Remnants of what was supposed to be an experimental trial of sorcery had ended up scorched upon the fabric of your delicate robe and binded skin. Leaving apparent blemish scars and contusions scattered throughout the entirety of your bandaged arms and neck.

Another experiment had gone haywire and horribly wrong on how you had coordinated to be. Despite the numerous amounts of wary procedures you had taken to ensure the success of the experimentation. Albeit it was nothing new and nothing you haven’t done nor seen being caused by yourself before.

Immediately rummaging through the cabinets, you sought out an ameliorate concoction that was hidden amongst the enchanted trinkets and other magical potations residing within. However to one’s surprise no ameliorates nor medicinal remedies were found whatsoever. Causing one faint groan exhaling from your lips.

Completely drained with the recent turns of events you made your way into the royal chambers of the gingered haired prince you’re quite fondly connected with.

“Dazai?” Surprised by your sudden visit, the noble lifted up his gaze from his work as he sat there whilst you promptly laid your chin down onto his head.

“Jeez, what happened?” Chuuya lifted his gaze towards your face at which he could barely even see due to his sitting position as the dim lighting of the room irradiated the concern that was painted across his features the moment he noticed the reposed wounds you still had.