End credits
Dazai liked the Snow White movie, he didn’t know why, it was just about some girl and like seven short guys, like Chuuya; Chuuya should be a dwarf if they ever make a snow white live action.
That would be cool, but maybe not because Dazai would be snow white, and he doesn’t want to have to live with Chuuya. Maybe Blaise would be his prince one day, a little part of him hoped so.
Huddled up in the gang room, with a projector playing snow white, with popcorn and chocolates for all of them to eat, they were also huddled in sleeping bags with blankets and pillows; Snape said it was okay for them all to watch the movie.(Snape just didn’t know where in the school they were) it was fun, he wouldn’t say it out loud though.
Everyone started getting bored a little ways in, or they were tired, so they all started to go and lay down in their respective sleeping bags. Dazai didn’t really notice, he was too invested in the movie to care, besides Blaise was still watching with him.
Dazai rested his head on Blaise’s shoulder as they watched the movie. Dazai would look up at times to try and read the other boy’s expression, Blaise looked happy and calm; Which in turn made Dazai happy.
“Do you like the movie?” Dazai asked at one point, glancing at Blaise and then turning to look at the movie again.
“Yeah..It’s nice.” Blaise replied and looked down at Dazai, a tender smile on his face. “Is this your favorite movie?” Blaise questioned.
Dazai thinks for a little, “I think so, I don’t understand why, but I really like it.” He mumbles, he would think harder about it but thinking at the moment was tiring, and he didn’t want to tire himself out and miss out on this time he’s spending with Blaise.
“I get it, I don’t really know what my favorite movie is either.” Blaise hums as he mulls over Dazai’s response.
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The movies almost done right about now, Dazai could hear the soft breaths of everyone sleeping peacefully around him.
Dazai looked up at Blaise, he looked a little tired, Dazai was tired too, really tired in fact, but he couldn’t miss the end of the movie.
He focuses on the projection of the movie on the wall, fiddling with his fingers, the tips of them were still numb and his body would still twitch at times but it was much better now. His headaches were dull and almost nonexistent, since Snape was closely(extremely closely) monitoring his pain medicine intake; The potion’s professor was so worried about Dazai and anyone could see it when they looked at the man.
At some point Dazai’s eye became heavy he watched as the final scenes to Snow White played from the projection, he blinked a few times and stifled a yawn; he was happy he got to spend this precious time with the gang, even if they didn’t pay attention for the whole time. It wad the thought that mattered most to him.
He didn’t know who would try so hard to actually spend time with him, it made his heart warm.
Dazai slowly close his eye and nuzzled into Blaise’s shoulder as he heard the credits start, he could get used to this…
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Blaise looked down from the credits, he had heard Dazai yawn, and then he felt him snuggle closer to Blaise.
Blaise was happy that he was so close with Dazai, that Dazai trusts him somewhat, he likes being friend with Dazai and everyone in the gang.
Blaise watches Dazai as his breathing evens out, and Blaise grabs hold of one of his twitching hands. It hurt Blaise a lot to see Dazai’s hands twitch, because he knew what caused it and it broke his heart into little tiny pieces.
He rubbed his thumb over the bandaged boy’s palm, his hand was so cold as well, Dazai is always so cold. Blaise frowned at the thought and rested his chin on Dazai’s head.
“I’ll take care of you, and protect you.” Blaise thought to himself, if Dazai was a princess like snow white, then Blaise would be his prince, his knight in shining armor. He just, maybe wouldn’t be like the prince, kissing a sleeping woman is not great…
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Meanwhile, in Yokohama.
-Dear Mori Ougai, this letter has been sent to you by the hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Your child was recently incredibly ill, of his own doing and we would appreciate if you could monitor his full recovery for us here at the School of With craft and Wizardry, Hogwarts.
We do understand that you do not use magic, and we understand if you say no. Please respond to this letter as soon as possible, we understand that the distance between our two areas is great and will patiently await the arrival of your reply.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
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Mori chuckled as he put pen to paper, what had his little demon prodigy done now? He was so awfully worried about the boy, had he failed his mission?
He supposed the mission was still fine if anything it was just in a little rough spot because Osamu would obviously be monitored constantly currently, he should really respond to this letter now.
He taps his chin with his pen as he looks around his office, his eyes wandering the walls with pictures of random things that he didn’t bother to ask about.
He watched Elise as she scribbled on paper, drawing a bandaged figure next to another boy with darker skin; both the children dawned robes, but the bandaged one wore a crown and the other had a sword, How creative his Elise was.
He looks down at the paper and starts to write.
-I had no idea of this happening, and wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t been so kind as to write to me about it. I would gladly come to Hogwarts to make sure my child is okay, as I am a doctor and could probably be the best to help the boy out. I will be bringing my assistant along, because she happens to know this about medicine and is very helpful when it comes to medicine.
I will leave shortly, and hope I can do a good job.
Sincerely,
Dr. Mori Ougai.
“I suppose I should get to packing.” Mori thinks to himself as he stands from his chair, wrapping the letter around the filthy owl that brought it, he needs to wash his hands now, who nows how unsterile that creature is.
“Come Elise, we have a plane to catch, we’re going to see the demon prodigy.” Mori chirps gleefully, a grin spread across his face, he can’t wait to see his Osamu.
Elise looks up and puts down her red crayon, hopping up from where she was on the floor, “Ugh Rintarou why are you being so creepy? Wipe that ugly smile off your face, it’s annoying.” Elise says, scoffing and turning to walk to the door.
Mori hums and stops grinning, “You’re so mean to me Elise~” he whines and follows behind the blonde girl.
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A picture lays on the floor, two children, one donning a crown and the other a sword. There is blood at their feet and on their hands, what have those boys done?