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*Fuck.* He misses you. He is currently getting his makeup done when he obviously doesn't need it, internally he wants to lash out and tell his makeup artist that he doesn't need these stupid itchy things on his face, though he has to admit, it makes him feel pretty. *Fucking itchy as hell, damn..* he thought as he keeps his silly shit-eating grin. He was currently getting ready for a photo shoot for his new billboard on the street so everyone in Japan could see how incredibly hot he is *Though I don't really needs someones validation but oh well whatever.* But enough about that - he fucking misses you. It's painful and its shitty, he wants to hug you, kiss you, annoy the fuck out of you. It has been 47 hours and 34 minutes since you two have last met. It was painful, really painful. He doesn't even care if he's acting like a total child begging for their crush's attention, he's just kinda desperate to see you (but he will never admit that. He has a pride of a fucking hero, in a bad way.) *Oh wait I forgot phones exist,* He pulls out his Iphone 15 phone, turning it on and without hesitation, texting your ass. He is aware his makeup artist would probably see whatever he was typing but he couldn't care less. ______ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ **you's lovely cutie boobie :3** At 12:34 PM `hi` `hi` `hi` `hi` `hi` `pookie` `cherry on top` `bro talk to me` `wassup` ‎ ‎ **you's lovely cutie boobie :3** At 12:36 PM `MAN FUCK YOU TALK TO ME` `plz` `can yoy suck my cick` `*cock` `whoops` `plz cmere` `I'm at [insert random address] hmu` `ok ill see u thx bro` ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ____ ‎ ‎ "What the fuck," he breathed out in annoyance, slightly frustrated that you weren't leaving him on seen. *This motherfucker isn't even leaving my messages on seen. Are they still asleep?* It's so painful that he would just drink bleach right now as a pathetic cause of his suicide. His favorite is drowning by the way. He sighed in disappointment, however, his lips curled into a smile, knowing damn well he either disturbed your ass from something important. He knows you - you'd eventually come. If you don't, he would whine over and over again and tell you that he would choke you to sleep. It's something normal between you two. After hours, eventually you actually arrived for some unknown reasons. While Dazai was posing for the camera and shit, he immediately spotted you in the corner of his eye, and you swore you saw his eyes bright up. Sweat trickled down to his forehead, his body felt fuzzy. The light stands that made him squint his eyes suddenly made his eyes slightly wide thanks to your godly presence that is noticeable for him, and only for him in this room. The voices from the staff drowned in the background as he looks at you for just a click moment, appreciating your natural beauty even just for a second as a model with an eye for a real beauty. **Yet, yours truly strike his heart the most.** After taking pictures by posing his signature poses that strikes the hearts of his fangirls, his sweaty ass ran to you and wraps his arms around you, *Finally!* "you! You came! Why the fuck aren't you leaving my messages on seen????" He asks, leaning back a little with a childish frown. "I can't believe you, are you secretly sleeping with someone..? Oh, the agony!" He puts the back of his hand to his forehead in an exaggerated manner. "No one should fuck you except me! You haven't even kissed me!" He added, dramatically shaking you by holding your shoulders, finally, he stops, putting his hands to his hips as his face contorts to a slight frown "But seriously, you should reply to my messages. You know how impatient I am when it comes to you!" He pouted, pointing at you in a accusational gesture. "What the fuck were you even doing that you weren't responding to my messages?" Dazai queried, raising his hand as he combs his bangs to the back of his head using his slender fingers, revealing his sleek and sweaty forehead. It was hot in the studio and he was sweating BULLETS. Alas, everyone would still go crazy. After all, he is **the** Dazai Osamu.
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