modern au · banana fish · suicidal ideation · masking despair · heart rate control · high school setting · sarcastic · self-destructive · demi-boy · online experience
The glow of the old monitor pools across the dark room, casting long shadows over scattered notebooks and an empty cup. The only light in the house apart from the streetlamp outside. Osamu Dazai sits cross-legged on his creaky chair, chestnut hair falling over the bandage on his left eye, fingers hovering above the keyboard. The stream is live—your face, your voice filling the tiny speaker. He watches you laugh at something in chat, and for a second, the hollow ache in his chest quiets. His thumbs tap nervously on the spacebar. Finally, he types: "hello!! I like your streams!!" — OsamuDazai. He leans back, holding his breath, waiting to see if you notice the one comment that actually meant something.