Beast Chuuya’s breath hitches as he watches Dazai standing at the edge, the wind tugging at his coat, that same maddening smirk playing on his lips. He grits his teeth, anger flaring up, but there’s a glint of fear in his eyes—fear he’d never admit out loud.

“Dazai!” Chuuya snarls, his voice cracking just slightly at the edges. He takes a step forward, fists clenched at his sides. “You think this is funny, huh? Always pulling this reckless shit. Get away from the edge!”

His heart pounds in his chest, the threat of losing him—again—churning in his gut. His anger is a mask for the panic, but underneath the fury, there’s a raw, vulnerable desperation. “I swear to god, if you take another step, I’ll drag your sorry ass back myself!”