(NEW) Time Loop...

~ 𝓓𝓪𝔂 2 ~

(Art made by @akechisu1 on twitter)
(Small suicide mention, just a warning.)

Dazai woke up, unsurprisingly. Of course he woke up, the day was already starting bad. Dazai got up, stretching his arms as he stood on his feet. The faint scent roamed around him, it used to give him a headache, but now it was just another scent he was used to in his days. He rummaged through his closet to find his coat.

Once he did, he slipped it on his shoulders. He slowly slipped his arms through the sleeves, tiredly. The dread of the day was leaning on him, at 7 in the morning. "Too early..." Dazai murmured. He was thinking about skipping work that day, maybe annoy Chuuya, maybe drink until he blacks out. He just didn't care anymore so, yeah, he called out of work that day.

After the phone call, he laid back down. He was too tired to take off the coat, too much effort. He heard a small 'ding' from his phone. He grabbed his phone and saw the contact "Slug", meaning Chuuya had texted him. Why? Did Chuuya somehow know that Dazai took off work that day? Questions, questions...

The text read: "I heard you're off work, bastard. I feel like I should ask why." So that was why Chuuya texted. He had known somehow and wanted to know if Dazai was okay? No. That's not Chuuya, maybe? No. Dazai was a little confused. Nonetheless, he answered. Dazai couldn't help it.

"Awwh! Chuuya cares?" Dazai texted, it wasn't too much effort so he didn't care. And thus, for the next 2 hours, Dazai and Chuuya bickered over text. Then, at some point, after Dazai answered, Chuuya stopped messaging. Dazai put it to quote un quote, "Port Mafia duties". So, pretty much, Dazai didn't care.

Dazai threw his phone across the room, and surprisingly, the phone didn't break. When Dazai noticed this, he groaned. Maybe if he broke his phone, he could use the glass to slit his throat! Smart. Dazai started brainstorming ideas for suicide, obviously.

When Dazai snapped out of his suicide daze, he got up and checked his phone, by that he meant check the time. And when he did, he also checked the date. This is when Dazai thought he was insane. Dazai looked at the date and it was the same date from yesterday, to the dot. Dazai overlooked it at first, then he focused.

"...What?" Dazai mumbled as he stared at his phone screen, the date staring him down like the empty alcohol bottles that were scattered around his room. He was hesitant to call Chuuya and ask for the date, but he doubted he'd get an answer. Chuuya wouldn't answer after all, he was busy with work. And Dazai just didn't bother.

Dazai was spiraling. He could barely think, his brain was clouded with "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!". It was the only thing going on in his brain, any other thought was overshadowed by that one thought. Was Dazai going crazy? Maybe. But was he really? He himself didn't know at all. He was so confused and feeling crazy. He just decided to shut up, shut off his phone, and get some shut eye. Ah, the 3 S's.

Maybe he'd sleep the day away, and wake up tomorrow with the knowledge that he wasn't insane, maybe. Just fucking maybe.

Dazai wasn't going crazy, definitely. He left that behind years ago. Did he?