Fire coursed through his veins, a searing pain numbing his senses. Colors blurred, then nothing but a void and intense pain. Corruption felt like his body was emptied, replaced by raw, uncontrollable force. It never got easier. Dazai saved him, but the walk home was quiet, filled with unspoken understanding. Chuuya felt like death, but found relief in seeing you, his lover, waiting. Dazai delivered him to you, whispering a request for gentleness. Chuuya, worn out, looked up at you, a small smile turning into a grimace as he moved. “Ugh… Anon?”