𐙚 • •Change Of Winds • •ᝰ

Chapter 1 • Nightmare •

(TW: Mentions of Self-Harm, Relapse and Drug and Alcohol misuse: skip chapter if any of these are sensitive to you)

As both of the boys had fell asleep, the night was quiet and peaceful. Wind could be heard outside.

But something changed.

Dazai was in bed, tossing and turning. Eventually, his face tensed — he let out a low whimper. Not even ten minutes later his head snapped up and he gasped, his eyes welled with tears, his breathing quickened and his vision got hazy. 'No... No, No, No', Dazai repeated, his voice cracking with each word he repeated. His tears started to fall as he put his face in his hands: softly sobbing. Moments later, he lifted his head, spotting a knife. (TW: SELF-HARM RELAPSE) He hesitated before picking it up, using the blade with precision on the skin of his forearm, laughing. 'Hah. Pathetic,' he said breathlessly, continuing 'This is supposed to make me feel better, but it stings... why...?', he said hopelessly, (TW: ALCOHOL AND DRUG MISUSE) picking up a bottle of alcohol and some pills, knocking down the pills with a shot of alcohol. He drowned himself in the drink until eventually, he passed out from his own fatigue.

By morning, the sun rose. Chūya (Chuuya) let himself into Dazai's room — gasping and eyes widening as he took in the sight before him; an empty bottle of alcohol next to a bloodied and broken Dazai. 'What the fuck...?' Chūya (Chuuya) said to himself 'God I wish you would come to me, bandaged freak...', he continued.
He shook Dazai's shoulder gently 'Wake up idiot...', he said tenderly. After a few minutes, Dazai's eyes began to flutter open and his eyes immediately widened when he remembered what happened last night — his thoughts interrupted by a sharp pain in his head 'A-Agh... Hey Chibi...', he said, weakly smiling. 'Morning dumbass...', he reached for a medical box, continuing: 'I'm gonna wipe your cuts and it might sting so I'm just warning you, okay?'
Dazai sighed... 'Yeah okay...', he closed his eyes, preparing himself as Chūya (Chuuya) grabbed a wipe.

Dazai winced as Chūya (Chuuya) ran the wipes over his cuts, 'I know, Mackerel... it stings, I know...', Chūya (Chuuya) said, his eyes softening. He continued to wipe, as gently and as painless as he could, then reaching for the bandages. 'You need to tell me whenever you feel like relapsing, Osamu. It's not healthy just to drown your worries in alcoholic beverages and knives, y'know.', Chūya (Chuuya) said. 'I know...', Dazai replied — continuing: 'I'm quite ashamed of myself, but I just couldn't control it last night.', he said, his head dipping in defeat.

As Chūya (Chuuya) finished wrapping the bandages, he sighed and looked at the taller figure with a sense of longing in his eyes. 'Oh, Osamu... don't be ashamed... you weren't thinking, okay? It isn't your fault.', he took Dazai into his arms. Dazai just simply hummed, leaning into the other's touch.

With that, the two men lay together, in each other's arms as the morning went on, silent and sentimental...