Nothing Is Impossible || Soukoku

This is the first day of my life 

Akutagawa lent his favorite sweater to Chuuya on a chilly autumn day. They had been working on an art project together, huddled in the cozy corner of the studio, surrounded by the faint scent of paint and the soft hum of creativity in the air.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, Chuuya bid goodbye to Akutagawa and headed home. He didn't realize until he was in his room that he still had Akutagawa's sweater. Chuckling at his forgetfulness, Chuuya decided to return it the next day.

However, as he took off the sweater, he noticed something tucked into the pocket. It was Akuatagawa's iPod, a sleek device filled with music that Chuuya had often teased him about. Out of curiosity, Chuuya powered it on and browsed through the playlists.

To his surprise, there was a playlist titled "Chuuya." Intrigued, Chuuya selected it and let the music fill the room. The first song that played was "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane, a nostalgic tune that brought back memories of late nights spent talking about their dreams and aspirations.

As Chuuya listened, he couldn't help but smile at the thoughtfulness of Akutagawa. Each song seemed to reflect a different facet of their friendship, from upbeat tracks like "Shut up and Dance" by Walk the Moon to more introspective melodies like "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver.

Lost in the music, Chuuya didn't realize how much time had passed until his phone buzzed with a message from Akutagawa. It read, "Forgot something?" followed by a winking emoji.

Chuckling to himself, Chuuya replied, "Maybe I just wanted an excuse to listen to your playlist."

Akutagawa's response was swift, "And? What do you think?"

"It's perfect," Chuuya typed back, a warmth spreading through him as he listened to the next song the playlist, "Yellow" by Coldplay.

As the night deepened, Chuuya found himself drawn into the music, each song thread weaving through the tapestry of their friendship. There were moments of laughter, shared secrets, and unspoken feelings that seemed to echo in the lyrics and melodies.

It was past midnight when Chuuya finally decided to call it a night. He carefully placed the iPod back in the pocket of Akutagawa's sweater, making a mental note to return it the next day along with a heartfelt thank you for the thoughtful playlist.

The following morning, Chuuya arrived at the art studio early, eager to see Akutagawa and return his belongings. He found Akutagawa already there, engrossed in sketchbook, his expression focused yet serene.

"Hey," Chuuya greeted, holding out the sweater and iPod. "Thanks for lending these to me. And for the playlist, it's really amazing."

Akutagawa looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes before a small smile tugged at his lips. "Glad you liked it. Thought it might cheer you up since you love music."

Chuuya nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for having such a thoughtful friend. "Listen, there is something I want to talk to you about."

"Sure, what is it?" Akutagawa asked, setting aside his sketchbook and Chuuya his full attention.

Taking a deep breath, Chuuya decided to be honest. I have been thinking a lot lately, about us and our friendship. And... I realized that I have feelings for you, Akutagawa."

The air seemed to still as Chuuya's confession hung between them. Akutagawa's expression softened, a mix of surprise and something deeper flickering in his eyes. "Chuuya, I..."

Before Akutagawa could respond, the studio door burst open, and their classmates flooded in, chattering excitedly about the day's project. The moment of vulnerability between Chuuya and Akutagawa was momentarily forgotten as they joined the group, diving into discussion about art and creativity.

Throughout the day, Chuuya couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with apprehension. He wondered how Akutagawa would respond to his confession once they had a moment alone again. 

As evening approached and the class began to winding down, Akutagawa approached Chuuya, a determined look on his face. "Can we talk outside for a bit?"

Nodding, Chuuya followed Akutagawa out into cool evening air. They walked in silence for a while, the sounds of the city a gentle backdrop to their thoughts.

Finally, Akutagawa spoke. "Chuuya, I didn't get a chance to say this earlier, but... I feel the same way."

Chuuya's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Akutagawa, his eyes wide with surprise and joy. "You do?"

Akutagawa nodded, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I have been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I wasn't sure how you would react."

Unable to contain his happiness, Chuuya pulled Akutagawa into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you feel the same way. This is... Amazing."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of unspoken words finally lifted. In the background, the faint strains of "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley played from a nearby café, adding to the magic of the moment.

It was a bright Monday morning when Atsushi and Dazai met up at their favorite spot in the university library. The smell of old books and faint hum of studying filled the air. Atsushi sat at their usual table, nervously tapping a pen against their notebook. Dazai strolled in with his trademark nonchalant smile, his long black coat swaying behind him.

"Good morning, Atsushi," Dazai greeted, sliding into the seat opposite Atsushi. "You look deep in thought. What's on your mind?"

Atsushi glanced up, their expression a mixture of anxiety and uncertainty. "Oh, it's nothing, really. Just some doubts about my writing assignment for Professor Kaneda's class."

Dazai leaned back, folding his arms casually. "Ah, the dreaded writer's block. Trust me, I have been there more times than I care to admit. Maybe I can help. What's your assignment about?"

Atsushi sighed, pushing their notebook towards Dazai. "It's a character analysis of Hamlet from Shakespeare's play. I know the material, but I can't seem to find a unique angle to approach it."

Dazai scanned the notes scribbled on the page, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Hamlet, huh? A timeless character full of complexities. Have you considered exploring his internal conflict through a modern lens? Maybe relate it to societal pressures or personal struggles we face today."

Atsushi's eyes lit up with a spark of interest. "That's actually a fresh perspective. I hadn't thought of that. Thanks, Dazai!"

Dazai chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Think nothing of it, my dear Atsushi. Literature is all about interpretation and imagination. Now, let's take a break from academia. How about we grab lunch at that new café downtown?"

Atsushi nodded eagerly, relieved to have a momentary escape from his academic worries. As they walked out of the library together, the sun warmed their skin, and the city bustled with life around them. Dazai regaled Atsushi with witty anecdotes and playful banter, lifting his spirit with infectious charm. 

They settled into cozy corner of the café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft chatter of other patrons. Atsushi sipped his latte, feeling a sense of wash over him in Dazai's company.

"You know, Atsushi," Dazai began, his gaze contemplative. "I have always admired your dedication to your studies. Despite your occasional doubts, you never give up. It takes courage to pursue your passion, especially in the face of uncertainty.

Atsushi blushed, flattered by Dazai's words. "Thank you, Dazai. Sometimes I wonder if I'm on the right path, if I will ever truly succeed."

Dazai leaned forward, his eyes gentle yet earnest. "Success is subjective, Atsushi. It's not just about achieving fame or recognition. It's about finding fulfillment in what you love, about growing and evolving as a person and a writer. You have a unique voice, a perspective that only you can offer. Embrace it, and don't let doubt dim your light."

Atsushi felt a surge of determination welling up inside them. "You are right, Dazai. I won't let fear hold me back anymore. I will write from my heart and trust in my abilities."

Dazai grinned, raising his coffee cup in a mock toast. "To courage, creativity, and the adventures yet to come."

They clinked their cups together, laughter dancing in their eyes.