Me: I Can Be Friends With Anything.....

What about the other end of the stick? (Traits you hate of Dazai)

here's the thing: i don't dislike any of his traits (besides the obvious stuff such as abusing akutagawa or being a former professional killer)

although i think his work attitude would make me go insane 😭 at the end of the day he gets the important stuff done but i'm literally kunikida in this situation so we'd be constantly fighting (affectionately)

i wish he'd rely on external help more instead of handling threats on his own without involving other people (the agency) but i share the same trait so i'm not in the right position to say i dislike it lmao

You created a shadowy abomination forged in the depths of night.

It created wars, heartache and pain.

Beneath this fearsome exterior lies an unexpected longing—an ache for peace,

as if this existence has been cursed by the very chaos it was born into.

To roam the endless depths, never resting, never finding solace.

It seeks the one thing it can never find: stillness.

Its heart is a void, a perpetual longing that can never be filled, yet it continues its journey with grace, hoping that someday, perhaps, it will encounter a place where it can lay down its burdens and find the peace it so desperately craves.

In the emptiness of the abyss, the Calmatus remains—forever searching, forever yearning.

Its existence is a testament to the struggle for inner peace I like to think.

There are some people whose dread of human beings is so morbid that they reach a point where they yearn to see with their own eyes monsters of ever more horrible shapes… Painters who have had this mentality, after repeated wounds and intimidations at the hands of the apparitions called human beings, have often come to believe in phantasms—they plainly saw monsters in broad daylight, in the midst of nature. And they did not fob people off with clowning; they did their best to depict these monsters just as they had appeared.

Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human

From our very first conversation, I felt something different—and I’ve been in love with you ever since.

so soft it hurts

In our lives we know joy, anger, sorrow, and a hundred other emotions, but these emotions all together occupy a bare one percent of our time. The remaining ninety-nine per cent is just living in waiting.

Dazai Osamu, The Setting Sun

“Chuuya.”

“He’s here, Ane-san,” he broke down, his face distraught and his hands on his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if he could rip his heart out. Ane-san stopped smiling. “I let him in, damn it, and I don’t know how to get him out or what to do. I’m desperate.”

“Chuuya, dear.”

Chuuya staggered and fell back into his seat, burying his face in his hands as he fought back the tears. He jumped when Ane-san ran her fingers through his hair. He sniffled. She gently untied his hair and began to comb through his curls.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, wiping away tears with the heel of his hand.

“Feelings are complicated.”

“No, Dazai is complicated as hell,” he mumbled.

Kouyou smiled sweetly.

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