Caused Me to Fall at Nineteen Grams

Prologue When Dazai Osamu met Nakahara Chuuya for the first time, the other party was fighting. It was no ordinary street fight. Chuuya stood alone in front of an abandoned warehouse in Yokohama Port. Opposite him were seven men holding weapons, and he didn't even use his powers. The sound of the fist hitting the penis was thick and clear, and the crisp sound of bones colliding echoed in the empty dock. Chuuya's movements were not sloppy, and every blow landed precisely on the opponent's most vulnerable spot, as if he was completing an ordinary job. Dazai stood on the container in the distance, his hands in his coat pockets, and he tilted his head and looked at it for a while. "Ah, how boring." He muttered to himself, his voice carried away by the sea breeze. But for some reason, he didn't leave immediately. He watched the short boy knock the last person to the ground, watched the other person flick his wrist, and watched the blue eyes shining with an almost cold light in the dim light. At that moment, a subtle and indescribable emotion suddenly arose in Dazai's heart. Not interested. He said to himself. Definitely not an interest. Chuuya raised his head, as if he felt that line of sight. He narrowed his eyes and looked in Dazai's direction. "Who are you?" The voice was lower than Dazai expected, with the peculiar hoarseness and impatience of a young man. Dazai didn't answer, just smiled. That smile looked a little false and a little meaningful in the moonlight. Chuuya frowned, turned and left. Dazai stared at his back and stood for a long time. It was the winter when they were fifteen. It was still three months since they were paired as "double blacks", two years since the war that changed everything, and still more since they first truly understood each other - if they ever understood each other at all. Dazai would occasionally recall what happened later. Memory is like paper soaked in water. Some parts are extremely clear, while other parts are so blurry that only outlines remain. He remembered the way Chuuya's eyebrows raised every time he got angry, the way the other person's voice rose slightly when he called him "bastard Dazai", and the way Chuuya looked attentive and pious when he was sitting on a bar stool drinking red wine. But he couldn't remember when he started to care about these details. Maybe it was that night. Maybe earlier. Maybe it will never start. Osamu Dazai is good at everything except admitting what he cares about. Zhongyuan Zhongya is good at everything except expressing what he cares about. Such two people were bound together by fate, and it was a slow disaster from the beginning. But they still have many chapters to go before it becomes a disaster Intention: I would like to call you my partner