You long to end your life, so you never will die || bnha / bsd

Living itself is the source of sin.

STARTING SOON ...

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A full moon, the night above the two of us,
I began to cry and you were laughing.
Your disdain was a god; my complaints
were instants of time and doves in a chain.

The night beneath us. A crystal of pain,
you cried deep into the distance.
My sorrow gathered its suffering
above your fragile heart of sand.

Dawn united us on the bed,
mouths pressed to the freezing cold spurt
of endless blood spilling out.

And the sun entered through closed shutters
and the coral of light opened its branches
over my shrouded heart.

- Noche del amor insomne, Federico García Lorca.

As the moon shone above the city, as people went home to warm houses and loud restaurants were filled to the brim, a battle was in action— far from these well-lit areas of metropolitan Yokohama, at a quiet riverbank near the fringes of this town. Two figures were flying about, their coats whipping through the disturbed breeze as blows were exchanged. Another stood just a few meters removed from the action, observing the ferocious onslaught. The adversaries tore each other apart, a pair of rabid stray dogs ripping for the other's throat.

"Chuuya," Dazai whined, shouting towards his red-haired partner. "What's taking so long?"

Chuuya grimaced as he avoided a kick from his enemy, glancing towards Dazai and quickly shooting back a response. "Shut up!"

A set of knives shot towards him, and he barely dodged as one grazed his side. Blood spurted out, dripping from the shallow wound. "Damnit. Toshio, you—!"

"Chuuya, you should have never trusted me." Toshio grinned, a pale strand of hair falling onto his cheek. "I'll give you some advice— informants are rats. We have an obligation to sell towards the highest bidder. And you, my good sir, didn't offer enough."

The redhead coughed, scowling as a stream of blood slid down his chin. "What the hell did they offer you...?"

A wide toothy smile shone on Toshio's face. He didn't respond.

"If you don't overpower him soon, you'll run out of energy and die. And if that happens I'll get hurt." Dazai called from the sidelines. "So—"

Chuuya interrupted his partner. "Goddamnit. Are you even sure this is necessary?" He stepped back from the fight, bent over as he held his stomach in pain. Across from him stood his white-haired assailant, who brandished a handful of shimmering throwing knives between his fingers, a wild smirk painting his face.

Dazai gave a reasonable nod from the sidelines. "It's always necessary."

"You know that's fucking false."

"Just do it~"

"You shouldn't get distracted in a fight-!" The attacker grinned, launching a fistful of knives straight at Chuuya's throat.

"Fucking shit-" Chuuya yelled out, and a surge of power flared out from his body. The blades crumpled down like tinfoil as the receiver of said daggers released his real ability— Corruption. Pavement cracked and crumbled, the air heavy and humming with energy, and a sinister red glow radiated off Chuuya's body. The orange-haired individual shot towards his enemy before he could even flinch, and launched an orb of gravitons straight to the poor fellow.