He literally does not care about the state of his body, you know. That's why he says you got hurt worse: he cares about what happens to you more than about what happens to himself.
[He is absolutely not going to discuss the complicated thing that is 'Chuuya and Dazai's odd friendship/dating/romance/what the fuck'.]
It's a complicated thing that has everything to do with our abilities and we're not talking about it because I can't explain it and you wouldn't understand anyway.
I guess that would depend on a few things. Is Akechi one of the few people in your world to have the same power as you, and understands the position you're in relative to that power because he's also been in that position? And so while you think his personality is kind of rotten and probably would want nothing to do with him if circumstances were different, you're stuck with him in your life because you don't know what else to do with him?
[He's expecting a 'no', because he does not Persona.]
Hugs are what you do, right? Chuuya remembers all those times Akira helped him at critical moments, and whenever it felt like Chuuya was about to cry, Akira usually hugged him.
So he carefully reaches around Akira- no accidentally hurting him by being rough with wounds- and pulls him into a gentle but solid hug.
[. . . haha. funny how you think you'll be okay after murdering and carving out the heart of someone who looked like a person you cared about. funny how, when things quiet down and the world slows down, you really aren;t]
[the touch is solid. an anchor onto which Akira grasps to keep him grounded. to keep him whole]
[he leans into that touch, slumping up against Chuuya's side wordlessly. he says nothing, and he isn't crying]
[It's fine. He can be not okay. Chuuya definitely doesn't expect him to be okay. Chuuya can't even imagine how conflicted he would be if he had killed Dazai rather than Randou. So they can stay there, and Chuuya can hold onto Akira while Akira holds onto him.
He thinks back to home, back to a time with the Sheep. When the little ones had trouble dealing with thunderstorms, some of the older ones- the ones with more empathy, not Chuuya- would sing to the kids or tell them stories to distract them. Maybe he should do that? Singing's out, Chuuya can barely hum, but maybe a story...]
One time, when it was raining, I was sitting inside a warehouse and watching water drop from a leaky ceiling. You know how if you count the time between a flash of lightning and the clap of thunder it tells you how far away the storm is? I thought I could do the same thing with the drips, except it'd tell me how hard it was raining outside. So I watched a drop fall, and I counted: one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand...
[It is a stupidly mundane story, but that's why he's telling it. To try and divert Akira's attention from the horrors he's seen over the last 24 hours.]
[. . . it's stupid, it's mundane, but it. . . helps. Akira pictures the leaky ceiling, the gentle thrum of rain beating against the rooftop. he pictures the water droplets condensing until they're too bit to stay stuck to the rafters, until they splatter on the wooden floor and scatter into thousands of tiny beads]
[he pictures that instead of Akechi's betrayed expression, blood pouring from his side]
It did. When the rain was heavier, the drops fell after a second or two. During the heaviest of the downpour, there wasn't even time to count to one before another fell. But then the storm started to drift away, and the drops came further and further apart. I started getting to five seconds. Then seven. Then ten.
And you know, an incredible thing happened, as the clouds receded and sun started to filter in through the cracks in the warehouse walls. Each drop- which was pretty far apart by now- fell at just the right place to reflect those beams of lights. It was like looking into a shining crystal as it reflected a fractured rainbow in all directions. And I sat there for a long, long time, watching those kaleidoscopic colors bounce in every direction.
It was like nature was offering up a trade, you know? "Hey, sorry it got gloomy there for a bit, here's some beauty to make up for it."
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Date: 2020-06-26 11:50 pm (UTC)[Just. Putting that out there.]
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Date: 2020-06-26 11:52 pm (UTC)I know.
But that's why he has you, right? You care about what happens to him.
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Date: 2020-06-26 11:55 pm (UTC)...something like that, I guess.
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Date: 2020-06-26 11:56 pm (UTC)[lifts a hand to ruffle Chuuya's hair a bit]
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:02 am (UTC)Don't make it weirder than it already is! I don't even like him. I just don't want him dead at every second of the day anymore.
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:03 am (UTC)You know there are a lot of ways to "like" someone, right?
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:10 am (UTC)[He is absolutely not going to discuss the complicated thing that is 'Chuuya and Dazai's odd friendship/dating/romance/what the fuck'.]
