Warning:
- Cursing
- Mentions of sucide
- self harm
- Gay men
☆ Dazai ☆
My eyes flutter open to the sound of loud knocking on my door. I look at the time to see it's TWO IN THE MORNING? It better not be Aku and Atsushi. Those two are something, especially since the port mafia and the ADA joined together, and the two stopped fighting.
I get out of bed to see my room a smell, bandages all over the floor covered in blood, my arm in scars and blood. I push it aside and then walk to the wall where the light switch was, but I trip on a chair and hit the ground.
I groan as I realized I drank too much last night and probably tried to kill myself for some stupid ass reason again. I grunt as I get up and forget about the light thing and just put on a shirt with my shorts and head to the front door, rubbing my eyes as I slip on my slippers.
I've been living here for a week and already trashing it. I need to get a job too. I sigh as I open the door, and then my eyes widen.
Chuuya... no, it couldn't be. He's supposed to be dead. Miro... I shake my head and immediately let Chuuya in. His eyes were the same blue... oh, how I miss those eyes.
I lead him to the couch and sit him down before he passes out. I stared at him. He was soaking wet and covered in blood. Dry blood. It's been a week since I said goodbye to him. A week since Miro left for the countryside to run away from his problems. A week since I escaped the weird prison thing.
I immediately take off chuuyas clothes and put a towel around him before running upstairs and grabbing some of my clothes and putting it on him and then covering him in a blanket.
And in a while, I cry as I stare at Chuuya. In a long long time, I cry.
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Comfort // Chuuya x Dazai // COMEPLETE & SHORT
RomanceAfter Dazai watches Chuuya drown something happens. something good. well positive. dazai gets out of the weird prison thing and goes to try to live a normal life, no ADA, no port mafia, no dancing with a two hair colored man, and no chuuya just Daza...
