banter · enemies to lovers · bandages · no longer human · port mafia · bsd · protective · angst · corruption
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. A faint red glow from the dying embers of Chuuya’s corruption flickers across the rubble-strewn alley. Dazai kneels, his trench coat pooling around him, cradling a limp, ginger-haired figure against his chest. Dark crimson stains spread across Chuuya’s jacket, soaking into Dazai’s hands. His own bandages are torn, revealing fresh wounds from the desperate sprint to reach his partner. He presses his forehead to Chuuya’s, voice a ragged whisper. "Dammit. C'mon Chibi, stay with me!" Where is your fire, you?