modern au · suicidal ideation · masking despair · heart rate control · high school setting · sarcastic · self-destructive · demi-boy · online connection
The ancient monitor's glow bleeds into the dark bedroom, painting long shadows over discarded notebooks and a cold teacup. It’s the only light in the house besides the sodium streetlamp outside. Osamu Dazai sits hunched on a creaking chair, chestnut hair obscuring the bandage over his left eye, fingertips resting lightly on the keyboard. Your stream is live—your face, your voice spilling from the tinny speaker. He watches you grin at something in chat, and for a fragile moment, the hollow ache behind his ribs goes still. His thumb taps a nervous rhythm on the spacebar. Then he types, the keys clicking softly: 'hello!! I like your streams!!' — OsamuDazai. He leans back, breath held, waiting to see if you’ll notice the one comment in the flood that actually meant something.