show, he must have your head resting on his shoulder, or on his lap, maybe even sitting in his lap. He’s so clingy, clingy to the extent that you two are basically attached by the hip when you two go out in public.

You could tell him off, insisting that you can hold your purse or jacket by yourself or that he doesn’t need to stand so close to you. But he never listens, that man is just so stubborn.

“You can hold it yourself?” He frowns, sadness in his eyes, “Then what am I supposed to do if I’m not serving you, Y/n?“

“That looks heavy, I could hold it for you.” He’d tilt his head to the side, “No? Why? Are you sure?”

“Well, you beat me, Y/n.” He combed his teal hair out of his face just for it to fall back in place, “Now what will you do with me?”

He paused, panting. “Actually, I have an idea — I want to you to step on me.”

“You want me to…?” A look of confusion was on your face. A look saying “what in the world is his problem?”

The Vice Captain had a big grin splitting his face, he is far too happy about this. “What are you so confused about? Do you have hearing problems or something?”

“Step on me.”

Your eyes look around for any eavesdroppers. It may be 12 AM, but some knights may be on early morning patrol.

You saw no one.

“But why? I don’t understand,” you toss your wooden sparring sword to the side.

“You don’t need to understand, you’re the one on top of me.” His eyes slowly trail down your leather boots that start at your mid-thigh and stop at the sole of your foot.

There’s just something about the way they squeeze your pretty legs that turns him on.

He’s basically chewing on his bottom lip now, probably trying to regulate the pain he’s feeling in his lower region.

He’s so hard right now and you can see it even with the only source of light being the moon and a dew street lights.

The knight looks up at you expectantly, his big, red eyes illuminating softly in the dim lighting. “So? Will you?”

“But you lost, Lohen,” you step closer to him,  your feet on either side of his torso. “Why should I give you what you want if you lost?” You smirk. 

He’s going dizzy with arousal, “Th- then- hurt me then! Kick me, stomp on me, break my bones for all I care! I’ll I need is for you to step on me. Treat me like an insect on the sidewalk.”

Your lips pursed together, you were thinking.

Not even a second later your pressing the sole of your shoe his crotch.

The noise that escaped his throat was a cross between a scream and a moan. The sound ao sinfully debauched it almost made you remove your boot. But seeing him squirm in pain ignited something in you.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his fingernails dug into the earth beneath him.

After a second, you moved your boot away. he’s being way too loud, He must want you two to get caught.

“Good god that felt so- so good. Do it again!” He corrected himself, “I mean- please, please give me more, Y/n? I’ll be good! I swear I’ll be so fuckin’ good!”

“Stop begging,” your foot presses against his chest, knocking the wind out of him. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this, is that not what we agreed upon?”

His hands rest on your ankles, feeling your leather boots up and down. “But I am enjoying this, way more than I should, honestly…”

Your boot pressed harder against him, “Hands off before I tie your wrists above your head with that stupid choker you love so much.”

He removes his hands.

“Yes ma’am,” He jokes.

“I like that,” you drop to your knees and straddle his hips. “I want you to refer to me as such. Say yes ma’am and no ma’am when I speak to you, you understand?”

“This wasn’t apart of the deal-“

“-But who lost? I told you I don’t want you to have too much fun,” You pull on his choker that lives up to it’s name, it is way too tight around his neck. “You will do as I say for the rest of the night.”

His face went red, “Yes ma’am.”

This is purely self-indulgent I just really wanted to step on lohen chat my bad

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

my elegant flower…” Dazai breathily muttered into your ear, his right hand traveling down your body to secure itself onto your waist. The other lightly sliding down your arm until it met with yours, your hands mending together almost perfectly.

He began taking slow, steady steps with you in his firm, yet ever so delicate, arms. You hated the way he made you feel; and the heat rising to your cheeks didn’t make it any better.

The way his hands held onto you like nothing else in the world mattered made you sick. Like he was so deeply in love with you, that he never, ever wanted to let you go.

And this this hell felt like heaven for him.

So much like heaven, that he’s made you forget how and why you’re even in this concerning situation.

You and Dazai danced together as if you both were lovers, destined to always find each other in whatever universe God puts you in.

But it was quite the opposite.

Take where you are for example, atop the roof of an abandoned 5 story building at the dead of night.

Why are you even here, you ask? Well let’s go back to the beginning.

You and Dazai are coworkers at the Armed Detective Agency (ADA), and have been for the past few years. And because of that, you’re practically around the man 24/7.

But what’s so wrong with Dazai? Well, not only is he extremely irritating and obsessed with suicide, but it’s so painfully obvious that he’s obsessed with you as well!!

He’s overwhelmingly clingy and flirtatious, not to mention his constant attempts at suicide and begging for you to join him in a double suicide drive you mad. He can also be a tad bit controlling and manipulative when it comes to spending time with others.

