One

Yeah, I woke up and chose pain.

Chuuya Nakahara wasn't what he seemed. Manipulating gravity hurt, and corruption slowly tore apart. He drowned himself in anything that would dull his mind, even for a few moments.

Osamu Dazai didn't know if living was worth it some days. He was ready to die, he knew that when it came he would go and not have wished for more time.

They were alone.

Or so they thought.

(This really isn't canon compliant. It kind of is, but has very little to do with the actual plot of BSD and other characters. This is my first Soukoku story, and is going to be rather short.)

(THERE WILL BE TALK OF SUICIDE AND ATTEMPTS ALONG WITH DEPRESSION, ADDICTION, AND PTSD.)

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