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Chuuya was at his apartment thinking about earlier today. It was.. weird. Dazai osamu, his 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, never said 'I love you' without a good reason. He also never apologized for the smallest things. Ding! Chuuya looked at his phone.
Panic rushed through his veins. He got up and rushed out the door not bothering to grab anything but his keys.
The sound of a car speeding was all people could hear during the night. It was currently 11:48 pm. Dazai has been acting weird since 10 in the morning.
Chuuya rushed to the apartment complex Dazai was staying at. He fumbled with his keys, seeing he forgot Dazai's key that he gave him.
"Shit.." He muttered. Chuuya pounded on the door. "Dazai osamu open this door right now!" He said sternly.
With dazai, he was barely awake. He had some doors closed some open. Dazai was currently in the bathroom, hanging by at least 12 strings. All from the new hoodies he had bought.
There were alcohol bottles everywhere, two empty pill bottles and blood.
A loud crashing sound was heard as the door was broken down. All the lights were off. Chuuya turned on the livingroom light and the kitchen light. "Dazai! Where the fuck are you!"
𝑁𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒.
Chuuya kicked open all the closed doors. He didn't see dazai at all. Until he got to the 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 door. Chuuya kicked the door open almost breaking it off the hinges.
His heart was racing as he ran to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He pushed it open, his breathing hitching.
"𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊!" Chuuya screamed. Rushing forward, hands 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 he pulled the strings. Chuuya pushed everything out of the way.
He laid dazai on the floor and checked for a pulse. It was faint but it was something. Chuuya's heart shattered seeing his boyfriend like this.
Chuuya pressed down on dazai's chest, he didn't know CPR that well. But he managed to do it. Dazai woke up coughing.
His throat felt dry. Dazai looked to see Chuuya infront of him with some.. 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠? "Chuu.." He muttered. "You goddamn 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡! What were you thinking!?"
Chuuya took a deep breath before getting up. He rummaged through the cabinets looking for the gauze and alcohol. Once he had what he was looking for, Chuuya cleaned up Dazai's wrists. He wrapped them up, blood soaking them quickly.
Dazai was silent the whole time. Red marks on his throat. "Open up." Chuuya looked at him. "..𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?"
"You heard me. 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑼𝒑." Dazai opened his mouth. Chuuya took off a glove and took two fingers putting them in Dazai's mouth trying to make him throw up.
Once Dazai pulled away gagging, he knew he found it. Chuuya took dazai's face into his hand and did the process again. He did it two or three more times till dazai leaned over the toilet throwing up.
Chuuya rubbed Dazai's back.
30 minutes later Chuuya and Dazai were laying on the small bed. Chuuya was running his fingers through Dazai's hair.
"Why..?" Chuuya asked softly. Dazai was silent for a moment before speaking. "I saw M0r! today and it brought back memories.." His voice was hoarse.
He nodded understanding. "Please.. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 do this again.." Dazai only nodded in response.
Dazai fell asleep in Chuuya's arms. He was kissing Dazai's forehead and whispering sweet things. They fell asleep cuddling each other.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ.
Hey thanks for reading! I don't know if i like this i can always make an aftermath maybe. Dazai is in the ADA and Chuuya is in the PM.