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The Day I Picked up Dazai - Side A (3)
Continuation from Part 2. With this part, I have finished the first big part of the novel (about 30 pages). I currently do not have a clear plan of when and what I am going to translate next, so please kindly wait for updates.
This is from Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.
Please carefully read the notes below before progressing.
- This post contains spoilers. It is not a summary, but a full translation of one part of novel. So if you plan to read the novel later yourself and think this would ruin your expectation, please stop here.
· I tried to keep the translation as accurate as possible, but as I don't speak English or Japanese as my native language, I may make some mistakes or use weird words etc. This translation might not be final. I may come back and fix it later if I find any mistakes.
· This is a moviegoers-only benefit, so please be extra careful when discussing it about on Twitter. Use a #spoilers tag on your tweets or your fanarts. You can share the links to this post but don't take many screenshots.
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I'm sorry if that's too much but honestly all I want is for everyone to have a good experience, for those who wants to read the novels to be able to read the novels, and for those who don't want to be spoiled, to be safe from it as much as possible.
If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!
Just like that, many days have passed.
Dazai’s injuries have gone past the most difficult time and are slowly heading to the better. Even though the wounds should still be burning and painful, Dazai is strangely carefree. I don’t know why. He doesn’t seem to have any intention to riot and run away anymore, so I remove his leg restrains. I still keep the front door locked, though.
It is a pleasant autumn day. In the corner of the street, the fallen leaves whisper to each other the memories of when they were once parts of a tree. The scent of tea olive drifts in from nowhere, a scent that turns reminiscences of the past into vague and beautiful memories. I’m sitting by the window, ramblingly thinking about the past. An aimless time while waiting for coffee water to boil. What a luxurious use of time.
“What are you thinking about?”
Dazai asks from the bed.
“It is just this time when I quit my previous job. The tea olive was also blooming back then.”
“Previous job?”
I take a glance at the kettle in the kitchen. There is still some time before the water boils. For a moment, I thought it would be fine to talk until it is done. Then again, I wonder what I was thinking at that moment.
“Nothing big.” I say as I walk toward Dazai. “It was a violent job. But I quit.”
“Violent in what way?”
I do not answer.
The room sinks into silence for a little while. Somewhere I can hear the voice of the trumpet vine families calling to each other.
“Don’t wanna talk about it?” Dazai says as if he has given up, after a while. “Fine then. When the wounds are healed, I will leave. That’s all there is to our relationship anyway.”
I do not respond to those words either. In the kitchen, thin steam is rising from the kettle.
“You are right. When your wounds are healed, you will be gone. And you will end your life as you wish somewhere. Can I make a guess?”
“About what?”
“The reason you want to die.”
“Eh?”
“You want to die, because you are a fool.”
Dazai looks at me with startled eyes.
A silence falls over the room. Dazai turns around and shifts his weight, causing the old floorboard to creak slightly. Somewhere far away, a walking dog is barking at a tree on the street.
“Interesting.”
When Dazai finally says so, his eyes look different from those of any human being. And those of any living things. Those are wounds. A pair of open wounds on his face, from which darkness is peeping out.
“You’re talking big for a mere postman. However, many people have said the same thing. I can’t tell why they said that though. Because everyone is dead.”
Dazai’s face when he says that reminds me of the end of a culvert, or a black wall at the end of the road that leaves you no way to go.
“Is that so? But at least, if one dies without ever visiting that place, they can be called nothing but a fool. I can assure you of that.”
“Eh? What is that place?”
“It’s a quiet place. It’s not like it’s far away. You don’t even need any qualifications to get in. The thing is not everyone can enjoy the true value of that place.”
“It sounds like a riddle.” Dazai lets out a dry laugh. “Is that a strategy to get my attention by some kind of make-believe secret?”
“There is no point in using a strategy when the opponent is you.”
“That is true though.” Dazai says, turning his face to the other direction. “I can’t read you at all.”
