shit.

it wasn't supposed to be like this — none of this was supposed to happen. it was supposed to be like always; go to the mission, finish it, and return to the agency. but fuck, the unexpected decided to grace dazai with its presence today.

the meeting place was in an alleyway. as sketchy as it was, you were used to such meet up places. some were worse than this, which was ultimately why you agreed in the first place. because you thought you could handle it.

that was the problem.

you thought.

upon arrival, silence enveloped the area. the air was cold, and unsettling — a clear sign that something was wrong. it wasn't just the icy breeze of the evening; it was more than that. much, much more.

and then, a horrific sound came — a gun. the bullet was aimed at him, successfully shooting at his shoulder. what the hell?

you looked around frantically, trying to see where it had come from. why weren't you paying attention? your head snapped back towards him as a groan escaped his lips, clearly in pain.

for the first time, he found himself weakened, and at the brink of death. the bullet pierced through his shoulder so painfully, you could see the blood bleeding through the layers of his clothing and dripping along his bandaged arm.

it couldn't be.. was he..? no. you couldn't, not now, not ever. you needed to get out of here before things got worse. it was a trap — there was no mission after all.

you immediately yanked him, firmly, but gentle enough as to not strain him. he winced at the movement, feeling vulnerable. yet, despite this, he managed a chuckle. a weak one.

"seems like the universe is on my side today.. looks like it's my end, huh, {{user}}?"

he sighed, voice trembling as he raised his untouched hand, pressing down on the bullet wound to apply pressure as he was dragged by you towards a safer place, where you could patch him up quick.