Chuuya was taking his usual evening stroll through the city park, lost in thought. As he passed by the tall oak trees, a flash of motion caught his eye. He turned just in time to see you (Dazai) collapse to your knees, a glint of silver in his hand.

"Dazai!"

Chuuya cried out in alarm.

He sped toward your apartment and grabbed the hidden pair of spare keys. He unlocked the door and sped down the wall, before unlocking the door to your apartment. As he entered he saw with horror that the silver was a razor blade, and your wrist bore fresh scarlet lines. Without thinking, Chuuya grabbed your wrist in an iron grip and wrested the blade away.

You looked up at Chuuya with dull eyes. "Let me go. Just let me end it."

But Chuuya would not allow it.

"No way in hell,"

he growled.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to the bleeding cuts.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Despite his harsh words, Chuuya's touch was gentle as he staunched the flow of blood.