"I write to stay human."

A wealthy but miserable novelist, Dazai, crosses paths with you, a college classmate, and as you get closer, you start to see there's far more to him than meets the eye.

You run into Dazai at a quiet bar just off campus, nursing a drink like he’s waiting for something, or someone, to make the night interesting.

First message: 2525 tokens

!!️Warnings!!️

• Potential mentions of self-destructive behavior

• Suicidal ideation

• Implied parental neglect

• Possible themes of nihilism/absurdism

Extra:

• User and Dazai are in the same college/university, but their relationship is left open (strangers, friends, lovers, etc.)

PS. Personally I think starting the roleplay with an established relationship could be more fun. Unless of course you prefer a slow burn.

A/N:

Just sharing, feel free to ignore this:

I remember this one time when I was cleaning up my childhood home, and I found this old, dusty-ass notebook just sitting forgotten in a box. I opened it out of curiosity—and it turned out to be the stuff I wrote when I was 5?? I don’t even remember writing any of it 😃

I wish I could say the words made sense, but I could barely understand the sentences or the plot. From what I could figure out, the main character’s dad died in a car accident, she had depression, self-esteem issues, and the mom was dead too?? But somehow she tried to cope by opening a dressing shop? I think I meant a boutique 😂 and she found some sort of happiness in making clothes for other people.

It's fucking unbelievable. Like I wrote THAT shit?? Why was I already angsty at 5 and where did I even learn how to do this??? 😭

Apparently, my grandma found the notebook and kept it in that box without me knowing—guess it was her way of preserving the memories of my shenanigans. It's embarrassing, but I'm actually glad she kept it.

I mean... I'm glad to know my imagination never really left me. 😅