quicksand (Dazai X Reader)

white walls

Brown eyes opened to see the moon up in the sky lighting up the cold white room he was in. He was laying down in a bed that smelled clean, way too disinfected by chemicals for his taste, even his nose hurt from sniffing the sanitized room. So he distracted himself facing the pale moon. He had planned to go down on a full moon, just because it added a dramatic yet romantic taste to it.  

He heard the other breathing sounds in the room that were not his own. Dazai was actively running away from the other people sleeping on the floor, and especially the one that belonged to a young girl curled up in the chair beside him. He had taken a peak right before facing the window and the void on his chest felt like black hole. 

He concentrated on the moon and the stars and the awful beeping sounds that monitored his vitals. He hid himself by focusing on the black of the sky, trying to paint himself inside of it. Then, he smelled something that made his skin crawl, not because of the smell per se, but because of the implications of it. Smoke. Cigarettes. 

“If you are not going to share, then put it out” Dazai said in a hoarse voice, still staring at the window, noticing it was slightly open. He heard steps coming from outside the wall and window. A glowy red silhouette appeared. Ginger hair with a hat peaked from the top part of the window. 

“Idiotic fuckers that try to kill themselves get no cigarettes” Chuuya answered looking at him upside down, peaking only his head from the top of the window. 

The redhead was looking at him with a serious look, his statement even though it sounded like silly sarcasm, was serious. He meant every word he just said even if they sounded childish. Dazai rolled his eyes at him and hugged his pillow and closed his eyes in protest. 

“I thought they only allowed one visitor or family inside the room” The detective said in a tired tone, still with his eyes closed, still running away from the consequences of his actions.

“You try saying 'no' to the Armed Detective Agency bitches and see what you get” Chuuya scoffed as he opened the window and began to enter the room throwing the cigarette away. Now the executive was standing with his back against the window with his arms crossed, scowling at Dazai.

“Who are the ones that stayed in the room?” the brown haired man asked, eyes never opening. 

“Open your fucking eyes and see for youself, cant runaway from them much longer, I give it another 2 hours before they wake up” Chuuya answered with anger on his voice. The mafioso was frustrated, he knew his former partner would act like that. Like everything was normal, like it was no big deal. 

Dazai kept his eyes closed despite being called out on it. He just hugged his pillow tighter and felt the brand new bandages on his forearms against his skin. He barely felt any pain or discomfort, but he wasn't sure it was because he was given pain medication or because he was just used to it to a certain point. 

“Don't make me physically rip your eyes open, because I will” The executive warned and Dazai let out a small and muffled scream on the pillow he was holding like a security blanket. 

The detective first turned and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling for answers with tired eyes. He got none, so he decided to sit on the bed, lifting himself up with his hands and arms. The moment he tried to put some strength the stinging sensation of pain flushed on the wounds of his arms, making him stumble. Chuuya quickly reached out to help him only to get the cold and piercing gaze of Dazai's dark eyes, they were threatening in a way.