“Dazai, pull over,” Chuuya demands, his breath a little shaky.

He looks over at him and his panic expression before nodding and pulling over. “Yeah, yeah. Okay. What’s up? Are you okay?”

Chuuya’s breath came in frantic pants. He were visibly having another panic attack. But this time it was in the dead of night, in the middle of God knows where. Dazai pulled over with a strong screech of the tires, looking over at him.

Chuuya muttered breathlessly to him, "I'm not okay."

“Deep breaths..” Dazai reassured.