“Oh, bella…” Dazai sang as he kneeled in front of you while you sat in your desk chair, his hands keeping a firm grip on yours. “…I can just imagine how beautiful your hands would look around my neck, finally granting me the sweet gift of death I crave so muc—“

“-Quit flirting with L/n, Dazai! Get back to work!!” Kunikida shouted at the suicidal brunet before dragging him away from you by his shirt collar.

You sighed at the scene before you, quickly turning back towards your desk and returning to your job. But your peace and quiet didn’t last very long until you were assigned the job to check out an old, abandoned, warehouse that is suspected to be the hideout for an unknown organization kidnapping certain people around the area of Yokohama.

Of course, you agree to the job and the partner assigned to you… but you declined the last part. You insisted that you did not need anyone’s assistance in this job, mainly because you didn’t want a certain bandage-waster recommending himself as the perfect candidate for the position.

You left the ADA building, ready to save the captives and go home and sleep. But someone had ulterior motives…

Once arriving at the warehouse, you pulled out your gun and hid in a blind spot from anyone inside the abandoned building.

Your eyes scanned the perimeter and the entrance it’s self and… “Is no one in there?” You quietly muttered to yourself; there was absolutely no sign of life anywhere.

What the fuck? You thought.

You were about to walk over there before you were stopped by your gun being snatched right out of your grasp.

“I doubt you’ll be needing that, bella.”

Gasping in shock, you spun around on your heel, meeting eyes with… him. “Wha… what are you doing here, Dazai!?”

“Call me Osamu,” he added rather quickly, “and what’s so wrong with a fellow member of the agency taking the time out of their evening to assist their dear colleague?”

You angrily glared at him but he seemed to not care. It’s almost like he loves getting a reaction out of people, especially you.

“I thought I told you I liked working alone…“ what made you trail off of your sentence short was Dazai reaching for your hand and gently holding it in his.

He didn’t dare to break eye contact as he kissed your knuckles. You grimaced at the feeling, cursing yourself for not snatching your hand away and shoving him away from you.

“I could be trying out a new method of suicide right now, but I decided to spend my time with you.” He added with a small pout.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Wow, how selfless…! Now leave, I’m trying to do my job here!! Now give me my gun back!!!”

You jumped to reach the black weapon but he held it over your head, “Ah, ah, ah! I told you that you won’t need this, haven’t I, my dear belladonna?”

You tightly pressed your lips together, already knowing that Dazai won’t give in that easily. Shit, he probably won’t even give in at all!

“You know, I might reconsider that offer of strangling you to death right about now…” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh really?” He leaned over towards you a bit, you didn’t exactly expect him to hear you. “Sorry, but I prefer my deaths to be painless and knowing you, that probably won’t happen.”

Sighing, you reached out your open hand in front of him, “My gun.”

“Well that’s not a complete sentence now is it, Belladonna?” Laughing softly to himself Dazai, sat up straight. “I’m getting sick of this back and forth banter, let’s just go inside the place already.”

Dazai threw his hands back, the gun flying back even further. You watched in horror as it disappeared into the overgrown vegetation.

“You fucking—“

The bandaged brunet grabbed onto your wrist and forced you into the warehouse.

The second you both ran through the door, you pried your wrist off of his hand, “What the hell’s wrong with you, Osamu!? There could’ve been a bunch of armed men in here trying to kill us!!”

“But there wasn’t.” He stated bluntly, not even wanting to touch on the fact that you have just referred to him as “Osamu.”

Seething, you tore your gaze away from him and looked around the empty space around you. No one’s here either.

“You’re right. There… isn’t…” You looked around for a good 5 seconds before a loud gasp echoed through the room.

“What? You… you lied about the- the everything didn’t you!? The kidnappers and—”

“-I didn’t lie, okay.” He raises his hands up In defense. “All I did was tell you the wrong address, the kidnappers are somewhere on the other side of Yokohama but who cares!!” He laughed uncaringly at the situation.

“You cannot be fucking for real right now…” you rubbed your temple at the mere thought of this. It was absolutely unbelievable.

You and everyone at the ADA might know this already, but it’s becoming more and more evident as the days go by: Dazai is fucking insane.

“Come on, Y/n!! Don’t tell me you’re scared of heights!!” You must’ve zoned out for a moment because now Dazai is climbing the stairs up to the next floor as he urges you on to follow him.

Already mentally drained, you wanted to turn around and go home, but something about this intrigued you so you went along with it.

That was your first mistake.

This went on for another twenty or so minutes until you both have reached the roof. Quite frankly, you were tired and out of breath. Panting as if you had just ran a fucking marathon.

