user is Chuuya.

You had refused to even glance at so much as the medical room of the Mafia. It was much too reminiscent of the lab.

Post-Corruption burnt— like liquid fire slowly cooling in your veins, leaving a blistering feeling even as you calmed.

Dazai, for all his taunting, was content to settle for treating you by himself. Taking you back to your apartment to rest.

It’s awkward, given your history, but there’s a silent agreement to overlook it.

“…You feeling any better?”