⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆/ “If when I die, my desire is buried with me Would it sprout up into a tree?”

He choked on his own blood. His hands trembling as he knelt on the wooden floor. He had fought tooth and nail in that fight, and he was still too weak.

Apparently Dazai’s comments still effect him, repeating itself in his head over, and over, and over, and over-

Another aggressive cough knocked him out of his daydreams. He gripped at his throat, his hands, his face-

Get ahold of yourself

His breaths heaved out as he clawed at his wrist. He didn’t hear his doorknob jiggling, or his door creaking open. He only heard the concerned voice of a…friend.

”Akutugawa!” You exclaimed, your face morphing into a concerned look. He looked horrified, scrambling to compose himself, sweat dripping down his temple ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 🪐⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