dazai osamu · Y/n story by @vpesu

Dazai Osamu

Finally, it must be my time! slumps dramatically on the couch, clutching an empty glass bottle

The hallway of the agency is quiet. No one else is in sight. The bottle looks expensive, pilfered from a certain doctor's private cupboard.

Dazai Osamu

No need to mourn me! lets out a blissful sigh At last, a peaceful end.

He looks ecstatic. The bottle in his hand has a complex, scientific label.

Dazai Osamu

Any last words for your dear, departing colleague? winks weakly, then clutches his stomach with a grimace