Dazai looks at me with his face turned sideways. Then he looks at the front door and chuckles. It’s more like he is laughing at the current situation, rather than at me.
I feel that the gravity in the room has return to normal somehow.
“Alright. I will keep you company with a little silly talk as thanks for the treatment. You said it is foolish to die, right? So here is my question. If dying is foolish, then why do we have to die?”
Dazai is just there, as tranquil as an ancient book waiting for the answers to be unraveled.
“The fatality rate for the act of living is one-hundred percent.” he says, his voice sounding like an unworldly being who has lived for thousands of years. “But if you look at the whole living world, there are living things that do not die, and there are living things that do not have a life span. It means human’s death is nothing but a function of life. It is nothing more than a promise written in the script of life as a finale.”
I give it some thoughts. “So, you mean life is not something to regret?”
“No, it is worse than that. Even though we are all promised death, from the beginning, all human beings were born with a preset desire called “I don’t want to die”. This is also one-hundred percent true. That is why, that desire will never be fulfilled.”
There is that emptiness of reading a script that has been repeated thousands of times. The cliché that we have passed by and groaned over and over again.
“It means that the act of desire is merely a tool, a convenient hypothesis far from the truth, and we are merely followers of a hypothetical thesis that we have to live because our predecessors did. How do you argue against this dark theorem?”
I look at Dazai.
I come up with a lot of counterarguments. However, I know intuitively that Dazai has not revealed even one ten-thousandth of his true intention. Even if I try to argue with him, he has already prepared a counterargument to that counterargument. That is, again, a debate that is already discussed exhaustedly inside him. And the counterargument for that counterargument of a counterargument has already been prepared. Just like an infinite staircase descending to hell, Dazai’s dark reason has no bottom.
I take another glance at the kitchen. The water for my coffee has started steaming.
“Is that why you want to die?” I ask.
Dazai shakes his head to the side. “No. This is just a play on words. There are things that can’t be spoken by words. When it comes to things that can’t be spoken…”
“You have to be silent?” I continue what Dazai is saying. “It’s exactly like that. Only you can understand your world. But that doesn’t change the fact that you are a fool. I can assure you of that.”
Dazai goes ’kay kay as he sighs exaggeratedly and lies down on the bed. Like a teacher who has run out of patience for a child who never ceases to misbehave. “I don’t care to correct that but what is that place you talked about just now?”
“If you go, you will know.” I say and look out of the window. The street is bright and quiet.
“Why don’t you try and explain to it me right here right now?”
“I will pass. In this situation, no, in most situations, words are not to be trusted”.
“Hmph, so you do say such things. Even though you like novels?” Dazai says as he takes a look at my bookshelf.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m troubled.” I answer honestly.
Dazai looks at me for a while, and suddenly he laughs, somewhat more natural than ever before. “Interesting.” Dazai says. “You are humble. I don’t hate that.”
In the kitchen, the steam from the kettle is drawing a symbol in the air.
“I don’t hate spending time in this house either, not as much as I thought.”
At that moment, there is a knock on the front door.
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notsneksandersss · 2 days ago
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it's always "ily" but never "iucbity"
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froctus · 2 days ago
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them as best friends who r totally not in any way shape or form 100% in love w each other cuz that would be crazy lol…..unless
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katistry · 2 days ago
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soukoku + songs off of my chronological playlist for them
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kima-wasnt-here · a day ago
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redraw moment
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lavidadelavie · 2 days ago
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ASAGIRI & HARUKAWA TALK ABOUT CHUUYA
By Nakahara ChuuHuahua (Facebook)
⁃ Asagiri: "Now that I think about it. Chuuya was really perfect." ⁃ Harukawa: "I mean it took such an incredibly long time!"
⁃ Asagiri: "We might have spent the most time on Chuuya. There were just so many patterns.
