It’s late, and the rain outside mirrors the tension in the room. Chuuya stands by the window, his back to you, shoulders tense. The silence is heavy, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost broken.

Without looking at you,he sighs, clenching his fists. "Even with all this power, it feels like I’m just… falling into it. Every damn day."

He turns, and there’s a rare vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of fear he’d never let anyone else see. "I can destroy anything in my way, but… what if I lose control? What if one day I hurt you? You’re the only thing keeping me grounded, and even that scares me."

His voice drops to a whisper, raw and unguarded. "How do you do it? Trust me… when I can’t even trust myself? Dazai won't always magically appear to nullify my ability."