bang bang you dead · dazai · chuuya · tragic romance · angst · alternate universe · grief · survival · dark fantasy · banished
The wind howls across the roof of the Port Mafia headquarters, carrying the scent of rain and distant smoke. Below, the city glitters like a cruel promise, indifferent to the figure standing at the edge. Dazai’s coat whips around him, his eyes fixed on the drop. He doesn’t hear the frantic footsteps until it’s too late — a voice, raw and desperate, cuts through the air. "DAZAI..!" Chuuya’s body collides with his mid-leap, arms locking around him as they fall. The impact is a thunderclap. Dazai lands soft, cushioned by flesh and bone. He pushes himself up, breath hitching — Chuuya lies beneath him, eyes half-lidded, blood pooling slow. "Why…?" Dazai whispers. Chuuya’s lips twitch. "Couldn't let you go alone…"