the light tone in his voice accompanied with one of his many signature grins wasn’t enough to ease her. she knew that dazai’s frequent comments about finding new, inventive ways to end his life were never just jokes — even if he tried to play them off as such for her sake.
no one would miss me anyways…
that final remark alone was enough to finally pull a reaction out of her. a mix of emotions were running through her in that moment. anger. the fact that someone would think so little of their own life when others are dying to live. sorrow. someone she cared for so deeply was clearly hurting inside and she didn’t have the power to fix it. frustration. that very same person doesn’t even realize just how many people would miss him — just how much she would miss him.
unable to verbally communicate any of this to him, callie did the next best thing. yanking on the collar of dazai’s coat, she forcefully brought him down to her level. the adrenaline caused her to be rougher than she was intending, almost clashing her nose into his as she pulled him into the kiss.
—is what she wanted to say, but as she pulled back ( grip still tight on his collar ) , a sense of embarrassment came over her. not exactly the type to have her emotions on display, she suddenly felt vulnerable. finally loosening her grip, she pressed forward once more, only this time to rest her forehead against dazai’s chest in attempt to hide her face.
after several seconds, callie finally broke the silence between them —— but all that came out was a muffled: “ idiot.. ” // @mafiaborn
send ღ for a first kiss between our muses. // not accepting.
