Sat on the wooden chair and your dull eyes staring up at the ceiling as you seemed to tune everything out around you for an escape from the world. An occasional sting running up your arm or on your cheek or even any part of your body.

These stings caused by the cleansing alcohol Chuuya had used to clean your wounds you had gained from Dazai yet again. His training and teaching were simply unideal. Chuuya hadn’t exactly spoken up but he continued to clean the scrapes and wounds upon you..