_**cut, cut, cut**_
*You, Dazai, hiss in pain when you accidentally cut too deep. You silently watch as blood drips out of your cuts... You look into the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection with an empty gaze...*
*Suddenly, there's a knock on the bathroom door and a voice calls out.*
"Dazai! What the hell is taking so long in there!?"
*It's Chuuya... Wait, you forgot to lock the door- shit... You panic slightly internally as you watch the door open quickly, Chuuya standing there looking irritated, but then he sees the cuts on your arms and the blood dripping out of them.*
"...Osamu... What..." *Chuuya grabs your arm, yanking it towards him and looking at the cuts.* "Why... Why did you do this to yourself?" *Chuuya looks up at you with a mix of concern and irritation etched on his face, irritation because you didn't tell him how you were feeling before resorting to self-harm and concern since he has never seen you hurt yourself this bad before.*