It's a complicated thing that has everything to do with our abilities and we're not talking about it because I can't explain it and you wouldn't understand anyway.
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:11 am (UTC)[leaning his shoulder against Chuuya's]
Or have you forgotten Akechi?
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:16 am (UTC)[He's expecting a 'no', because he does not Persona.]
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:20 am (UTC)[gives Chuuya a bland look that is kind of mitigated by the eye patch]
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:25 am (UTC)[...]
Do you make out with him sometimes not because you like him, but because it's really hot?
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Date: 2020-06-27 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-27 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-27 12:52 am (UTC)Yeah.
[another beat]
And because he was being stupid and I wanted to calm him down.
[HE MADE A MISTAKE]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:01 am (UTC)Huh. I guess you do understand how it is, then.
[Yeah, Chuuya and Dazai's whole thing is a bunch of teenage hormones and Stupid.]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:06 am (UTC)[popping that 'p' for emphasis]
But even that's a kind of "like." It might not be strictly romantic, but. . . you know.
[shrugs. . .?]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:19 am (UTC)[Dazai seems to like calling him a 'boyfriend' though, so there's that. Chuuya still is trying to figure out what he even wants in life.]
But that must've made it hard for you, to have to fight Akechi. And, er. Do the heart thing.
[He's assuming Akira did the heart thing.]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:20 am (UTC)[. . .]
[what's probably telling is that Akira doesn't say a damn word in response to that, either]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:27 am (UTC)It makes him scoot a little closer on the bed.]
You don't have to say anything, don't worry about it.
[It's funny. Most people don't get that level of consideration from Chuuya. But Akira does.]
...I'm not really the best at 'comforting' or saying the right words or anything, but uh. If you need me, I'm here. Okay?
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:31 am (UTC)[he still doesn't say anything, but his hands curl into fists in his lap, fingers tightening around the fabric of his pants]
[. . .]
[Chuuya will notice that his shoulders are hunched and he's shaking slightly]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:37 am (UTC)Hugs are what you do, right? Chuuya remembers all those times Akira helped him at critical moments, and whenever it felt like Chuuya was about to cry, Akira usually hugged him.
So he carefully reaches around Akira- no accidentally hurting him by being rough with wounds- and pulls him into a gentle but solid hug.
He's here for you buddy.]
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Date: 2020-06-27 01:47 am (UTC)[the touch is solid. an anchor onto which Akira grasps to keep him grounded. to keep him whole]
[he leans into that touch, slumping up against Chuuya's side wordlessly. he says nothing, and he isn't crying]
[but he is totally and 100% not okay]
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Date: 2020-06-27 02:10 am (UTC)He thinks back to home, back to a time with the Sheep. When the little ones had trouble dealing with thunderstorms, some of the older ones- the ones with more empathy, not Chuuya- would sing to the kids or tell them stories to distract them. Maybe he should do that? Singing's out, Chuuya can barely hum, but maybe a story...]
One time, when it was raining, I was sitting inside a warehouse and watching water drop from a leaky ceiling. You know how if you count the time between a flash of lightning and the clap of thunder it tells you how far away the storm is? I thought I could do the same thing with the drips, except it'd tell me how hard it was raining outside. So I watched a drop fall, and I counted: one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand...
[It is a stupidly mundane story, but that's why he's telling it. To try and divert Akira's attention from the horrors he's seen over the last 24 hours.]
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Date: 2020-06-27 02:20 am (UTC)[he pictures that instead of Akechi's betrayed expression, blood pouring from his side]
Huh. . . [his voice is quiet] Did it work. . .?
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Date: 2020-06-27 02:31 am (UTC)And you know, an incredible thing happened, as the clouds receded and sun started to filter in through the cracks in the warehouse walls. Each drop- which was pretty far apart by now- fell at just the right place to reflect those beams of lights. It was like looking into a shining crystal as it reflected a fractured rainbow in all directions. And I sat there for a long, long time, watching those kaleidoscopic colors bounce in every direction.
It was like nature was offering up a trade, you know? "Hey, sorry it got gloomy there for a bit, here's some beauty to make up for it."
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