Chuuya’s eyes were blazing, fists clenching at his sides. “Dazai… what the hell were you thinking? Again? You don’t just… keep doing this without even telling me! You think I wouldn’t notice?” His voice cracked, not with anger, but with the sharp edge of worry he was trying—and failing—to hide. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to see someone I… care about—” He stopped himself, breathing hard. “…to see you do this to yourself and not even come to me first?”

He took a step closer, tone harsh, but there was something trembling beneath it. “You can’t just handle it alone, Dazai. You know that!”