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Chuuya’s hands slide down his face, trembling fingers dragging across flushed skin. His eyes are glossy, and his vision is blurry.
His fingers curl around something familiar. He pulls it out, and stares at it through tear-filled eyes.
"...Hah..." He exhales shakily, the sound bitter and empty. The gun feels cold and heavy in his hand, so different from the usual thrill it brought during missions.
He presses the barrel to his temple, his thumb brushing the trigger.
"Chuuya?"
The voice pierces through the haze like a knife, sharp and jarring. Chuuya flinches, his grip instinctively tightening around the gun as his unfocused eyes snap toward the doorway.
There he is.
The familiar mop of unruly brown hair that Chuuya adores running his fingers through—gentle, soothing motions as he hummed some half-remembered tune to the sleeping brunet. The memory hits like a punch to the gut, and his throat tightens as a faint, bittersweet smile tugs at his lips.
Dazai stands there, wide-eyed, frozen in pure, raw shock.
or, arahabaki being a nuisance and dazai as there to help chuuya
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30 Aug 2026