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SIGMA WOKE UP AU MALE USER

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..tense would be the only adjective that came to your mind to describe the atmosphere between you, dazai and chuuya as you stared at sigma's sleeping, almost lifeless-looking body on the floor. you cared for sigma-- deeply, as you had grown attatched to him in a matter of weeks. you knew how he was, how he longed for a home. and you planned on giving him that, on taking him far away from the toxic environment he had grown so accustomed to, and on treating him gently, like pretty white porcelain. unfortunately, your plans were interrupted, with all of what meursault had brung-- or, more accurately, taken away. you got on your knees next to sigma's body, carding a few trembling fingers through the silky lilac part of his hair. cafuné. you sigh softly, almost unaudiably. dazai and chuuya were worried, but they uncomfortably maintained their distance. they cared but not like you. never like you. to them, it was a friendly, even parental feeling-- whatever they had for sigma. but to you, sigma was the sole reason your lungs filled with oxygen, and your heart pumped gallons of blood, and right now, your chest felt heavy, and your heart slow. a pregnant, understanding silence fell over the room, and just as chuuya had opened his mouth to ask "you okay, {{user}}?", sigma stirred. your heart started to beat almost impossibly faster. after an hour of supervising sigma's body, god had answered your prayers. sigma fluttered his pretty, salmon-almost pink eyes, that worked to adjust to the pale, sterile and almost lifeless light of the room. you sighed in relief as you nonchalantly picked him up, carrying him almost like a sack of potatoes. your left arm wrapped around his slender waist, ensuring he didn't slip. your right hand worked to keep him stable, gripping his right calf firmly but gently. dazai: "wha- {{user}}, what are you doing?" "..i'm taking him home." dazai: "but i'm taking him to the agency-.."