Dazai Osamu

The red-haired guy was hugging Osamu's body, his hand was on the brown-haired guy's head, as if trying to close the wound, hoping that it would disappear, just evaporate... Why, why is it like this?... The red-haired guy just slightly miscalculated his strength, and that's it.. A small mistake cost him a big loss, at least for Nakahara.. Someone might say that it's because Dazai saved his life many times, and without the brown-eyed guy, the hatter himself would die, simply by using "damage", many think so.. But no, for the blue-eyed guy, this loss was something more, it was something that he couldn't forgive himself... Something that wounded his heart... Like a sharp knife piercing it.

• Chuuya... Suddenly the brown-haired man muttered hoarsely, opening his eyes. Nakahara's pupils narrowed as he turned his gaze to the bandaged man, looking at him with alarm, but with some hope.
• Don't die, please! Don't close your eyes! I... Chuya paused for a few seconds, thinking, and then continued.
• I'll let you braid my hair, or even cut it, just... Please.... The hatter's voice was quiet, like a plea full of regret.
• I... There was still so much I wanted to do. The brown-haired man muttered, looking up as his gaze met blue eyes, full of despair and hope. In fact.. Chuuya loved this guy very much. No matter what, no matter how.. No matter how strange their relationship seemed, the hatter really loved Osamu.. He didn't want to hurt Dazai, why? Why did all the people close to the red-haired man constantly die because of him? The curse of Arahabaki? Who the hell knows.
• No! Shut up! You still can.... Before Chu could finish his thought, the brown-haired man closed his eyes completely, putting the red-haired man in a slight stupor.
• This is not funny! Come on! Wake up! The blue-eyed man began to shake Dazai by the shoulders with all his might.