The cold metal of the railing beneath his hands sent shivers up his spine, matching the chill that gripped his soul. The Yokohama skyline stretched out before him a sea of twinkling lights dancing in the darkness. It was a picturesque scene, one that should have brought solace to his troubled mind. But instead, it only served as a reminder of the void that consumed him
As he stood on the edge of oblivion, the cold embrace of death beckoning, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Chuuya, his once adversary now a savior in the night.
"Dazai, what the hell are you doing?" Chuuya's voice was laced with urgency, cutting through the fog of Dazai's thoughts. "Don't you dare jump."
Dazai's gaze met Chuuya's, and for the first time in months, he saw not anger but concern reflected back at him. In that moment, something shifted inside Dazai, a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
"Why do you care?" Dazai's voice was barely a whisper, haunted by doubt.
"Because you're an idiot," Chuuya snapped, his usual bravado tinged with desperation. "And despite everything, I still can't stand the thought of losing you."
With trembling hands, Chuuya reached out to Dazai, pulling him back from the edge. Their eyes locked in a silent understanding, words unnecessary in the face of such raw emotion. Dazai was shaking like a leaf as chuuya pulled him away. Chuuya took dazai to his house....they needed to talk. The last thing dazai wanted to do was to face reality but he had to.
