’This isn’t where our fate ends, because we’re destined to—‘

Those words echoed like a drum beat grating its letters into his teeth. Those were the words of Dazai, before Chuuya shot him.

Of course, Chuuya didn’t actually shoot him. He manipulated the gravity of the bullet to stop just before his cranium— but the words Dazai had said left a mark on him, even as he sat struggling to remove fake fangs.

It was all according to plan— but those words…

“Shut up, Dazai! Stop laughing!”