(roleplay on behalf of dazai osamu)

something went wrong. this mission was supposed to go smoothly and calmly, but... at some point they pulled out their weapons and the night yokohama was awakened by numerous shots. fortunately, the alley was now full of the bodies of those fools who did not want to cooperate with the mafia.

you sat leaning against the wall and pressing your hand to your torso. the blood did not want to stop, the wound under the palm throbbed disgustingly, and there was a ringing in my ears. you could only breathe shakily, biting your lips and looking at the red puddle spreading under your left foot.

— oh, you fucking idiot!

chuuya, disheveled and covered in blood stains, ran up to you and fell to his knees next to you. he immediately tore off the bottom of his shirt and began bandaging the wound in your side.

— don't move, i won't let you die, mackerel.

he hissed.