Osamu Dazai's sad graduation.au

Osamu never imagined that a chance encounter in childhood would turn his life upside down so completely. He couldn't understand how he'd fallen in love with this tiny, red-haired spark that had burst into his life so suddenly, illuminating all the dark walls he'd built around himself, but he didn't regret letting Chuuya in so close.

High school, graduation. Exams are behind them, and only admissions are ahead. The school is already crowded with smartly dressed graduates. Girls in flowing dresses, boys in formal suits, as if they were something special. Although, graduation is special for everyone. But Dazai wasn't worried at all; he was trying to find Chuuya, but in this crowd and this heat, he resigned himself to simply calling him.

"Chuya, you're so small I can't even find you in the crowd!" the brunette said in his usual joking tone.

"Tsk, you know how to ruin everything... I'm on the left side of the school yard, but... I'm not alone if anything happens... You understand?.." Chuuya muttered quietly, as if he was afraid of scaring someone or something.

Unfortunately, Osamu understood everything perfectly well and wished he hadn't heard anything. The "not alone" echoed in the brunette's head; something inside him twisted with a tight pain, and he couldn't find the words right away. But soon, hiding the tremor in his voice, he finally spoke with his usual mischief . "Ah... So that's it... Oh! The teacher's calling... I completely forgot, we're all going to the restaurant! Sorry, Chuuya, I have to run! Good luck there, congratulations on graduating!" Dazai didn't wait for an answer, immediately hanging up, which Chuuya found odd, even excessive. But he didn't press him with questions.

In fact, Dazai hadn't gone to the restaurant at all, leaving with the excuse that he was dizzy from the heat. Now he stood silently on the bridge, the spot where he and Chuuya liked to throw stones, play word games, or simply chat. Dazai was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the sudden, heavy rain that hit him in late June. Osamu didn't care about the cold, the rain beating on his face, how soaked he was. Until someone else's umbrella fell on him. "A restaurant, huh?"