“They touched you,” Chuuya hissed, and Dazai shifted uncomfortably. He didn't mind Chuuya's weight on him, nor the darkness lurking in the corners of his eyes, but the murderous aura was unnecessary.
And undeserved.
“Angel?”
“What the hell is your problem!? They could’ve shot you out there! Thrown you in a cell and left you to rot, and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything!”
“Chuuya, my angel—”
The redhead slapped his hand away and turned his face, biting his lower lip with a strange, resentful intensity. His eyes were wet.
He was—
“There would’ve been nothing I could do,” he repeated, voice breaking, almost overflowing with tears that made no sense. “Don’t you understand? You’re here.”
He hit his chest hard.
“You’ll be the death of me, Dazai Osamu. Do you know the power I’ve given you?”
Chapter 11. Death wish | No Time to Love
dividers by: cafekitsune