⁃ Harukawa: "We couldn't decide on the abilities without deciding on the character designs, and everyone was troubled... We even sat at a cafe till 4 in the morning without coming to a conclusion and leaving." ⁃ Asagiri: "It was decided that he was going to be Dazai's ex-partner, but the authors had a connection in real life, and we worried over what kind of character to make him into. It was just confirmed that he was short (omg lmao). Thanks to that, Chuuya's really popular now. I always felt like he was going to be a popular character, that's why I refused to go easy."
—Seems that Chuuya Nakahara's character settings were decided amidst some difficulty. His wild eyes are the root of his popularity —
(btw the one on the left is Asagiri-sensei and on the right is Harukawa-sensei with her pretty green finger nails)
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oui oui Chuuya is perfect :>
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bigskycasino · a day ago
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decay of angels college roommate au
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spixi · 20 hours ago
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your honour he was in a silly goofy mood :(
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lovesick-author · a day ago
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Dazai x female neko reader
Note: I forgot how hot this man was so have this short drabble <3
warnings: reader is in heat, breeding kink, cumming inside
"Dazai~~" you purr while rubbing your head under his chin.
Dazai only hums while continuing to read his guide on how to commit suicide book.
"What is it, my precious kitty?" He questions as you continue to rub your body all over him.
"I feel funny. Make it better pleaseee." You beg while panting right in his ear and grinding on his thigh.
Dazai closes his book before finally taking notice of your flushed face. "Oh my, is it that time already?"
His slender fingers gently grab your chin before he smiles alluringly. "Last time I remember, I fucked you so hard you couldn't even walk the next morning. And yet you still wanted more."
You only smile lopsidedly before licking his hand, your tail swaying from side to side. "But I need you, pleaseee." You beg before grinding some more.
"I-I'll do anything you say. Promise. Pinky promise." You whimper while staring into his eyes.
"Oh? That's quite an empty promise considering you already do everything I ask." He laughs before you bury your face in his neck and whine.
"G-gonna cum, gonna cum-" you chant before yelping when Dazai throws you onto the couch and crawls on top of you from behind.
"Don't be dumb. You know you're only supposed to cum on my cock and mine alone." He warns lowly but you were too horny to care right now.
You clench your thighs together before pushing your ass on his crotch to entice him. "D-Dazai…"
"I know. You want me to breed you right?" He smiles while leaning down, his bangs tickling your ear.
You whimper at the thought of his seed filling your womb and nod eagerly with your tongue out.
Dazai strokes your ears lovingly and that simple action alone had you melting and purring as he unzipped his pants. You beg quietly for him to hurry up, not being able to handle the emptiness you were feeling between your legs.
"So needy kitten~" he grins but you only lick his palm again, enjoying the taste of his skin.
Dazai grabs his half hard cock before aligning himself as you wait and anticipate. A mewl of pure happiness leaves your lips once he buries himself inside your wetness.
"So wet already. Geez." He chuckles before starting a rhythm as you purr and moan in absolute bliss.
Your ears are twitching and your tail is wagging, curling around his arm as he pounds into you from behind.
You arch your back and cry out thank yous and sounds of pleasure as Dazai sucks on your neck to leave his markings.
"Are you going to cum soon my lovely little kitty?" He rasps in your ear before gently tugging your tail.
Drool drips down your mouth as you sob and tremble from the intensity before nodding furiously. "Y-yes, yes, yes!"
"Good." Dazai grunts before slamming one last time and spilling inside.
A euphoric expression overtakes your features before you grab at air and lean back to relish his flush skin against yours.
"D-Dazai," you whimper when he pulls out before you collapse on the couch, butt raised high in the air.
Dazai licks his lips before smirking with a tilt of his head. "I know you still want more. Your heat is going to last for a whole week. But that's okay~"
He hovers above you before placing a kiss on your lips and playing with the small bell attached to your collar.
"I have enough to give~"
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numarble · 2 days ago
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Wierd that the two guys with the absolutely normal hairstyles are the most annoyingly genius psychopaths
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boombboi · a day ago
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Chuuya: You disgust me.
