when you're helpless, waiting to collide

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[Chuuya has lost all track of time while he's been there. The drugs they've injected him with has him slipping in and out of consciousness, and it's making it difficult to think, made worse by the fact that every inch of his body seems to hurt. He only vaguely remembers the fight. He's pretty sure his coffee had been drugged when he bought it, that or his croissant, and then when he'd felt so dizzy only his ability could keep him standing, he'd been attacked out of nowhere by two ability users. One of them had some sort of lightning based ability, he's not sure about the other.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

He's been trying to gauge his injuries, figure out if he'll be able to move, trying to figure out a way to break himself free. He's chained up, but he should be able to break those if the drugs wear off. The door to this room looks solid, but he can break it. If not for the drugs.

At some point, someone comes into the room and injects him with another dose, and he loses all consciousness again. When he wakes up, he starts the thought process over. Where is he, can he fight, how will he get out. He's not the type to ever just wait to be rescued.]

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[indensity]

[Chuuya relaxes more when Dazai settles in with him, when he feels Dazai's arms holding him as well. It's a rare indulgence that's always felt forbidden, but he's drunk enough now that he doesn't have to worry about that, at least. And with everything he said earlier, this is probably pretty minor in the end.

He can panic about all of it tomorrow, if he remembers.]

Remind me to punch you in the morning.

[He's not a dog?! But also, he's too comfortable to waste energy on getting angry. He knows he won't punch Dazai in the morning. It's just an excuse so Dazai doesn't think he got away with calling him a dog.

It will be too easy to fall asleep like this.]