(NEW) Time Loop...

~ 𝓓𝓪𝔂 5 (Part 1) ~

(Art by @akechisu1 on twitter)

(Warning for (attempted) suicide, read with caution.)

Dazai woke up like every morning, wishing he didn't. He felt like testing the boundaries of this time loop, with alcohol involved. He got up, changed, all that shit, and called Chuuya. Of course, he called Chuuya, who wouldn't be better to call for something alcohol related? Especially when Chuuya was rich, that meant good alcohol.

"Hey, Chibi!" Dazai said through the phone, his voice cheery and airy. "What do you want," Chuuya said, his voice husky and irritated. "I want to go out and get a drink, is that too much to ask?" Dazai heard a groan over the phone, but Chuuya wouldn't say no.

"Ugh... Fine. Be over in 20." Chuuya said, hanging up afterward. Good. Dazai's plan was working, let's see what'll happen if Dazai's plan goes through. He knew that Chuuya wasn't going over to Dazai's but he had expected for Dazai to go over to him.

Which Dazai will gladly do.

He put his shoes on, grabbed his keys, and left the ADA dorm. He locked the door and slipped the key under the door. Dazai could just pick the lock if he weren't dead after this, which he hoped he wouldn't have to do.

He started walking to Chuuya's penthouse, it was pretty far from the ADA dorms, but this was Dazai. He knew every in-and-out in Yokohama. He knew shortcuts. He eventually got to Chuuya's in time, and knocked on the door, waiting for Chuuya to answer.

And, of course, a short red-head opened the door. He looked like he had just woken up, which was obvious. Chuuya was a morning drinker at times, and Dazai rarely asked to drink with him, so he was curious.

Dazia just stepped in, earning a frustrated grumble from Chuuya. "I've got shit to do today, some mission came up, so just take what you want and leave, dick." Dazai nodded and immediately went to Chuuya's alcohol cabinet. He grabbed a nice whiskey and walked back over to Chuuya.

"Thanks, chibi!" Dazai pulled his usual smirk. "Stop fucking calling me that, asshole!" Chuuya snapped. Dazai left the penthouse before Chuuya could yell at him for that like they usually did. He walked back over to his dorm and picked the lock on his dorm.

He sorta regrets sliding the key under the door, he couldn't find it, but he'll deal with that if he's alive tomorrow.

The amber liquid swashed around in the bulky bottle, just another vice Dazai used to keep his mind off this shitty life he so wished to end.

Dazai grabbed a cup from some cabinet he had, opened the bottle, and poured the glistening liquid into it. He quickly downed the whole glass, the familiar burn of the alcohol sliding down his throat easily and into his digestive system. It was familiar, it was normal, and it felt good. He did it again, and again, and again. His head felt fuzzy, he felt warm, and he just lay there on his bed, downing glass after glass of whisky.

This was gonna be fun.

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Sorry for the shirt chapter- I had to get this out before it was wednesday my time (It's 11:30 PM rn) because I think Imma update the fic every tuesday! Thank you to my partner, Arson, for getting me the Fyozai fanart at the top of the chapter!