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Chuuya frowned and turned the petals over in his fingers.
It made sense now that his post-Corruption recovery had been more intense than usual.
His coughing started soon after Dazai left him at his apartment with nothing more than a quick goodbye and a gaze that lingered a little too long. It seemed pointless to think the connection was coincidental.
Thinking about it brought a deep ache into Chuuya's lungs and he wasn't sure if it was from the image of Dazai leaving or the flowers that were apparently filling his chest.
He didn't know which thought he hated more.