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You sit precariously on an aging tree branch, your feet dangling down, rushing river water just below it. The river roars past you, the only sound you can hear. You hum an old tune, barely heard over the water, tracing your hand over the age-old tree's thick bark which, you imagine, has been here for centuries. The white buds dotted along the branches are minuscule, tracing along the tree. They should've bloomed by now, beautiful white magnolia flowers anyone can spot, spreading across the tree and covering it like a cloak of protection. Instead, the cold weather has it pulling back, hesitating to burst into bloom. The buds seem to wither as

Pairing: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi Warning: mentions of self-harm?? Discalimer: these aren't my children *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency knew why Dazai had bandages wrapped around his arms and neck. They all knew, due to his spontaneous suicidal plans and the dark thoughts he seemed to have. Everyone, it seemed, but Atsushi. It was one windy Saturday evening, where Atsushi had been paired with Dazai for a case. They were in Dazai's apartment, staying in his small bedroom, which featured empty bookshelves and a messy bed. Dazai was currently on that bed, listening to music from his headphones as he h

Disclaimer: these aren't my children ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Hinata Shouyo doesn't know a lot about love. Yes, he knows about familial love, the love he feels for his little sister and his mother. He knows about friendship, and the love he feels for his friends. But romantic love? There, Hinata knows absolutely nothing. But Hinata finds himself in bed one afternoon, thinking about love. It's about a classmate of his, a girl who was raving on excitedly about her boyfriend who she absolutely adores and love. So Hinata starts thinking about the meaning of love, and the next day he's found in his classroom asking his friends about w