𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑁𝑎𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎 • {𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡} •

"This is your new routine, " he said, handing her the paper.

The chestnut-haired boy narrowed his eyes before complaining in his typical childish way: Ewww, but it's so healthy, Chuuya, it's not really my style.

The boss just rolled his eyes in annoyance as he stood up from his chair: I'm not asking you, I'm just informing you.

Two days prior, Dazai could hardly believe this was possible. He remembered finishing a mission with his original Chuuya and approaching the redhead to deactivate Corruption. When he deactivated it, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Would he finally be going with Odasaku? But unfortunately, that wasn't the case. When he awoke, he was tied up in what appeared to be the Port Mafia headquarters, though the bandaged man was truly confused. Wasn't Mori-san afraid of him? Why capture him so suddenly? To his surprise, Chuuya was standing before him, but this wasn't the Chuuya he had been fighting alongside earlier. His expression was more strained, his usually fiery hair was dull, dark circles under his eyes indicated sleeplessness, and he looked hurt, scared, and desperate.

"What's wrong with you, you slug? This time you were the one who dragged me, my whole back hurts!" grumbled the brown-eyed man, still tied to the wall.

-D-Dazai? Is that really you?

"Huh? Chuuya, are you... crying?" he said, almost nervously; he had never seen Chuuya cry before.

Returning to the present, the Atsushi of this universe had explained everything. The Osamu Dazai of this world, or as he called him, "Dazai Beast," had deactivated his account, and, to Chuuya's misfortune, he had seen him fall to the ground. He had also convinced the redhead to release him from that torture chamber.