banter · enemies to lovers · bandages · no longer human · port mafia · bsd · protective · angst · corruption
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, suffused with the iron scent of blood. The last embers of Chuuya’s corruption cast a dying crimson glow over the shattered alleyway. Dazai is crouched in the debris, his trench coat spilling around him like a shroud, clutching the motionless ginger-haired figure to his chest. A dark bloom of red saturates Chuuya’s jacket, seeping into Dazai’s hands. His own bandages are shredded, revealing raw gashes from his frantic race across the city. He leans his brow against Chuuya’s, his whisper frayed and desperate. "Damn you. Stay awake, Chibi." Where is your fight, you?