#((him...))

woa!!

i drew dazai as dazai (‘s stage actor rui tabuchi) who is dazai in the photo (edit: my bad i said it was tawada hideya earlier bc under the original image someone else said he was tawada)

And then he said, "And then we fought. And you won, of course you did, and now we're talking openly because you're someone I CAN talk to. I always COULD talk to you. I just never DID. Of course you're taking this seriously. And you know I take it all seriously. Why are you like this? Why do I RECOIL every time you speak to me, even when you aren't doing anything wrong? How can a person even be like this?? Why do I sometimes wish that I could be like you?"

AND THEN HE SAID, "Wait. Please. I need you to know I do care about you. I can't tell you that directly because I have been taught my whole life that to love someone is to lessen their burden, to BE less of a burden, shrink yourself, don't have demands, don't have needs, don't eat more than the bare minimum to sustain yourself. I'm working on that now, because of my family, because of her, and because of you, but I still can't bring myself to settle the full weight of my being onto another person. Here is a magic bell that will let you safely become my burden. I will not lose you too."

The magic bell rolls around in Laios' bag and rings constantly because Toshiro didn't think to stuff it with a piece of paper before giving it to the most physically active fighter in the group who does all the runnining aroundening.

The one he JUST brawled for being imperceptive.

Apparently I can't resist writing scenes where a traumatized and touch-starved character receives a back massage. That prosthetic arm doesn't look designed with user comfort in mind, so you know Bucky's back probably HURTS.

This section is, unfortunately, several chapters ahead of where I actually am in the fic right now, but it's a taste of what is to come.