dazatsu prompt: You helped me when I had a breakdown in the bathroom and you just transferred into my math class and I don't know what to do right now?!?
Hopeyou don’t mind me doing this in bullet point format! Yay been wanting to doanother AU thing. Here is anxious!Atsushi and anxious!Dazai in a cheesy little bullet point fic.
Atsushi was no stranger to anxiety.
On the day of his huge exam he completely lost it in thebathroom.
No one ever used this particular one, not really. He ran insideduring the lunch break.
How was he going to pass? Did he study well enough? Would hefreeze as soon as he got the exam paper?
Oh shit of shit oh shit..
Atsushi often had anxiety attacks that he had no control overand as he was huddled in the bathroom, shaking and breathing heavy, someonewalked in.
He freaked out. His thoughts raced more than they already wereand yet he couldn’t stop himself.
The stranger tilted his head and as he neared closer Atsushionly managed to hide his face with his hands.
“Hey do you need the nurse?”
Before he knew it the guy was sitting down next to him.
Atsushi could barely speak.
Atsushi lifted his head, nodding. “I..I panic..”
“Yeah, I get those too. Whatever you’re worried about, it’ll beokay. Just take some deep breathes. That’s what I do.” The stranger paused. “Myfriend claims I need to go to my ‘happy place.’ Fucking cheesyright? “
“H-Happy place..?” Did he even have one?
“Yeah. Somewhere I’d rather be than where I am now.”
Atsushi took a deep breath. Then another.
“What are you worried about?”
Atsushi shuddered. “An exam. Gonna fail it..”
“You’ll ace it. Envision yourself getting that exam back withthe score you’re aiming for. Take some deep breaths. Think of something you’relooking forward to after the test.”
So he did. It took a while, almost the entire lunch break, buthis breathing returning to normal. He was sweating buckets and a bit red in aface, but calm. Or as calm as he was going to get.
“I’m sorry..” Atsushi said. “I nearly took up your entire break.Thank you, though. Usually people just kinda stop and stare. Or run. Um..I’mAtsushi, by the way.”
The other boy smiled. “Dazai.”
Not even a week later Atsushi is sitting in class in the morningand the teacher asks for everyone’s attention.
He looks down at his desk only for his eyes to shoot up when thestudent walks in.
“Osamu Dazai,” he says in response to the teacher asking him totell everyone his name.
“You can sit right there next to Atsushi.”
Oh shit. Him? The guy from the bathroom? The guy who saw himhave an absolute meltdown?
Atsushi grabs a book out of his bag, fumbling with it. He nearlystuffs his face with the damn thing.
Dazai chuckles. “Uh? You usually read like that?” He sits down.
“Um..no..uh..” Atsushi looks up, face turning tomato paste red.How embarrassing.
During class he sneaks glances at him. He hadn’t really gotten agood look at him the other day.
He’s rather..attractive, with these chocolate eyes and equallyas brown hair.
Atsushi couldn’t imagine why he had decided to help the weirdkid in the bathroom. No one ever did that. People called him a spazz.
It wasn’t like he could control those anxiety attacks. Theyjust..happened.
As class commenced Atsushi kept his eyes on his desk.
Dazai turned to him. “Um. By the way, how did you do on yourexam?”
“Oh,” he smiled, slightly. “Aced it..”
Atsushi’s smile grew. “I wouldn’t have if I had not been able tocalm down..” His heart raced. Damn, he hated talking to people. Making eyecontact send shivers down his spine. “I have you to thank for that. Thank youagain.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dazai wasn’t exactly lookingat him either.
“Nah. Just thought I’d help. Couldn’t just pretend I hadn’t seenanything.”
After an awkward pause, Dazai spoke. “Not the best at this sortof this so I’m glad I could help without fucking it up. Ah..”
Oh boy now he was sweating.
Atsushi lowered his head once more.
“N-No. You did just fine..”
Atsushi didn’t know what to do with himself.
Dazai didn’t quite latch on to the new material and consideringAtsushi aced that quiz, the teacher suggested he help him out.
Atsushi could barely talk to others, let alone the attractiveguy who helped him during his anxiety attack.
During their lunch break Atsushi sat awkwardly, picking at hisfood with peering at his workbook.
“How do you even read this stuff?” Dazai murmured. “Looks likeanother fucking language.”
Atsushi laughed, quietly. “It’s not all that bad. Can’t blameyou, though. I hated calculus at first..”
Dazai briefly looked at him, eyes darting back down to theworkbook.”Might as well be reading French. It’s all gibberish.”
Dazai drew absentminded circles on a piece of paper, attentionwandering elsewhere.
Atsushi twiddled with his fingers.
“So um,” Dazai murmured. “Do you get..attacks like that a lot?”
Dazai looked up. “I don’t see very many people talk to you.”
Atsushi shrugged. “Don’t have many friends. People think I’m weird.”
“Well,” the brunette said. “What better friend than someone who getsit?”
Dazai laughed. “Yeah, you.”
Okay super cheesy. Is it bad? Probably, but I hope you like it!! Ilove your little prompt and had a blast writing this. Sorry that I did not makea fic out of it. I am not very confident in my writing skills for Dazai at themoment.
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