Dazai: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.
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popopretty · a day ago
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The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side B (1)
This is the first few pages of Side B of the new Dazai novel, which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.
I said on Twitter that I will not spoil Side B any time soon, but as I have finished the translation for the first part of Side A, I think there is already enough context to move on with this one. Actually, it's pretty interesting to read and compare between 2 sides.
For that reason, I HIGHLY recommend you to read the first 3 parts of Side A that I have translated first, before moving on to this one, for better understanding. You can find the link to the tag with all Side A translations I have done in my pinned post.
Please also carefully read the notes below before progressing. - This post contains spoilers. It is not a summary, but a full translation of the first few pages of the novel. So if you plan to read the novel later yourself and think this would ruin your expectation, please stop here. · I tried to keep the translation as accurate as possible, but as I don't speak English or Japanese as my native language, I may make some mistakes or use weird words etc. This translation might not be final. I may come back and fix it later if I find any mistakes. · This is a moviegoers-only benefit, so please be extra careful when discussing it about on Twitter. Use a #spoiler tag on your tweets or your fanarts. You can share the links to this post but don't take many screenshots.
· Don't retranslate it. Don’t repost this anywhere else out of Tumblr. If you ever decide to do it without my permission, at least don't mention my name. I don't need the credits for that. · DON’T GO TO THE AUTHORS’ OR OFFICIAL TWITTERS TO COMMENT ABOUT THE CONTENTS OF IT.
I'm sorry if that's too much but honestly all I want is for everyone to have a good experience, for those who wants to read the novels to be able to read the novels, and for those who don't want to be spoiled, to be safe from it as much as possible. If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!
A bloody corpse of a young man is lying on my front porch.
I look down at the corpse, then at the front of the house. It is a quiet morning. The apartment across the street is casting a long black shadow on the pavement in front of me. The trumpet vines planted in the hedge are rustling in the breeze, and whispering to each other in a way that human cannot decipher. Somewhere in the distance, I can hear the sound of the long-distance trucks scraping against the road surface. And there is a corpse in the middle of the stairs in front of me.
In any case, to our eyes, a corpse is always a strangely exaggerated presence. But this time it is different. This corpse blends in with the landscape, becoming one with the everyday peaceful morning scenery. After a while, I realize the reason. The corpse’s chest is moving up and down faintly. It is not a corpse, it is alive.
I look at the young man. He is all black. A high-collar black cloak, a three-piece suit, a black tie. The things that are not black are his button-down shirt, and the bandages around his head. This one is a mottled color of white and red. This color pattern reminds me of some ominous Chinese prophetic characters. The place he is lying is the middle of the stairs that leads to the front porch. The blood stains continuing down the cracked concrete stairs looks like he has been crawling.
Question. What should I do with this nearly-corpse in front of my eyes?
The answer is simple. If I touch him with the tips of my toes and put some weight on him, he will just roll down to the ground below. If I do so, then he will not be on my premise anymore. He will be on a public road. The country’s territory. All those who are in trouble within the territory of the country should be saved by the mercy of the country. An ordinary postman like me should go home and have breakfast.
I am not doing that because I am a cold and heartless person. I am doing that because it is a survival necessity. The young man’s wounds are clearly from gunshots. He has been shot multiple times. There are probably more holes in his body than I can see from here.
I look at the young man, at the road, and the sky, and at him again.
And then I start to act. First, I approach the guy and lift him up by his sides. Then I drag him by his heels into the house and lay him down on the wall-mounted bed. He is much lighter than he looks. Carrying him alone is not that much of a trouble. I check his wounds. There are many deep wounds, and the bleeding is not usual, but if he receives immediate proper treatment, it is not like he will die.
