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Dazai's breath hitched in horror, his pulse picking up its pace at an alarming speed as he ran, trying to catch the culprit behind the destruction; to touch him and bring him back to the state of consciousness.
He avoided the creaking ground and the falling rubbles just barely, his agility went down by a notch thanks to his panic.
No, no, no.
Dazai ran, hoping that he'd spot the familiar redhead and when he did, he didn't breathe out of relief. Red was already covering every inch of his body, coughing up blood every so often as his body moved not upon his command; throwing balls of gravity every and anywhere.
He won't make it. Was Dazai's thought. He wouldn't make it to Chuuya and Chuuya wouldn't make it out.. alive. But he still ran up to him, clinging into that small grain of hope that somehow Chuuya can still be saved.
But Dazai's predictions are always right.
And this time, he hates it.
The moment he touched Chuuya, corruption was cancelled and the redhead fell onto his embrace, coughing up some more blood and barely conscious.
"Shit..ty-"
"No, Chuuya. Don't speak. I'll get Yosano-sensei here-"
"It's n-no use.. I can't-"
"Chuuya, shut up!" Dazai yelled at him, his shaky hand fumbling with his phone as he dialed a certain doctor's number.
"O.. samu."
"Please, don't talk. You can't die! Not before me!"
A bloody chuckle. Dazai didn't even care that his shirt was drenched wet with blood.
"I'm.. sorry.."
"Chuuya, please, you can't do this to me."
"Osamu." He managed to say without coughing more blood. "I.."
"Save it, Yosano-sensei is coming. Stay with me."
"Hey.. kiss me.."
Dazai did. And he gave no shit about the iron he could taste in Chuuya's mouth, kissing him deep and desperately.
"Love you." He heard the whispers and something wet was felt between their faces. Tears. Not Chuuya's, his.
Chuuya is..
"No-!"
Dazai gasped loudly as he jumped into a sitting position, eyes blown wide, his heart was beating wildly and his shirt damp. He took a moment to study the surroundings, taking in the familiar layout of the apartment and his eyes landed on the figure beside him who's slowly stirring awake. Chuuya.
Chuuya is safe. Chuuya is beside him. Chuuya is alive.
He calmed himself down and rubbed away the tears on the corner of his eyes.
"Osamu?"
Dazai dove back onto the bed, wiggling until Chuuya was hugging him and kissing his forehead. "Nightmare?"
The younger simply nodded, holding onto Chuuya desperately close to himself. "Chuuya can't die. Not before me."
The redhead scoffed at that. "No one's dying. Not you, not me."
"Chuuya can't die before me." Dazai repeated again and Chuuya sighed.
"Alright, whatever. I'm here, Osamu. I'm alive."
Dazai buried his face onto Chuuya's chest. "Good." He mumbled and finally relaxed when he felt a hand on his hair, playing with the strands. "Stay alive."
"That's supposed to be my line, idiot." Chuuya said fondly, kissing his forehead again for a good measure. "Go back to sleep."
"Chuu?"
"What?"
"I love you. Don't leave me."
Chuuya snorted. "Again, that's supposed to be my line. I'm not going anywhere and you better not too."
Dazai nodded, seemingly satisfied with the smaller man's answer and he let his eyes close again.
"And I love you too, dumbass."