𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢. 𝘯

𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ; 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

the format may be slightly messed up on this chapter, i apologize in advance.

the two of managed to get a bit more sleep, although chuuya was tensed the entire time. perhaps he was over thinking about everything. but, there wasn't anything you could do about it. this was his personality, and there's no changing that. chuuya was an insecure person.

you still had to go home, but chuuya refused to let you stay there. if you didn't want to sleep in his room, he said you could stay in yours. but there was no chance in hell that you were sleeping in the same house with dazai. he would rather drink bleach then allow that.

here's what he was worried about; dazai would one hundred percent slip aphrodisiacs into something you were drinking just to be able to put his hands on you. to touch you in ways that only he should be touching you. dazai was smart. he was greedy, and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted, when he wanted it. if you were his prey, he already had you.

it bothered him to think about that. the whole situation.

he would've liked to accompany you to dazais, but he was certain he wouldn't have been able to due to the fact that he would've kicked his ass into fucking jupiter.

but he was desperate to talk to dazai. to ask him why he would keep you from him like that, knowing how he was on the brink of suicide. it quite literally showed dazai's true colours.

he shook your lightly, watching as you rubbed your eyes softly before they lit up at the sight of him.

"..yeah?" your voice was hushed and groggy.

"come on.. let's go to dazais, alright? i'll join you." chuuya exhaled through his mouth, as he rolled onto his back, glaring up at the ceiling above him as a hundred different scenarios ran through his head. of course, you believe chuuya over dazai. i mean, now that you knew of dazais past filled with manipulation, it was easy to pinpoint the liar.

so.. why was chuuya still nervous that you would pick dazai over him?

he shrugged off the awful feeling and forced himself out of bed, his eyes following the way you did the same thing as you put on the clothes from yesterday, rather than wearing chuuyas pyjamas out into the world. sure, they were cute, but you didnt want dazai to know everything that happened. it wasn't really his business if you were being entirely honest.

the two of you sat comfortably in the car, some music playing quietly in the background as the both of you focused on the road ahead. the streets were still wet as it had been raining since last night. umbrellas were scattered along the sidewalks, mainly neutral tones and the occasional yellow umbrella.

you glanced towards chuuya, his jaw was tensed and his bruised knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other holding onto the shift, moving it every so often.

"so.. what am i doing here?" you sighed, glancing away from him and back towards the window to your right, the rain drops racing down from the upper to the lower parts of the window. "am i packing my shit? am i staying.. what?"

"you arent staying."

you bit your lip, "i can't exactly leave either. yosano is treating me, remember?"

you watched as he close his eyes tightly before opening them not long afterwards. "i'll get you a better doctor." although, yosano had an ability, she could only heal someone who was about to die. which is the only reason that you were alive to this day.

"chuuya.." his gaze met yours, his eyes red as tears welled in his eyes.

"i can't. [f/n], i fucking can't. you.. you don't know what he's like. you don't remember what hes like. he took you away, and for that, i can never forgive him." his gaze fell from yours, meeting the road again. "i don't care what it takes, but you aren't staying there."

you swallowed a lump in your throat, turning your head again as tension filled the air.

"for the record," you sighed, "i don't know what happened that night. nobody is telling me, but i know it wasn't your fault. alright? i don't care how you feel and whatnot, it wasn't your fault."

your words managed to bring him some sort of reassurance as he finally pulled up to dazais apartment.

"i'll stay out here, but if you are any longer than a half hour, i'm coming inside." you only nodded in response as you got out of the car.

the door was left unlocked, allowing you to enter swiftly. "dazai? i'm back."

the place reeked of alcohol and weed, empty bottles were left on the coffee table, as well as pill bottles.

"shit.." you entered the house further before realizing that the house was awfully quiet. it was never this quiet. something was off.

you shrugged off the feeling and trudged further, hitting the room that you slept in. quickly, you grabbed your bag and took all of the necessities, such as clothes you had been given, your laptop, and your medications. in and out, right?

you managed to get everything rather quick, and the fact that dazai wasn't home made the situation all the more weirder.

chuuya, who was still sitting in the car, noticed your worried expression from a mile away, noticing how you were biting at your lip and scratching your arms.

you got in the car and glanced over at him. "what?"

"you're worried. what happened?"

you groaned, "nothing. can we go?"

he stayed silent in return.

"okay, i think dazai might be in danger. to himself or others." you sighed, "good?"

"what.. do you mean?"

you bit at your lip again, "i think he might've taken a shit ton of pills and then got really fucking high. he's unpredictable, right?"

he shrugged, "yeah, so what?"

"so.. i think we should go find him."

apologizes for the short chapter and any errors.