"No Longer Human"
What an odd phrase. To Dazai Osamu, it held a sense of irony, as if suggesting that he was ever human in the first place.
But alas, he was not. Simply living among them, but yet something else entirely. A wanderer wishing for a single moment of understanding of human nature, but yet fearing what the understanding would bring.
A man, although he could not be called such by his own accord, who must tuck away all shadows of his true self, and mimic the ways of human society, living as a normal human might, but yet not living at all.
And to an outsider, he may have seemed normal, although perhaps more eccentric than most. It was a mask, a facade he wore, daily striving to keep it from falling apart. He perfected the role of the social misfit, but yet inside he knew there was nothing social about him.
And yet, one thing that the mystery named Dazai Osamu did somewhat understand of human nature was their desperate wish to live. He understood the sentiment, but did not share it. Humans begged for life, but yet he did not.
To Dazai Osamu, "No Longer Human" was the irony of his life, and his saving grace.
A/N: This is my first time writing A BSD fanfic, although I suppose it's more of a character analysis? Either way I hope you like it!