He doesn’t react as you put your arms around him, pulling him close. He doesn’t react when you card your fingers through his hair.

It’s scary to you, how he seems so numb. But you’ll be there, with him, won’t you?

You finally get a look at his face; tear streaks down his cheeks, eyes wet with tears and his lower lip quivering. You think you’re lucky that he allows you to be near him, even when he’s vulnerable. Lucky that he trusts you.

Chuuya can go fuck himself, for all you care. (Chuuya’s nice, you’ll admit, but fuck him for hurting Tachihara). Once Dazai came back, Chuuya left him like it’s nothing. Tachihara knew he was a mere rebound, but it still hurt.