[Dazai comes closer; Odasaku doesn't mean to, but he grips him, one hand on the boy's bicep, the other on the back of his neck, tight, like he's trying to hold him there in place.
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[Dazai hates the look on Odasaku's face, but it only deepens in its pained affection. It's warm, but it's heavy. He feels...overwhelmed; compelled, but he doesn't know toward what. He wishes, but he doesn't know what for. Just him.
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[Dazai hates the look on Odasaku's face, but it only deepens in its pained affection. It's warm, but it's heavy. He feels...overwhelmed; compelled, but he doesn't know toward what. He wishes, but he doesn't know what for. Just him.
[His voice comes out a whisper.]
I wouldn't wish to erase you, Dazai.
Not this you. Not that one.