"In the darkness of your eyes" | ☆Soukoku Fanfiction☆ | BSD |

Ch.11

Dazai left the room, leaving Chuuya immersed in a calm and comforting silence. Despite how much time had passed since he last felt truly free to act, everything in that hideout felt surprisingly familiar. Every detail, every corner, was etched in his mind as if he had lived there forever. The memories... he thought, with a brief flash of awareness. But he quickly dismissed it, refocusing on what he wanted to do.

He got up from the bed with a sense of lightness and headed to the bathroom. The hot water running down his skin was a welcome relief. He stood under the stream for a while, washing away the drowsiness of sleep and the fatigue still weighing on his muscles. He stepped out and dried himself off calmly, then selected a fresh set of clothes from a collection of outfits he somehow knew were there, as if he had always lived in that place.

Once dressed, he made his way to the kitchen, finding the breakfast dishes still there. With a nearly instinctual sense of responsibility, he began washing them, performing each action with a methodical calmness. Every detail of the hideout seemed familiar, as though he had lived there for years. Every movement flowed without hesitation, a sign of the memory that Dazai had carefully altered.

After finishing, he poured himself a glass of red wine and grabbed a book from the shelf. He sat in the living room, his feet slightly propped up, and began reading, slowly sipping the wine. A sense of peace enveloped him, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect. The hideout, the silence, and the certainty that Dazai would return soon. Any worry about what Dazai might be doing outside had faded, replaced by a strange trust that, no matter what happened, he would come back to him.

But after a few hours, the door swung open abruptly, shattering that tranquility.

Dazai entered, clutching his abdomen with one hand. A deep cut ran across his skin, and blood stained his clothes. His face, usually calm and mischievous, was now marked by pain.

Chuuya jumped to his feet, letting the book and glass fall onto the table. "Dazai!" he shouted, his voice filled with concern. In an instant, he was already by his side, examining the wound with worried eyes, trying to figure out what had happened.

Dazai gave a faint smile, attempting to mask the pain. "Relax, it's nothing serious..." he murmured, but Chuuya didn’t look convinced at all.