Osamu Dazai return.au.

When Chuuya saw him alive, he knew that he would never let him go again, no matter how he had appeared to him before. He would hold onto him at any cost, even if that cost was his own life.

One summer evening, on the roof of the Port Mafia building, two guys who brought their boss not only perfectly executed missions but also a mountain of trouble, looked completely different now. They were as calm as they had ever been. No usual quarrels, fights, sharp jokes, or caustic words. Such silence was a rare occurrence between them, but no matter how much Chuuya showed the world that he hated Dazai, he cherished these moments. For him, it was the most precious thing—when the brunette sat beside him, the wind playing with his hair, and the sunset reflecting in his eyes, making the amber gaze even brighter. Dazai himself had always loved this kind of silence. In moments like these, he didn't feel nauseated, he didn't feel disgusted by those around him or by himself; he felt free. However, Osamu's words shattered this comfort, making Chuuya freeze.

— Chuuya, when I'm gone, promise me you'll forget me... — the words escaped Osamu's lips so softly and so abruptly that Chuuya felt the ground slip from beneath his feet. He plummeted into an abyss where he truly became afraid, though he didn't show it. Dazai was an idiot chasing death, and Chuuya knew it. He had never said he would go and die on any specific day. But now... those words made it hard for Chuuya to breathe.

It was exactly this "forget me" that echoed in the redhead's head when he saw Osamu in this Mafia basement, shackled and seemingly completely different. Dazai had hardly changed, although to Chuuya, it was as if he had been born anew or simply resurrected. After his disappearance for four years, Chuuya didn't know what he felt seeing him now. Alive. A living Osamu, who had asked to sever everything they had. Rage, relief, and resentment all accumulated within Chuuya at once... He was ready to swear that he hated him for the betrayal, for this disappearance, but how happy he was now that he was still alive and standing right before him.