Osamu Dazai return.au.

When Chuya saw him alive, he knew he would never let him go again, no matter how he'd looked before. He would hold on to him at any cost, even if it meant his own life.

One summer evening, on the roof of a port mafia building, two guys who brought their boss not only perfectly executed assignments but also a ton of trouble looked completely different now. They were calm, as never before. Without their usual quarrels, fights, caustic jokes, and caustic words. Such silences were rare between them, but no matter how much Chuuya pretended to hate Dazai, he cherished these moments. For him, it was the most precious thing: the brunette sitting next to him, the wind playing with his hair, the sunset reflected in his eyes, making his amber eyes even brighter. Dazai himself always loved such silence. In such moments, he didn't feel sick, didn't feel disgusted by those around him or himself; he felt free. However, Osamu's words shattered this comfort, causing Chuuya to freeze.

"Chuuya, when I'm gone, promise to forget me..." Osamu's words escaped his lips so quietly and abruptly that Chuuya felt as if the ground had vanished from under his feet. He'd fallen into an abyss that genuinely scared him, even if he didn't show it. Dazai was an idiot for chasing death, and Chuuya knew it. He'd never said he'd go die any day. But now... those words made it hard for Chuuya to breathe.

It was that "forget me" that echoed in the redhead's head whenever he saw Osamu in that mafia basement, chained and seemingly completely different. Dazai had hardly changed, though for Chuuya, it was as if he had been reborn, or simply resurrected. After disappearing for four years, Chuuya didn't know what it felt like to see him now. Alive. Alive Osamu, who had begged him to tear everything apart. Chuuya was overcome with rage, relief, and resentment all at once... He was ready to swear he hated him for the betrayal, for that disappearance, but how happy he was now that Dazai was still alive, and right here in front of him.