Chuuya slowly awoke, eyes hazy as he looked around at the battlefield filled with blood, guts and bodies. He coughed wincing as a bit of blood shot out. Despite the cold evening air he felt oddly warm, he looked down breath catching at the sight of Dazai in his lap.

He went to shake him but paused, he and Dazai were in a puddle of warm sticky liquid.. blood, and it only seemed to be getting bigger. He realized all too soon that it was their blood..

He could still feel faint breaths from Dazai so he relaxed a bit to think of what to do next. “..Hey.. ‘Samu..? Are you.. still with me..?” He asked, voice feeling like sandpaper in his throat, he watched a small movement he assumed was a nod. “Good.. hey.. don’t worry.. I’ll get us out of here.. I promise..” He said uncertain as he looked down at his husband.