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  1. Public Bookmark 64

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    “How’s the sky today?” Dazai asks, his thumb rubbing across Chuuya’s cheek in repetitive circles.

    “Dark,” Chuuya croaks, the word rough, his throat dry and hoarse.

    “How dark?” Dazai asks, brushing tangled curls from Chuuya’s forehead and tucking them behind his ear. Chuuya’s eyes shift toward the ceiling again, unfocused, as if the stupid flickering light he keeps meaning to replace is enough to keep him anchored, to keep him from sinking further. It's easier than meeting Dazai’s gaze at the very least. He doesn't want to see what's there, doesn't want to acknowledge the way Dazai’s worry is showing itself again. His skin crawls, prickling with discomfort.

    Dazai doesn’t let him look away for long. His grip on Chuuya’s face tightens, just a little and it still remains so, so ridiculously, patronizingly gentle, just enough to pull his attention back, to make him refocus on Dazai.

    “How dark, Chuuya?” 

    or ; wherein even chuuya sometimes stumbles and needs a hand to get back up again

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    25 Mar 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    Chuuya inhaled sharply. “Why didn’t you just say something?”

    A pause.

    Dazai let out a soft, breathless laugh.

    Chuuya’s grip tightened.

    “What’s so funny?”

    And the look in his eyes—

    It was something Chuuya had never seen before.

    Something quiet.

    Something exhausted.

    Something that looked like giving up.

    “…I did say something, Chuuya,” Dazai murmured, voice almost too soft to hear.

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    23 Mar 2025