𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕤𝕪（𝑏𝑠𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠）

(𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖)--𝙀𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪

(Dazai Osamu)—I Guess This Is Farewell (Part 2)
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Ever since the last time you would probably ever see Dazai, you had become more obsessed about it than ever (or paranoid, however you perceive it). He appeared in your dreams, you did double takes when you think you saw him walking around, you'd hear his voice in your head. And each time, he always left you alone.

But he was never there. Never truly there, really.

Chuuya had been there to comfort you, as well as Akutagawa sometimes, letting you vent to them or take your anger out on them through training. And they had helped a good amount, but Dazai still plagued your mind no matter what they did. But you were ever so grateful for their attempts at helping.

As of now, you currently were at the mall, shopping with Chuuya.

Correction, you were the only one shopping, he was just mindlessly following you around and acting like he knew what he was doing.

You had guessed Chuuya had done this for you to take your mind off of Dazai, again. And it had been helping for the past few hours. You had also gone to stores you knew he would like, making him smell colognes or try on new suits. You had tried to bring him to a hat store too, but he refused to buy another hat. What surprised you more than anything way how his hat still fit him after so many years since he first got it.

"Are you sure that hat isn't worn out by now? You've had it for almost a decade..."

"I'm not that old! I'm the same age as you, you little shit!"

"Little? I reckon I'm a little taller than you. Maybe more than a little."

"Quit with your delusions."

"Hehe."

You walked past the hat store and onto another place where you can spend Chuuya's money without remorse. As you walked past a plethora of people, one in particular stuck out to you for a moment. Brown bushy hair, pale skin, tall and lean. Could it be-?

"(Y/N)."

Snapping out of your thoughts, you faced Chuuya with an awkward smile. "Sorry about that."

You could see him trying not to roll his eyes, as if he knew what you were thinking of. Well, he most likely did. "When are you ever going to stop thinking about that stupid mackerel?" And he was right on the dot with his prediction.

Looking down in shame, you gave no answer. It was a question you had contemplated for a while. Your romantic feelings for Dazai had faded a while ago, so why were you still holding on?

Chuuya placed his hand on your lower back, making your heat stop for a second. He looked at your in suspicion. "You good?"

It took a moment for you to respond. "Yeah. Im fine, just a little tired is all."