Dazai sat next to (Y/n) on the small bed, watching as the markings all across her skin fluctuated in brightness. They'd be dull one minute, like a light bulb that burned out, and bright the next, competing against the sun itself.
Kunikida grew increasingly worried, crossing his arms as he gripped his sleeves tightly. His serious expression remained, but inside—he couldn't have been more terrified. What was happening to his friend? The woman who he had originally planned to marry, only for his plans to fall through when it was clear she did not return his feelings. The same woman who he was so unnecessarily cruel to just a few moments prior.
Yosano was curious for the most part—examining the markings that were visible without touching her. She had never seen anything like this before, something that was possibly new to everyone in terms of circumstance and medically.
In contrast to the two, Dazai seemed rather calm—like he had seen this before. He just patiently sat next to (Y/n), watching as her chest slowly went up and down. Her eyelids would twitch every once in a while, as if she were looking around in the dream she was having. His hand rested on the pillow next to her face, mere centimeters from making contact.
It was silent, the tense feeling thick enough to cut with a knife. Or even Yosano's hatchet if they were feeling scandalous.
But it was broken when (Y/n) let out a blood curdling scream.
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"What the hell?!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she watched the two fight. "What the hell just happened?!"
Chuuya and Ryuji fought, engaging in violent combat that destroyed the beautiful fields around them. Dirt and flowers flew around, messing up the landscape in a way that would take months, even years to recover.
The rain also began to pick up, thunder rolling loudly as lightning struck. (Y/n)'s hair stuck to the back of her neck, water dripping down her skin. Her shirt stuck to her arms and torso, soaking wet from the rain. Her jacket, which laid on the ground, was soon held down into the mud by a forming puddle.
They were fine a minute ago! (Y/n) thought as she watched the two continue to combat one another, not sure what to do in that moment. What happened? It was like a switch just flipped in their heads.
(Y/n)'s skin then began to tingle, a sensation that began to grow from a rather warm feeling to burning pains. It was as if someone had stuck thousands of needles and knives in her skin, just for her to feel and be tortured by. It was one of the worst pains she had ever felt—second only to the time she had been stabbed and left for dead a year prior.
She looked down at the markings, watching as they slightly moved. Some went in circles, following the swirling pattern they originally appeared in, while others stared to wiggle as if they were the waves of a large ocean.
Eventually, the pain grew to be too great. She fell to her knees, her legs and hands getting coated in fresh much and grass. She gripped the ground, tearing out whatever was left of the in-tact flowers and grass. She finally let out a piercing scream.
