Linking my first ao3 fic for you all Odango angst, basically Ango explores his grief one morning as he gets used to life without Oda archiveofourown.org/works/59377015
Damn this one got me 😭😭
The only thing BEAST!Chuuya likes about Dazai that he is willing to admit aloud is the way he ties his tie in the morning. The tightness of the knot is neat, tidy, and always symmetrical. Nothing made his blood run cold like seeing that same tie disheveled at the coroner's office.
"I hate your pain." This was a soft murmur that Chuuya heard Dazai say after using Corruption. A quiet, angry muse as he propped Chuuya up against a tree to let him finally rest. Chuuya lost consciousness soon after... but that was the clearest "I love you" he'd ever heard.