I take out my medical kit box from the back of the closet, and give him some simple first aid treatments. I put a towel under his upper body, cut his clothes with a pair of scissors to expose the wounds, and check if there is any bullet left inside. In order to stop the blood flow, I apply pressure on the pressure points: below the armpits, inner elbows, ankles, backs of knees, and tie them tightly with a clean cloth. Then I put disinfected tourniquets to the wounds to stop the bleeding. Fortunately for him, I can do this kind of first aid even with my eyes closed.
After I am done with the treatment, I look down at the young man and cross my arms. His breathing has stabilized. His respiratory system and bones seem to be intact. But he does not seem to be waking up. “It’s fine already, just kick him out.”, I can hear the angel’s voice in my head. There is nothing more stupid than treating a suspicious guy like this. I guess I should listen to that voice. That is what a wise man would do.
Before following the angel’s advice, I take another look at the young man. I don’t recognize his face. Probably not someone I know. I say probably, because the bandages covering most of his face makes it impossible to make out his features.
I feel an uneasiness in my chest.
There is something strange about this young man. It is impossible to say that seeing someone covered in blood in front of your house is not strange, but I am feeling a completely different kind of discomfort than when I first saw him. I go around and look at his face. His eyes are closed. His face is pale and tired. His breathing is so faint that it is hard to tell without paying close attention. But still, I feel a strange power coming from his presence. It’s like will power, a certain sense of trust in his own body. And more specifically, right…
It is as if the whole thing about him collapsing here is all according to his plan.
The young man opens his eyes and looks at me.
I am startled and jump up. I didn’t notice when he opened his eyes at all. He moves without any sign of movement. He looks without a sign of looking. He seems to be one of “those people”, the kind of people you will never encounter if you are to lead a normal life.
Those eyes.
I’m not a person with an excellent observation skill. But even so, just by looking at those eyes, I understand a few things right away. He probably has killed before. Not one or two digits. Hundreds of people. When you have killed that many people, you will reach the other side of the mentality that ordinary humans can possess, beyond the other shore where neither light nor gravity can reach. The spirit of those who have reached that state will be seen first in their eyes, then in their mouth. Their eyeballs become black holes, and the muscles around their mouth become organs to show the depth of their sin, not their facial expressions.
And I also know one more thing instantly.
This young man knows me.
“Who are you?”
I ask without thinking.
The voice coming out of my mouth is so cracked, I cannot believe that it’s my own voice. If I didn’t hold my leg strong, it would have backed up a step on its own.
“Who are you?”
I ask again. There is no answer. I don’t even know if he is listening. Because the light in his eyes show no reactions to my question. No matter how cold-hearted a person is, if you look at him in the eyes and throw words at him, you can still see some kind of responses. But this young man does not have any of that. Just black eyes looking at where my figure is.
I cannot say anything much in details, but I associate this young man with a certain state.
There is no heart here. Just a heart-shaped emptiness.
Just as I am thinking this, the young man opens his mouth. He is trying to say something.
To make sure I do not miss anything, I stare at his lips and listen carefully.
But he doesn’t say anything. He just opens his mouth in a certain way. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t show any emotions. He just changes the shape of his lips. That’s it.
“Do you know me?” I try asking. “Why did you collapse in front of my house? How did you get all those wounds?”
The young man looks at me. He opens his mouth and breathes in as if he is going to say something, but he ends up not saying anything. His mouth is quietly closed, together with a sign that it should not have been opened from the beginning.
Maybe he cannot speak? Aphasia, or probably congenital speech impediment. People can lose their voices for various reasons. Mental reasons, brain conditions. Having their throat burn in a fire, or having their pharynx removed through surgeries. However, I feel that none of those applies to this young man. There is a sign that he has been suppressing the sounds coming right up to his throat.
He can speak but he doesn’t.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk. But if I leave you untreated, you will die. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
He doesn’t reply. Those eyes are filled with a quiet emptiness. From that, I assume that he is listening. Because if he is deaf, there should be a reasonable amount of confusion and signs of claiming that he cannot hear.
“To treat you, or to kick you out, it is up to me to decide. As long as you don’t speak, you have no rights to decide. Is that okay? If it’s not, say something.”
