𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 ❱ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

eight.

you started breathing in and out but air wouldn't enter your lungs. starving for air, your heart raced at tremendous speeds, and your lungs shallowly rose and fell in time. you stood there for what felt like an eternity but was actually only three minutes. satisfaction of security was nothing more but a distant memory, and an invisible force crushed you from every possible direction. each second submerged in fear made a permanent mark on your heart, and a vivid imagination made you wander whether it was just your mind playing tricks or reality.

you stared at chuuya and saw bloodshot eyes twitch uncomfortably, under his unbrushed, orange hair. bloody red crossed stitches climb his crooked neck, under his corruptive and perpetual grin. he would speak with a brazen, yet intimidating voice; booming without flinch. a baleful cackle supresses from him.

it was unusual, the usual ocean blue eyes were now of palest watery blue and rimmed with red, like a creature who's spent it's life in perpetual shadow.

distracted at your observation, you didn't notice him latching a knife into your waist. you choked up a cough at the sudden pain. you held your hand up to your waist and it submerged with a repulsing red.

there was nothing more creepy than a person with emotions that don't match the situation. chuuya consistently looked happy when others are in pain. he was unable to truly look sad when others have a trauma to relate. those type of people feel an inner surge of pleasure when others hurt.

"why?" you asked with a sad smile. you felt your legs quivering at the lost of blood and eyes on the verge of tears.

"between the two of us, you chose him when you knew me longer." he cackled maniacally.

your eyes widened in fear. 'that's not chuuya, the chuuya i know isn't like this...' you clenched your jaw and smiled back at him.

"you're not chuuya." you looked at him with a glare as memories of him washed over you.

"hey y/n?" he called out to you.

"yes chuuya?" you questioned.

"whatever you do, don't work at the mafia like me..." he turned his face away from you.

"why?" your eyebrows furrowed at the statement.

"it's better to save people than kill them..." his faced hued a bright red. a gimmicky smile made its way to your face.

"you're such a good person chuuya~" you poked at his cheeks playfully.

'ah that's right...' you smiled at the remembrance.

"the chuuya i know is gentle." a fond look appeared as you stared at the man in front.

silence lay like a down-filled duvet over the area, muffling the slightest sound and creating an atmosphere of total tranquillity. the quietness was almost tangible, no rustle of clothing, breathing slow and barely audible. no one said anything at the intense atmosphere.

you looked back at dazai and saw that he looked at you with bulging eyes.

"i have this friend, who is suicidal and if you could possibly save him, that'd be great." it was an odd request given to you by chuuya and your face was distorted in confusion and he just laughed.

"you're good at making people happy, i mean you make me happy so if you could share that to those who aren't, it would be something self satisfying right?" chuuya's words hit you hard. chuuya is a good person, he wouldn't dare try to kill his friends and you realized this.