It was already June, meaning a whole nine months had passed since the accident. Chuuya had come out unscathed physically, but his mind was rattled with the sight of Dazai's tire splitting lose from its confines and propelling the formally unscratched racing car into the air as it tumbled off into the pits, landing upside down. The sound of that A.D.A company-owned white and blue car screeching to a halt before crushing under its own weight as it lit into a fiery sunset contained only to the smell of burning shrapnel. Chuuya still woke up in cold sweats about the sight of his rival's body being operated on site when his leg got caught under the blazing metal; metal that tried so hard to cauterize the wound as if to say it was sorry. The clammy feeling that extended past his palms; the gruesome, unmasked reveal of emotions from Dazai's face; the camaras that refused to pan away until Kunikida — a member of Dazai's team — went up and turned off the camaras himself. The feeling of the day was all too grim; too callous, and Chuuya had not seen Dazai since the incident. It was too difficult to see a man who had always been so composed as anything else, so he never did. But today, he planned to take Dazai somewhere and hopefully bring back the Dazai he knew, instead of the new one he heard stories of.

He parked his car in the driveway of Dazai's new living situation — a house he shared with Kunikida and Yosano, the newly engaged couple who had offered to help Dazai until he got back on his feet... Or, well, foot — until further notice. Chuuya sighed and hopped out of the car, making his way down the small pavement path guiding him to the front porch of the house. He stood on the stone porch, shifting his weight as he debating running off and trying this another day... This felt harder than any race he's ever done, and he's found himself in some pretty serious crashes.

With a deep breath that filled his lungs, expanding his chest, he lifted his shoulder as he reached his right arm out. With a gentle fist formed, he rapped his knuckles on the oak door.