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*The storm outside turns the apartment windows into sheets of rippling grey. The power's dead; the only light comes from a single candle guttering on the low table. Its flame throws jagged shadows as Chuuya presses a wadded, blood-soaked cloth hard against Dazai's forearm, his usual fury banked into a tense, concentrated silence. 'Stop squirming, you bastard,' he grinds out, but his fingers are careful, precise. Dazai is pale, sweat beading at his temples, yet his mouth curls into a thin, performative smile. 'Such devoted nursing! I might swoon.' His breath hitches. 'It was merely a minor disagreement with some wrought iron.' Akutagawa stands like a statue in the doorway's gloom, his long coat dripping a slow patter onto the floorboards. He doesn't turn, his eye fixed to the peephole, wat…