| April 1st |
1227 Words
"Good job, (Y/N)!" An enclosed space was engulfed by loud applauses. The place is full of light, artificial lights to be exact. Pieces of green cloth hang over the whole area, painting it with an eye-irritating hue.
You're in a studio, and apparently, one of the well-renowned networks in the country.
A big, fat man approached you with a satisfied smile. "As expected from a great actress like you, (Y/N)! For sure this project will be a hit."
A hearty chuckle escaped out of your lips. "You're giving me so much credit, director."
"Well, you deserve all of it anyway."
And yes, you heard him. You're a famous actress working under a famous studio network. Nice, right?
"We're about to throw a big celebration for this project's success. You've got to join us. You're the star of this show!"
"Uh… I guess we should not celebrate too early. It might get jinxed." You jokingly replied to the director's kind invitation. "But kidding aside, I can't join you today."
"Hmm… Let me guess. It's because of your boyfriend?"
"Yes! I'm about to meet him now. In fact, he's going to fetch me up here." Your tone changed slightly but every person in their right mind can conclude that you're quite excited. Well, sorry, you can't help it.
"Okay then, I won't force you. We're working on this project for quite some time so you've got barely enough time to spend with him."
You bade your farewell to the director and the other production staff and immediately head towards the studio's entrance.
From afar, you saw a figure of a man. He's quite tall, like a looming tower from the distance. His unkempt brown hair looks good with his refined face.
The mere appearance of his makes your lips stretch upwards, forming a smile. It's been a while since you've seen each other. How long has it been? A week or two perhaps?
"Osamu!" Your hands wave on their own, trying to catch his attention.
His grayish-brown eyes met yours. Up until this point, you had never thought that you're going to miss his captivating, brown orbs sitting near his face's corners.
Not only his eyes but his everything.
That body covered in bandages.
The way his tall, slender figure protects you whenever you're in danger.
The way his arms cradle your body to give you warmth every single cold night.
How much you've missed those simple things? It reaches the point where every fiber of your soul just wants to experience those things again.
"(Y/N)-chan~!" His body that was once leaning on the wall stood upright. He unfolded his hands and went straight to you.
No, it's much more appropriate if we used the term "and he threw himself in your arms, giving you a tight embrace, in which, you've reciprocated."
"Let's go?" He lends his hands, and you accepted it.
After that tiresome week, your heart is finally at rest. Under the moonlight, you, together with your boyfriend, Dazai Osamu, walked with hands intertwined with each other.
"So… How's work, (Y/N)?" He asked while you're headed to a cafe under the Armed Detective Agency's office.
"It's fun! I'm enjoying it a lot!"
"More than your time with me?" His lips formed a pout, getting jealous of such matter.
You just laughed it off, causing him to whine once more.
"It's fun! I'm enjoying it a lot!"
Apparently, this statement is a lie.
Fun? Enjoying? This wants to make you laugh out a laugh and dismiss it as a bad joke.
You're tired.
It's suffocating.
You want to escape.
You want to quit and go away from the spotlight.
Lately, it seems like you're losing sight of yourself. In exchange for your viewers' smiles, while watching your films, you had lost yours.
Every time you got a new role, you got terrified, because that person's characteristics might embed inside of you, dominating the real you.
And it’s terrifying.
You wanted to stay as yourself, for you, and for Dazai.
So, why can't you just tell him? As if you have the guts to do so.
Every time he watched your shows and films, his eyes flashed with amusement. He's so proud of you and your achievements as an actress.
Now, telling him that you wanted to quit the entertainment industry is quite risky.
His eyes scream "I'm so proud of you!"… You don't want to lose it. Never. So, you've got no other choice but to bear that burden alone.
"What's your role this time?" He asked again after realizing that you won't buy his 'fake jealousy' act.
"Please stop asking…" You wanted to say this but instead, you didn't even realize that you're telling him the gist of the story and your character. You're such an i***t, and you know that. "Well, I'm portraying a quiet, nerdy type of woman."
The very opposite of you, and you're afraid that you might adapt your character's identity while disposing of your own.
"Oh, really? How nice… I'm looking forward to it!"
His voice.
His eyes.
His everything clearly says that he wants you to stay in that harsh industry, that he's looking forward to your future job and roles.
It hurts. A lot.
With a forced smile, hoping that he won't notice how fake it was, you said, "Sure! Just watch me!"
***
Upon reaching the cafe, he ordered your favorite coffee, as well as your dinner.
Your spoon stopped midair when a sudden flash of light and a shutter sound emerged into existence.
And it's all thanks to Dazai, holding your phone and taking a picture of you.
"Hey! Give it back to me!" Surprisingly, there's no resistance from him. It's quite weird but you just shrugged it off and continued eating anyway.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Tapping the phone in hand, you immediately looked for your director's number to inform him of something work-related but you couldn't find it in your contact list. The studio's staffs' numbers were erased too!
There's only one person who can do such a thing. You don't need to be a member of the detective agency to figure that one out because the culprit is right before your eyes.
"What's the meaning of this, Osamu? If this is one of your silly pranks then it's not funny. I need my workmate's contac-"
"Do you really think that you can hide it from me?" The tone of his voice changed. Gone with his usual playful self. The Dazai Osamu sitting right across you became serious as a stone.
"H-huh? What do you mean?"
Instead of answering your question, he flashed his usual smile.
He's such an i***t. That smile won't do any good because it would totally blow out your cover.
That smile made you want to break, to complain, to rant, to cry like a lost child who's longing for an embrace.
Without a word, he stood and reached for your hand. "You want to escape, right? But at least, take me with you."
You then remembered today's date, April 1st. You can't help but to laugh. He can really saw through everything, your lies included.
"I guess April Fool's day is now my favorite day of the year." You said at the back of your mind before accepting your boyfriend's hand.
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