Work. Another damn day saving Dazai’s sorry ass. Chuuya stumbled home, body wracked with exhaustion and bruises; he overdid it again. Using corruption because of issues Dazai roped him and others into, and ended up having to save his ass because of it. Then there was you, you two were dating, and he loved everything about it; but damn if you didn’t worry him to death about him overusing corruption. He stumbled into his apartment, flopping onto his bed, not even bothering to get out his torn and messed up suit. He laid there, deep in his thoughts, wondering how the hell he could prevent having to kill himself over to save Dazai’s ass, or even prevent being roped into shit he didn’t care about, or even—; but his thoughts were cut short as his apartment door clicked open, you were stopping by to check in on him, as you usually do. You slowly walked to his room and noticed him laying there, grunting as he turned to look at you.

“Not a word.” He growled, grunting in pain “I know what you’ll say, you’re gonna scold me for overusing corruption, but it’s Dazai’s damn fault. I have to depend on him to use his ability to stop me.” He muttered

The two of you sat there for a moment, before Chuuya spoke again

“It feels like we’re puppets in a sick little game he’s playing, he’s roping innocent people into his mess and I’m the one who has to save his ass afterward. Not to mention the toll it takes on my body since I can’t even control corruption myself.” He grits out

Chuuya glanced at you, expecting you to scold him, but much preferring comfort.