No ones pov
Chuuya was sprinting through the streets of Yokohama, dripping wet from the rain.
He just kept repeating himself shit shit shit he's actually going to do it, I'm not going to make it.
He eventually made it to Dazai's apartment. He broke the door down and ran inside. His whole body froze, there, his lover lay with blood covering his arms. He didn't know what to do he never thought he would actually go through with it. Chuuya desperately searched Dazai's apartment in need for some sort of fresh bandages, he wore bandages daily there must be some in here.
Chuuya pov
I can't find any. Shit he's going to bleed out. Is he even still alive? Damnit he isn't going to make it, he's going to fucking leave me again. Fuck sake Dazai. Calm down Chuuya calm down calm down you need to fucking calm down, you can't even get your fucking phone, fucking shaky hands fuck fuck fuck.
Come on Dazai stay with me.
I gently lift Dazai up, pulling him close to my chest, hearing his faint heart beat. He's isn't going to make it. Fuck it's my fault I shouldn't have said that dammit I didn't think he'd actually go and do it, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Don't leave me please... I need you... you promised you wouldn't leave me...
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Soukoku| You promised.
Fanfiction⚠️Foul language, mention of suicide and drugs⚠️ Dazai fakes his suicide and years later chuuya finds his old lover wandering the streets of Yokohama. Non of the characters belong to me nor does the fan art so credit to the creators.