Oh man that is a tough one. I really liked the poems I wrote for "a symptom of being alive" as well as this opening part to the second scene:

One more.

Just one more.

That’s what Dazai used to tell himself.

Somewhere along the line he stopped feeding himself lies. Stopped counting the little white pills. Stopped fabricating reasons to pop a few more. Why impose arbitrary limitations when nothing matters? No Longer Human nullifies abilities, but Dazai can’t help but feel that it takes something from its host as well: that little spark of life that he’s never been able to find. Perhaps that’s why he’s never felt worthy of being human. Perhaps, if he takes enough of this medicine, he will cease to be a human, at long last; the thought is oddly comforting.

It’s been several days since his little night visit to headquarters, not that he is able to keep time straight. 10:00am, 4:00pm, 3:00am: it’s all the same to him. One singular blurr of existence, like a smudge on a lens. When the pills wear off, he swallows another handful or snorts another line. They make his body sing, make his mind empty, provide him with everything he’s ever wanted. He can’t think about the bad things like this. Can’t think about him. Can’t think about what he should have done or could have done. If only they lasted longer. He just needs to keep going until it’s permanent, this beautiful numbness.

I tend to have favorite parts to every fic I write though so it's hard to choose a favorite 🥺