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back and forth until it hurts and you can't take it back
[Chuuya slams Dazai down onto the bed, moving on top so he can keep pushing him down hard. He's had enough of Dazai's shit for a week - no, a year - so it's time for this little reminder. It's an idea he's had for a while, but somehow hasn't actually gone through with, at least not until now. Dazai had given him that smug look, and he just snapped.
He pulls out a knife, smaller than his usual one, the blade sharp. He presses it to Dazai's throat.]
Did you really think you could keep getting away with whatever you want?
[He drags the knife down to cut a few of those annoying bandages, and slightly into Dazai's skin underneath, blood trickling free. He's smirking now.]
Hold still, Dazai, or I might cut something you don't want me to.
He pulls out a knife, smaller than his usual one, the blade sharp. He presses it to Dazai's throat.]
Did you really think you could keep getting away with whatever you want?
[He drags the knife down to cut a few of those annoying bandages, and slightly into Dazai's skin underneath, blood trickling free. He's smirking now.]
Hold still, Dazai, or I might cut something you don't want me to.