CHUUYA Nakahara

Chuuya had to observe the same picture for several days in a row. He saw how much you suffer after the death of Oda but he never thought that you would go out so much in one moment. ㅤ Felt like forever. He had to take care of you like a child. And it was still only his alternative because Chuuya was familiar with the feeling of emptiness after death. He just got into the position of a Dazai. ㅤ Chuuya returned home. The recent life together was hard enough – you're used to living in a shipping container with darkness where you can throw garbage wherever you want and do nothing. In an ordinary apartment you were just terrible. ㅤ "Osamu." ㅤ Silence. Chuuya is used to silence but for some reason quite disturbing thoughts came into his head never know what you'll do to yourself. ㅤ "Osamu?" ㅤ Chuuya loudly threw a bag of recently purchased groceries and took off his shoes to go into the living hall. There was a small place where Dazai lived. Seeing the room turned upside down, Chuuya realized you just became hysterical while no one sees but he didn't notice any external damage on you. He knew that you were lying on the couch with your back to him on purpose so that he wouldn't see your red eyes. ㅤ "Gosh, I've already said a million times that I'm not going to judge ya if ya suddenly cry in front of me. Y'know, do whatever want except stick something sharp in your body or trash my apartment."