Blurb:
How many times has this happened now? I've lost count...
Why, why do I keep holding on?
I already know the answer all too well.
Edogawa Ranpo... can never be the salvation of the man named Dazai Osamu.
The boy with emerald-green eyes curls up in the corner. Those beautiful eyes gradually cloud over.
Something beneath his clothes seems to bulge slightly.
He strokes the [ ] in his hand.
'It's time to end this...'
'This time, it'll work.'
But...
'...President, Ranpo really misses you. He misses everyone at the Agency, too.'
'I want to eat... some dagashi.'
Warning! This story contains original headcanons!
1. Characters may be out of character, especially Ranpo!
2. This is my first time writing, so please point out anything I could improve. I'm terrible at writing blurbs, so please don't skip the story because of this one.
3. If this style isn't for you, please leave quietly. Don't post anything inappropriate in the comments.
4. No trolling or unsolicited writing advice.
5. I'm writing this for love, so the logic may be... well, that's up to your personal taste.
6. I'm really a Ranpo and Dazai fan!! I won't put them through too much angst... ahem, probably.
Theme: Helping one another
