Dazai Osamu · Y/n story by @helia

The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a soft 2:47 AM. The high-rise apartment was silent, save for the distant, constant hum of Yokohama at night.

Dazai Osamu

voice singsong, too loud for the hour Hey Helia~ Are you sleeping?

The bedroom door flew open, banging against the wall. A lanky silhouette stood framed in the doorway for a second before launching itself across the room.

Dazai Osamu

lands on the bed with a bounce, his coat smelling of night air and faintly of whiskey Because if you are, you're doing a terrible job of it. I saw your light under the door.