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hii hello welcome, i usually go by mochi, but soup is fine too!! :3c i'm basically just dumping my art here, enjoy~ :3c

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thank you for looking at my art, it genuinely means a lot!! <3 + have silly dazai as a lil thanks :3

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This Is How the Story of Us Ends

In his reckless act to neither lose Chuuya nor the Port Mafia, Dazai lost himself. 1313 words of angst — Beast!AU skk minor depictions of violence

He had a front-row seat just like last time.

Just like last time.

A few months too soon at sixteen he was waving off five of the oddest people he had come to know but who became his friends in those same few months. It was a day of death, but he was not alone—familiar faces surrounded him then, and it felt like a cold but understanding hug from every Port Mafia agent, including Mori, attending the wake. That death was familiar, inescapable, but never got any easier.

And now six years too soon at twenty-two he was waving off the last person he thought made it out alive from his past. Chuuya now thought himself foolish for believing in Dazai. For believing in them.

I think I might’ve found something worth living for, after all,” Dazai said then at fifteen. He was a gangly, annoying kid—the most annoying Chuuya had ever had the displeasure of meeting then—and it was…such a weird thing to say. They were fifteen years young and had the whole wide world ahead of them for the taking. There was plenty to live for. Especially when death had become a constant in their lives. Dazai was just weird.

Sixteen…seventeen…eighteen. Chuuya came to believe him. Things seemed to look up. Dazai’s words were utter nonsense back then, but Chuuya understood as the years went on. And then at that same eighteen, it was all downhill from there. He never got his partner back after Dazai took up the mantle as the next boss of the mafia. What was a distant dream to cling to as a ‘what-if’ of them became impossible. There was no getting back Dazai. The framed portrait of the man staring back at him surrounded by so, so many bouquets of lilies and roses was forever trapped in Chuuya’s past with everyone else.

aspiring astronomer/astronomy student!Dazai and barista!Chuuya.

Dazai having a special journal he paid extra to have customized and the little lock attached is in the shape of a star, and it's colored navy, purple, and black all swirly like galaxies and it's covered in stickers worn from him carrying it around with him every he goes, to class or not.

Planetarium dates. Dazai nerding out and pointing out to Chuuya every constellation whether he wants/cares to know or not. They find a standing telescope just outside on the top floor and use it to stargaze. Chuuya's so busy looking through the lens until he gets jumpscared when Dazai's eyes suddenly come into view because Dazai's on the other side of the telescope with his face against it. It's not funny (it is, Dazai looks like a bug under a microscope)

Dazai studying at the coffee shop Chuuya works at, and sometimes Chuuya is the one stealing glances at him and seeing Dazai's table in a state of total disarray, strewn with open notebooks, textbooks, his laptop, a half-finished mug of coffee and a pastry he put off to the side and forgot about. He's the embodiment of chaos even down to the things he orders. There is no "usual" with Dazai, whether it's to keep Chuuya on his toes or not. Dazai asks for the usual, and it's a trick question because there isn't something he orders enough that Chuuya can consider a usual, and Dazai just lightly chides him for not knowing him well enough by now after all the money he spends there.

Something about stargazing in the parks late at night with a blanket out on the ground for them to sit on in the middle of autumn as the temperature continues to fall hits different. Dazai absolutely can't stand the cold, and he's rocking back and forth cradling his thermos of hot coffee that Chuuya made for him, his breath coming out in tiny, white puffs and his teeth chattering as he keeps pointing to the stars above them. Chuuya's rolling his eyes and throwing blankets at Dazai every time he complains about it being too cold.

They're giving old Owl City vibes, specifically To The Sky

Dazai keeping track of the different phases of the moon and he's the type to blow up Chuuya's phone when the next lunar eclipse comes with lots of photos of the night sky. Chuuya doesn't text back immediately because he was trying to sleep, but he sees the messages timestamped for almost two am, and he does marvel at the photos, but then asks what the hell Dazai is doing awake when he complained earlier in the day about having an exam to study for.

When Chuuya has downtime at work, as he's preparing free samples to put out on the counter, he invites Dazai to do a really quick coffee tasting with a pastry. Chuuya will tell Dazai with a serious face to really sip and let the coffee settle on his tongue and try to make out the aroma and flavors he's experiencing. Dazai nods, almost chugs his coffee instead, waits a few seconds, and says it just takes like black coffee to him and Chuuya almost facepalms. He's supposed to taste notes of hazelnut and cocoa.

Dazai's favorite part of the coffee tastings is definitely the pastry though.

hehe i sketched them :3 AAAAA ROSIEE!!! you always do this to me!! ;; w ;; i love it ;; PLS NEVER STOP!! >:3c

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