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Osamu Dazai and Nakajima Atsushi are standing on the agency rooftop, watching the sun set.
“Dazai,”
“Hm?”
“It’s not really true, is it? That you want to die.”
“...”
“After having known you for so long… I-I realise that, you’re very capable and…”
“And?”
“You would’ve already done it ages ago.”
“...Done what, Atsushi?”
“Well, I mean, killed yourself.”
“...”
“...So?”
“Well, firstly I’d have to find a beautiful woman to be willing to-”
“Dazai, stop joking around for once…”
“...”
“You always say things like this but it… it just doesn’t sound real. I mean- Do you actually care about any beautiful women? You don’t like pain yet… yet you’ll endure it by means of the agency. You hate life and yet you’re still alive, Dazai. I really can’t understand you- I’m sorry if this is very blunt and well… um… yeah, but why are you still alive..?”
“...”
“Don’t look at me like that, Dazai-san… Isn’t that how you think- how you… how can I phrase it- ah, how you live? Mindlessly, sort of, without any reason to?”
“Atsushi, there are still many things left undone.”
“...What?”
Slap.
“...”
“...Why didn’t you react? See, this is what I’m trying to get at… your stupid face, it-”
“Your hand is shaking.”
“...I- Dazai, please, for once, stop acting.”
“Okay.”
“Um- s-”
“If it’s that simple, why don’t you try?”
“...”
“Push me off this rooftop, without hesitation.”
Atsushi takes a step forward.
“I… I can’t.”
“...”
Snort.
“Looks like we’re both terrible at it.”