The room would soon strongly smell of iron. The metallic smell would be hard to avoid, despite a candle being lit beside them.

The source of the smell would be from the two men sitting on Dazai's bed. Dazai having a blade pressed to his skin, watching the blood seep out of the wound while Chuuya was still setting up, putting a towel that was already blood stained beneath the two men. Dazai was bare of bandages, his previous scars showing to Chuuya. Chuuya had seem then thousands of times by now though, he had each one memorized.

The two had been doing this for awhile now. Sure, unhealthy, but who really cares? Sometimes they cut each other, maybe just themselves. Carved into each other's skin. Their trust for each other was private, saved for moments like this.

There were a few blades to select from. Box cutters, pencil sharpener blades, and pocket knives. Dazai had decided on a box cutter, looking up at Chuuya lazily and waiting for him to begin as well.

"Chuuya, what do you want to do today?" Dazai asked casually, leaving the decision up to Chuuya. Usually they just spoke about whatever they wanted during this, but change was nice in routines like this.