“You made it!” He claps his hands together, “Barely…” he adds on under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“Why… did you bring me here…?” You said as you finally got a hold of your breath, noticing that it is already dark outside. The only light source being the bright, half-moon in the sky.

“Bring you here…?” Dazai slowly stepped closer to you, chuckling darkly to himself, “What do you mean? You followed me all by yourself. You could’ve turned around and went home whenever you wanted.” As if he’d even let you do that in the first place.

“Uh- well…” you stuttered, “Whatever.” Crossing your arms you, turned away from him.

The bandaged brunet stepped closer to you, “C’mon, bella…“ He whined, shoving his hands into his pockets; a strange smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What’s the matter? Are you mad because I lied to you?” He teased you in a mock baby voice, desperately trying to get a reaction out of you.

You turned around, ready to give him a piece of your mind, but his brown eyes looking right through your soul silenced you. There was a look on his face that you couldn’t make out. Was he frustrated? Maybe amused?

Whatever it was, you didn’t want any parts of it.

“I don’t even know why I followed you up here. I’m leaving.” You swiftly turned around again, and began walking away. But a firm grip on your forearm stopped you right in your tracks.

“Hey, what are you-“

He didn’t respond. He only yanked you into his arms. His, that you won’t admit, warm and loving arms. His arm was tightly around your waist while the other gently rested on top of your head.

“Dazai,” you paused, horribly frustrated with yourself for finding somewhat enjoying his embrace, “what are you doing?”

“Y/n, you know how I just love the idea of committing a double suicide with the beautiful lady I fall in love with?” He whispered to you, his arms securely around your waist.

“Uhm, yeah? I guess? What does any of this have to do with…?”

“I have another question,” he continued, “You do know I’m in love with you, right?”

“You what!?—“

Suddenly, Dazai released you from his embrace, you would’ve lost balance if he didn’t secure his grip on your waist.

“Oh, my elegant flower…!” he breathily whispered into your ear as his hand firmly grasped onto yours. You looked into his brown eyes that sparkled like stars in the beautiful moonlight. You hated the way he looked at you. You just hated absolutely everything about him. Why did he of all people have to fall in love with you?

At this point, you have no idea what the fuck is going on. Feeling weird by not doing anything with your free hand, you awkwardly placed your free hand on his shoulder.

You’ve never slow danced with a man before, but this what they do on movies, right? This is good enough.

He began taking slow, steady steps with you in his firm yet ever so delicate arms. You couldn't help but divert your gaze away from him whilst your face flushed a soft red color. Why am I blushing like crazy right now? Why won’t it stop!?

“Did you not hear me?” He continued the previous conversation, momentarily stopping his movements, “I said that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re… in… in love?” You felt so stupid at this moment. Has it not been obvious since the beginning? He constantly compliments you on a daily. He’s even expressed his interest in committing a double suicide with his lover, and you just happen to be the person he bothers with the question the most. I’d have to be stupid to never realize it, shit.

“No, that’s not true…” his grip around your waist now becoming hellishly tight. A gasp escaped your lips but it was quickly overrun by his words, “I’m obsessed with you. Why else would I lie about your current mission? I just needed this alone time with you. There’s something really important I needed to tell you.”

“I- are you crazy!?” You shrieked, your last pieces of sympathy for him instantly shattering into oblivion.

“Only crazy for you, my beautiful flower.”

“Dazai, are you seriou-“

Before you could get a word out, Dazai pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was only a few seconds, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

Once he finally pulled away, you caught your breath. In a melodramatic manner, nonetheless.

An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he stared straight into your eyes, “I doubt it was that bad, Y/n.” He chuckled softly.

“You can’t hate me that much, my dear bella.”

You didn’t respond to him, only diverting your gaze away from him. “I do, I really do…”

He laughed quietly before beginning to take a few steps with you. You became more and more embarrassed each time you slipped up and stepped on his feet but still not feeling obligated to mutter a quiet apology.

But then, there was a sudden stop. You could feel Dazai’s heart pounding faster than usual. He redirected his gaze and bit his lip nervously before looking straight at you.

He placed a soft kiss against your forehead, and muttered a quiet declaration of love before hugging you tightly. Embracing you with all of his might.

And leaning forward. At first, you thought that he was passed out or something and that you both were stumbling to the ground, but that wasn’t the case. It was quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

Now it all makes sense. Why he stopped dancing; Because you were on the edge of the roof, perhaps?

Why he grabbed onto you; So you wouldn’t fight against him, maybe?

His decoration of love… he was going to kill himself.

And bring you along with him.

Tears ran down your face as sobs ripped through your throat. You couldn’t believe it, despite how surprising that sounds. It just feels like some kind of act of betrayal to you, even if he is dying as well.

The moment before you and Osamu hit the rock-hard pavement, he let go of you and muttered a phrase you may never forget, even in the afterlife:

“Thank you.”

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