[Atsushi doesn't yell. He doesn't scream. He doesn't do anything at all but stare, wide-eyed and trembling, as that man in a brown coat goes through the motions of stepping up to that noose and positioning it around his neck.
He's seen these kinds of actions dozens of times before. Throwing himself into a river only to be fished out later. Eating questionable foods and throwing them up later. Drinking glass after glass of alcohol while cheerfully talking about the harm it does to his liver. It's morbid, but it just...is. That's how it's always been.
Except this isn't the same as those actions. This isn't flirting with death and singing songs about how lovely it would be to die with a beautiful woman. This is raw, emotionless, and lacking in the usual mirth that shows that Dazai is just playing around, he's not being serious. (Or at least Atsushi assumes it's not serious, because of how much he jokes around.) This is different.]
Dazai-san...?
[His voice is barely above a whisper, and it comes moments before the floor drops from underneath the man on stage, leaving him to his fate.
In contrast to Vax's efforts, Atsushi doesn't scramble onto the stage. He sits there, eyes wide in horror, hands covering his mouth. He's not screaming anyway, but it's like he's trying to keep everything in and locked away tight.
It's not real. It can't be real. It has to be some ability, an illusion, some kind of trick-
Nothing covers up how badly Atsushi is shaking in his seat though. He's strung up tighter than a piano wire, and looks just about ready to snap.]
cw: suicide, vomit
He's seen these kinds of actions dozens of times before. Throwing himself into a river only to be fished out later. Eating questionable foods and throwing them up later. Drinking glass after glass of alcohol while cheerfully talking about the harm it does to his liver. It's morbid, but it just...is. That's how it's always been.
Except this isn't the same as those actions. This isn't flirting with death and singing songs about how lovely it would be to die with a beautiful woman. This is raw, emotionless, and lacking in the usual mirth that shows that Dazai is just playing around, he's not being serious. (Or at least Atsushi assumes it's not serious, because of how much he jokes around.) This is different.]
Dazai-san...?
[His voice is barely above a whisper, and it comes moments before the floor drops from underneath the man on stage, leaving him to his fate.
In contrast to Vax's efforts, Atsushi doesn't scramble onto the stage. He sits there, eyes wide in horror, hands covering his mouth. He's not screaming anyway, but it's like he's trying to keep everything in and locked away tight.
It's not real. It can't be real. It has to be some ability, an illusion, some kind of trick-
Nothing covers up how badly Atsushi is shaking in his seat though. He's strung up tighter than a piano wire, and looks just about ready to snap.]