The young man stares at me. A few seconds, then tens of seconds. Then he gently looks away and closes his eyes. Quietly, emotionlessly.
He can hear, he can speak. The reason he does not talk is because his door is closed. A door built of thick, huge iron that will not open now matter how hard you try.
“I see. Then I will do as I like.”
I say, my words echoing in the emptiness and dropping into the corner of the room, in the middle of nowhere.
And so begins my communal life between me and the young man.
Strictly speaking, it cannot be called a communal life. It cannot even be called nursing. It’s more like an adjustment work, a monitoring work, and a maintenance work. If I dare to put it in a terribly devious way, it is like keeping a fish. After all, the young man just lies in bed and hardly moves all day. Except for eating and going to the toilet, he is not stirring a muscle. He doesn’t react to what I say or do. It saves me some effort, but it does not feel like dealing with a human at all. I do not expect to hear words of gratitude, and it is a lot easier than dealing with rampages or complaints, but it makes me feel restless all the time. I have never experienced something like this in my life.
There is just one time, when I try to change the bandage that covers most of his face, do I get a strong resistance. That is such a quick reaction that I cannot even imagine. He quickly grabs my wrist as I try to change the bandage. His other body parts do not move at all. It is just like his hand only has turned into another creature and attacked me.
In fact, that bandage should be changed. The bandage that covers most of his face has turned gray in places, and the blood stains have darkened into a gloomy color. From a hygienic point of view, it is not in a condition for an injured person to wear. So I try to change it no matter what, but he is still resisting so stubbornly that I eventually give up. I have carefully applied disinfectant on it. He will not die.
Probably, I imagine, he is afraid that I will see his face when I change the bandage that covers it. I can see the stubbornness in the color of those hard and cold eyes. When you are resisted with such strong will, there is no choice but to back up. However, no matter how many times I try to recall after that, I cannot remember ever seeing him before. Not even in a photo. So, his worry is absolutely groundless. I think so and I actually speak it out, but there is no response from the other side.
Just do as I like.
I cook his meals, let him change his clothes, and change the bandages on his body. We do not talk. He is not speaking anyway, and I am not exactly good at conversations. So, his silence itself is a convenient thing. But somehow, I cannot get rid of the feeling that I have been put on a boat without knowing where it is going.
The time the police appear at my house, is one of those times.
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sensitiveheartless · a day ago
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This is more of a rough sketchdump than a proper comic, but I really wanted to draw grumpy cat Chuuya from this thing I wrote — only context needed for this is that Chuuya has been transformed into a cat by an ability, and so he goes to find Dazai to nullify it. However, because Chuuya immediately charges at Dazai when he finds him, Dazai thinks that Chuuya is a random feral animal trying to attack him, and a very stupid chase ensues.
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chuuyachibi · 2 days ago
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Literally everyone in danger
Chuuya:
Dazai gets arrested
Chuuya:
Dazai dances with another man
Chuuya: *appears* yoU MOTHERFU-
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strmbringer · 18 hours ago
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a chūya a day. 15/★
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chuuy-a · a day ago
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...continue at your own expense
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LISTEN TO ME. I KNOW WHAT THEY'RE SINGING, DUDE. so yk that audio all over tiktok and instagram. that cursed cpr + misery audio????? yes. THATS WHAT IS HAPPENING. dazai's singing cpr no doubt about it @nofic @chuupire @jesperisamfbicon @boombboi @flower-of-darkness @akuuutagawa @panic-at-the-gender IM SORRY I HAD TO. SO SORRY FOR THIS.
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extra hs sweethearts doods!!!!! idkidk just dazai fawning over chuuya bc he’s smitten.
drawing the shoelace tying reminded me of a similar scene frm mara dyer so I thought the quote was fitting!!!
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meebo · a day ago
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dazai and chuuya, pretentious 14 year olds 
even soukoku had a chuunibyou phase
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