Stumbling on perfect feet, Chuuya stumbled into Dazai’s room. He shakily closed the door behind him and made his to where a half-asleep Dazai was laying.

Chuuya felt sick, Arahabaki purging and plaguing his thoughts like it was a game, and couldn’t help but shiver at the discomfort of knowing that his head was only his. Luckily, he knew there was someone who could make it stop.

Chuuya crawled onto Dazai’s lap and whined desperately, “make him shut up, please,” sounding on the edge of tears.