Osamu Dazai X Reader: It Was A Silent Goodbye

Osamu Dazai wasn't the type of person to fiddle with his thumbs when he was nervous, practice his breathing exercises when he felt anxiety rise to his chest, or talk to himself when he needed advice. It may have been years, but Dazai has imagined this day once. He imagined himself not just with anyone, but with (Y/n), herself. He has been a fool in love with her all along.

Osamu and (Y/n) had finally learned to work together, laugh together, and trust one another. Now, they had learned to love one another. After today, their wedding day, they weren't going to caught up in problems that would pull them apart. They developed a love that was both freely accepted.

The wedding reception was designed to represent a garden party. Precisely one held in the bloom of cherry blossoms so that the petals would sprinkle down and give a snow-globe effect. Today's reception was arranged upon a day of bright-blue, yet cotton-white, cloudy skies. There was no doubt that love was in the air. It was running through everyone like electricity.

Osamu was dressed in an eggshell-white suit. Instead of wearing a necktie, he kept his bolo tie and wore loosely like always. Dazai looked handsome, and he received many compliments from his close friends and even enemies that attended the ceremony. The members of the Port Mafia were forced to come to the wedding. They were all seated on the bride's side of the aisle, while the agency was seated on Dazai's.

At the ends of those white chairs in the aisle, hung a cherry blossom flower ball. There were also light pink flower petals scattered down the white carpet in the division of where the guest sat. Overall, this wedding was white and elegant, just the way (Y/n)'s mother would have wanted her to have. This indeed was Mori's doing. He was the only guest that wasn't seated in the rows.

"You look just like your mother on her wedding day,"  Mori said. He wasn't dressed in his normal attire. He too was wearing a white suit, but it didn't match the style of the groom's. (Y/n) smiled as she twirled the loose strands of her (h/c) hair to have that curling effect. "Instead of marrying you, she married someone else. She thought she was pregnant with his baby rather than yours." It all made sense now, even if was still a shock. After all these years, it all clicked.

(Y/n) was gawking at herself in a large, rectangular mirror that hung on the wall within her hotel room. Across the street from where the reception was being held, stood a ten-story and fancy hotel. The wedding wasn't located in Yokohama. In fact, they were three hours away from their home city.

She rubbed her hands down the curves of her body her wedding dress fit perfectly around, even though she was now nearly nine months pregnant and it showed. This dress of hers was handmade and worn by her mother. It was a vintage type of wedding dress, but it made her look like royalty. It was an allover lace with the long sleeves only see-through. The dress had a sleek and silky texture and was surplice and bodice fit. It appealingly hugged her body. To make this look even more beautiful, it also had V-neckline, an open back, and a skirt slit.

Mori sighed. He was sitting on the sofa within her master suite she and Osamu booked for their Honeymoon night. They couldn't do much on this day, because the baby's due date was claimed to be less than a month from now. "I know. I wasn't going to change her mind though," he admitted. (Y/n) turned to him and the ends of her dressed swayed when she did so. "Why not? Didn't you love her?"

That question has been on (Y/n)'s mind for a while now. She waited for Mori to answer and rubbed her round belly after feeling her child gently kick just below her ribs. "I did. I loved her so much that I had to let her go. I wasn't going to be a great father to you," he confessed. (Y/n) smiled fit she didn't know how else to react. He loved her mother, and that was all she needed to know.

(Y/n) took a seat next to her father on the sofa. This hotel room had a layout like an apartment. All the rooms were separated rather than being all in one like most places had. "Can I ask you something?" There was another topic (Y/n) wanted to discuss with Mori. One that she's been wanting to know the day she left the mafia. "Anything," he smiled. He placed a hand on his daughter's and admired the engagement ring she had forgotten to take off.