YES! I was going to add them busting through the door after the damage was done or
change the pov and it’s Dazai running to Chuuya, but it’s too late.

Tee hee 🥰💛

The men and women who observed and tested him were diligent in protocols. No remorse was present on their faces as pained screams filled the air. When blood splattered on sterile floors, no look of disgust betrayed their stoned expression as they pressed on. +

But Chuuya would leave on his own terms.

With one last breath, he had sealed his fate.

“Oh, Grantors of Dark Disgrace. Do not wake me again.”

//End

acceptance.
Chuuya Nakahara entered the world alone and cold. A boy surrounded by death and destruction. Bodies littered around him with horror and panic frozen on their faces.

Perhaps it’s fitting to leave the world in the same manner. +

The shocks never lost their sting. The gasses never failed to choke him. The cuts drawn were reopened, never allowed to heal nor to scar over for scars meant survival. There was no surviving this never-ending hell. Instead of dread overwhelmed his drained body at the realization, he found +

slicing through skin and muscles.
The fire that fueled Chuuya’s anger and frustration slowly dimmed into exhaustion. Bright blue eyes that sent threatening glares to his captures had lost its strength and will. There was only so much that someone like him could take. Human or not. +

The men and women who observed and tested him were diligent in protocols. No remorse was present on their faces as pained screams filled the air. When blood splattered on sterile floors, no look of disgust betrayed their stoned expression as they pressed on.
Their skilled hands never faltered when+

chained wrists. No palm cupping his reddened cheek.
There was no sign of the reassuring touch that reminded him of his humanity.
As hours turned to days and days turned into weeks, any hope of leaving seemed to crumble. Not a second had passed that the man wasn’t pumped with sedatives. +

Any forceful movement would lead to more damage.

What was most concerning about this situation was how he felt like an empty shell. There was no crevice in his body humming with overwhelming power. A feat that only one insufferable man had achieved. But there was no warmness wrapped around his +

So, Chuuya should have learned his lesson of not letting his guard down around others. And yet, there he was. Disoriented, freezing, and paralyzed as he was strapped down bared to a steel examination table. The barbed metal chains that wrapped around his limbs dug into bleeding skin. +

The pain in my heart when I saw you have “They both die at the end”. They’re my babies 🥺

Happiness??? We’ve never heard of it 😭

The most he could even do is just hold Dazai as they both speed towards the ground before he has to inevitably let go….

Right?! It hurts thinking that Chuuya actually saw it happened but couldn’t get there in time. Ouchy

Good night, dear 💛💛💛💛

I love protective Dazai caring for his loved ones 🥰

You’re a talented writer and you’ve always been good enough 💛 I love you, dear

KAE 🥰💛 I almost teared up writing it. I couldn’t even make myself lean towards more of the angst side 😭 that’s their precious baby