Look, all I want from this thread is Dazai sneaking out of his room, & climbing the fire escape to Chuuya's window at 2am when he has his bad nights, and he feels like he's truly lost a piece of himself. He's looking for a distraction and he just really wants to hear Chuuya play. https://twitter.com/writteninink2/status/1247595410907992066

Obviously Chuuya can't wake up his neighbours, it's 2am, so he can't play, but he looks at the guy crouched on his windowsill and takes pity on him.

He tells him to meet him on the rooftop in twenty.

Dazai tries not to laugh when he sees what appears to be a double bass case

walking on it's own. He doesn't succeed.

Chuuya says he hates him, but really he sets up the instrument without another word, and then he plays.

I just want them on a rooftop together, under the night sky as Chuuya glides his bow across the strings and plays something

comforting and painfully uplifting and human.

I just want the sound carrying in the night, and for the first time Dazai isn't disappointed not to be able to see the stars. For once he isn't sad that the city lights hide them because he doesn't want to be anywhere but here.

I want Chuuya trying to focus on playing his bass, because while his neighbour is a pain in his ass, he would do anything to stay in this moment, in their own bubble on a rooftop where even the city sounds barely reach them.

I want those loaded pauses, that desperately needed confession, and the awkward ask:

Maybe my two favourite things are already on this roof.

What if I asked to I kiss you?

I want Dazai saying the wrong thing -- because he does that when things get hard --

and Chuuya to start wordlessly packing up his things; a weight in his stomach, and embarrassment scorching his cheeks.

Dazai is slow on the uptake -- slow in reacting and realizing that Chuuya wasn't there anymore and that he'd left. He tries to think when he heard the door

latch, but Chuuya's words kept replaying in his head and drowning out all other sounds.

He's running before he realizes it; clambering down the fire escape, not caring about the way the metal creaks and clangs. He practically skids when he reaches Chuuya's floor and the bedroom

light flicks on.

He's panting, and the words he says aren't clear.

Chuuya is looking at him like he's lost his marbles, and Dazai is pretty sure he has.

I just want Dazai reaching into the room, grabbing Chuuya's shirt and dragging him in.

I just want Dazai on the fire escape, and Chuuya in his room, but their lips meeting somewhere in the middle.

The world feels like it stops, and Dazai takes a moment to relish it. He makes the decision then to never forget crisp night air laced with rain and sakura or or the

feeling of drowning in his first kiss.

It's a monumental moment, he thinks. It's when he realized this may have been the first, but it definitely wouldn't be the last.



Whew. I had no idea how to get from A to B with this thread, so I just wrote what I wanted RIP.