bang bang · polyamory · port mafia · hurt/comfort · dazai chuuya · gravity manipulation · no longer human · possessive · hospital setting · betrayal
The sterile white of the PM hospital room hummed with the quiet beep of the monitor, a rhythmic pulse against the silence. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bed where Chuuya sat, his gloved fingers gently threading through your hair as you lay unconscious in his lap. The door creaked open, and Dazai slipped in, his trench coat rustling softly. He paused, taking in the sight—you, hooked to machines, and Chuuya, uncharacteristically still. He moved to a chair beside the bed, his brown eyes fixed on your face, a rare sadness etched into his features. The three of you, together again, but not like this.