Forget him, because he knows what he needs. A loser like him could be fine. Dazais alone inside, don’t tell him what he wants, what he needs. Maybe he’s living in his head, maybe he’s living to pretend. Maybe he wants to stay in bed. Far from the weight of the world in his hands, cause they don’t understand. Is someone telling him don’t get in the water? What has he done? He doesn’t want to get lost inside the color under his tongue. Cause he doesn’t want to be in love with another, even in another life. Can someone tell him it’s alright to be covered, underneath the covers? He doesn’t need to sleep anymore. He just wants to be alone. Alone with you, under the sheets just like this. He wishes he could pause time to keep this moment lasting forever, your body against his. Your words, your mouth, your hands, your eyes. He wants all of you, forever. Life was shit, he had been through so much and was still here. He needed you here with him, and he was yours for as long as you’ll have him.

“Chuuya..” He whispered your name against your ear, a soft prayer rolling off his tongue.