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How my OC would meet Dazai..

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writers’ inktober day 18-- waiting ***

A thin smile stretches over Dazai’s lips and he turns in his stool, watching as one of his drinking partners stands before clearing his throat. “Odasaku, where are you off to?”

The older man shrugs on his coat, putting out his cigarette. “Off on a minor job,” he says, giving a slight shrug. Dazai watches him behind curious eyes as Oda glances over. “Am I seeing you tonight?”

“Of course,” says Dazai lazily, resting his cheek on his fist and blinking slowly. “I’ll be waiting, Odasaku.”

***

The morning is slow but it’s comfortable, almost oddly so. Dazai sighs as warm, slightly calloused fingers slide up his side, deliberate and tender. He twists onto his back and smiles crookedly up at Oda, who’s looking at him rather peculiarly. “Hmm. So sappy, Odasaku.”

Oda gives the softest of chuckles and leans down, meeting Dazai halfway and kissing him gently, those familiar fingers sliding up into his hair and pressing to his scalp.

Dazai pulls away and sighs, the deep-set ache in his bones somewhat dulled. “We should go into work soon,” he says, one arm slithering around Oda’s neck. Oda just leans in and kisses his forehead.

“Work can wait.”

***

Dazai gains new scars and Oda always notices, kissing them gently and massaging the weariness from Dazai’s bones. It doesn’t always work, but when it does-- when Dazai leans back into Oda and sighs-- god, he can almost feel himself falling in love, so distant from the moments with blood and death and fear. Dazai looks up and smiles, reserved and tired, letting his eyes drift shut as Oda’s tender hands try to keep his ever-growing darkness at bay. “Will you take me with you?” asks Dazai, feeling Oda falter slightly.

“Take you where?”

“To the ocean. Where you will write your stories and leave this city behind.” Dazai’s eyes flicker open. “Will you wait for me?”

Oda’s arms tighten around him, just a little. A soft kiss is pressed to his hair.

“I’ll wait.”

***

Wind tugs at Dazai’s clothes and hair as he trudges up the hill, one hand shoved deep into his pockets, the other holding a modest arrangement of flowers. There’s a single gravestone up on the top, under the shade of that big tree Dazai has grown to know, overlooking the endless ocean. Dazai kneels down next to it and sets down the flowers, as white and pure as Oda had been. He crosses his legs and just closes his eyes, letting the smell of salt and the sting of the breeze wipe away the smears on his conscience.

Eventually he opens his eyes again, focusing on the crashing of the waves far below. He glances at the grave, simple and strong, the same soft tone of grey that Dazai imagined Oda’s hair would’ve turned to. He takes a moment to still the terrible longing in his chest before he stands, dusting at the grass stains on his tawny slacks. He looks back at the grave.

“You made it to the ocean, Odasaku,” he says softly, “but you didn’t wait for me.”

Dazai turns but he doesn’t glance back, doesn’t look at that huge oak tree or the foggy horizon or that solitary grave, a reminder of a life that should not have been lost.

And Dazai does not return.

***

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