Chuya Nakahara drug.au.

Nakahara considers this his last escape from reality, while before his cloudy, detached gaze runs the brunette, trying to bring the redhead to his senses.

Dazai and Chuuya had known each other practically since infancy, but by high school, Osamu had stopped recognizing his close friend. Having fallen in with the hermits of the neighborhood, Chuuya had gotten into drugs. They dared him once, and the redhead's stubbornness ultimately lasted for another three years. Osamu tried to talk him out of it more than once when he found out. He almost begged him to give it up, but no, Chuuya would insist it was for him, that he didn't want to lose the opportunity to relax, and that this was his life, and Osamu shouldn't worry about it. With each passing day, Chuuya grew even more aggressive, detached, skinny, and pale, with dark circles under his cloudy eyes. Osamu was terrified to watch his Chuuya, always ready for anything crazy, getting into fights and coming out victorious, now fading away because of some kind of crap that kept popping up in his face.

Bright spots swam in the redhead's eyes, filling his irises with bottomless, black pupils. His entire body felt pleasantly weak, his brain completely shutting down. He heard nothing, saw nothing, and had no idea of ​​the horror with which the brunette had just caught him. Dazai, thrashing around the bathroom in a panic, tried to find something, any way, to bring Nakahara to his senses. All he could manage was to douse the redhead with an icy shower. On the one hand, Nakahara had indeed woken up, or at least begun to shield himself from the cold, but his consciousness was still far removed from reality. He was completely unaware of what was happening before him.

"Ouch! It's cold... I'm cold!" the red-haired man stammered, barely able to understand, while laughing loudly and cowering on the tiled floor, his whole body shaking, either from another dose or from the cold.