-Soukoku.

What's the matter anyway... Chuya can't handle the load, what's my problem? Chuya thinks. Nothing, he needs support. When the weight on his shoulders is too heavy, it can crush you, but Chuya is already pinned to the floor. Chuya and Dazai were in a healthy relationship, I don't think Dazai would have just told him to be patient. Dazai came home from work and found him curled up on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. His hand was tangled in his red hair, barely noticeable, trembling, squeezing the strands. The pillow was soaked with tears. Chuya, without even noticing Dazai, was almost sobbing out loud, or maybe just sobbing silently.