Normally, Dazai's reaction to Chuuya using corruption was amazement as he waited for the moment to step in and nullify his ability.

It was majestic, the way he went wild, the red tendrils bleeding across his skin, thrumming with power and grace. Dazai felt honoured to be able to witness something so destructive yet beautiful on a regular basis.

Unfortunately, this time all he was feeling was panic.

Pure, unadulterated fear was rushing through his veins, adrenaline and blood loss making his vision blur as he staggered through the collapsing building.

Chuuya had smashed through the floor, and he could hear the explosions and maniacal laughter from somewhere below him.

It's more a test for him, and Chuuya became a scapegoat. This all depended on whether Dazai would reach Chuuya in time.

He was laughing, the way he always did while using corruption. Dazai wouldn't admit it, but he often found the deranged tone to it attractive, but now it just made hin feel nauseous. The laugh was hollow, drained and forced, and sounded like it was scratching at the back if Chuuya's throat.

Dazai resisted the urge to scream, standing up straight while trying to apply pressure to the wound on stomach. He can't remember exactly how he got it, the memory has blanked out, despite it only happening moments ago. He thinks he got impaled on a broken pole when being blindly attacked by Chuuya.

His breathing was shallow, his hands shaking as he stepped forwards, broken glass crunching under each step.

At the sound, Chuuya turned around rapidly, a black hole appearing in his hands as his gaze focused on Dazai.

The black hole was launched in his direction quickly, and Dazai stumbled out the way, coughing with the force of the sudden movement and wiping blood from his chin.