#bsd tetchou

꒰ osamu dazai ꒱

you’ve faced armed criminals.

explosions. interrogations. death.

but this?

this is worse.

“…it’s just a blood test,” you say, voice tight as you stare at literally anywhere except the tray.

dazai hums beside you. “ah, yes. the most terrifying opponent of all, medical equipment.”

“don’t joke,” you mutter, gripping your sleeve.

you will be fine.

you’re fine.

you’re...

the nurse pulls out the needle.

you’re not fine.

your brain short circuits instantly.

nope.

no.

absolutely not.

“i forgot something,” you say abruptly, already backing toward the door.

dazai doesn’t even look up. “you forgot your will to live?”

“i forgot i have somewhere else to be-”

you turn

and immediately walk straight into dazai’s chest.

a bandaged arm wraps loosely around your waist.

“running away?” he murmurs, far too amused.

“i’m not running, i’m strategically retreating.”

“mm. of course.”

you try to step away.

your knees wobble.

bad sign.

very bad sign.

“…belladonna,” dazai’s tone shifts slightly, softer, “you’re swaying.”

“i’m not-”

the room tilts.

oh.

oh no.

your grip tightens on his sleeve. “i don’t feel-”

dazai moves fast.

one arm steadies you, the other gently tilting your head away from the tray. “don’t look,” he murmurs.

“i wasn’t going to-”

“you were absolutely going to.”

“…okay, i was.”

he sighs softly, guiding you to sit.

“may i?” he asks quietly, fingers brushing your wrist.

you nod weakly.

he intertwines your fingers with his, grounding, steady.

“listen to me instead,” he says. “ignore everything else.”

your breathing is uneven.

fast.

“you’re safe,” he continues, voice low and calm. “it will be over before you realize it.”

“…liar.”

“perhaps,” he hums. “but i’m holding your hand, so that makes me a trustworthy liar.”

you huff a shaky laugh.

your vision flickers again.

dazai squeezes your hand lightly. “stay with me.”

“i hate this,” you mumble.

“i know.”

his thumb brushes your knuckles, slow and rhythmic.

“focus on that,” he murmurs. “not the needle. not the room. just this.”

you cling to his hand like it’s the only thing keeping you here.

and honestly?

it kind of is.

“…it’s done,” the nurse says a moment later.

you blink.

“…that’s it?”

dazai smiles faintly. “see? you survived. how disappointing.”

“…shut up.”

but you don’t let go of his hand.

and he doesn’t pull away.

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

chuuya knows something’s off immediately.

you’re too stiff.

too quiet.

“…you good?” he asks, eyeing you.

“fine,” you say quickly. too quickly.

he narrows his eyes. “you don’t look fine.”

“i am fine.”

the nurse walks in.

you stop breathing.

chuuya follows your gaze.

sees the needle.

oh.

“…you’re scared of those?” he asks, softer now.

“no,” you lie.

immediately.

terribly.

he snorts. “you’re a liar.”

“shut up.”

the nurse preps everything.

you’re already halfway to the door.

“nope. no. i’m leaving.”

a hand grabs your wrist, not rough, but firm.

“hey,” chuuya says, pulling you back gently. “c’mon. you’ve taken down guys twice your size, and this is what gets you?”

“yes.”

“…fair.”

you try to pull away again.

your vision swims.

“…oh, hell,” chuuya mutters, catching you as you stumble.

“don’t let them near me,” you mumble weakly, clutching his coat.

“i won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” he says, voice suddenly much softer.

he sits you down, crouching in front of you.

“look at me.”

you do.

reluctantly.

his hands come up, hovering near your face. “can i?”

you nod.

he cups your cheeks lightly, forcing your focus onto him.

“stay with me,” he says. “don’t look anywhere else. just me.”

“…you’re bossy.”

“yeah, well, it’s working.”

you huff weakly.

his thumbs brush under your eyes, grounding.

“you’re okay,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”

you barely feel the needle.

because you’re too focused on the warmth of his hands and the steady way he’s looking at you like you’re something fragile, something worth protecting.

“…done,” the nurse says.

you blink.

“…seriously?”

chuuya smirks. “told ya.”

“…i hate you.”

“yeah, yeah.”

but he doesn’t move his hands right away.

just in case you still need him.

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

jouno knows before you even enter the room.

your heartbeat is erratic.

your breathing uneven.

“…how interesting,” he muses.

“don’t start,” you warn.

“you’re afraid.”

“i’m not.”

“you are.”

“…i hate you.”

“noted.”

you sit down stiffly.

determined.

you will not embarrass yourself.

the nurse brings out the needle.

your entire body locks.

jouno tilts his head slightly, listening.

“…your pulse just spiked.”

“shut up.”

you stand abruptly.

“i’m leaving.”

you make it exactly two steps before your vision goes white.

“ah,” jouno says calmly, catching you with surprising ease. “there it is.”

“i’m fine,” you mumble.

“you are about to faint.”

“i am not—”

you sway.

“…how inconvenient,” he sighs, guiding you back down.

his hand rests lightly on your shoulder.

“stay seated.”

“that was my plan.”

“you were walking toward the exit.”

“…that was also my plan.”

jouno hums.

then, unexpectedly, his fingers find your hand.

“…hold still.”

you blink. “…you’re holding my hand?”

“would you prefer to pass out?”

“…no.”

“then be quiet.”

his grip is firm.

grounding.

not overly gentle, but steady in a way that keeps you anchored.

“focus on my voice,” he instructs. “not the procedure.”

“you’re bossy too.”

“yes.”

you huff.

but you listen.

because his voice is clear. controlled. easy to follow.

“…you’re doing well,” he adds after a moment.

you blink.

“…i am?”

“yes.”

“…don’t sound so surprised.”

“i am always surprised.”

you snort weakly.

“…done,” the nurse says.

you freeze.

“…already?”

jouno releases your hand. “yes.”

then, quieter

“…you didn’t faint.”

“…barely.”

“still counts.”

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

you’re pacing.

that’s never a good sign.

tetcho watches silently.

“…you are distressed,” he states.

“i am not.”

“you are pacing in a straight line repeatedly.”

“…it helps me think.”

“what are you thinking about?”

“…running.”

“i see.”

the nurse calls you in.

you stop moving.

completely.

“…i don’t want to go in there,” you admit quietly.

tetcho considers this.

then nods.

“that is understandable.”

you blink. “…you’re not going to force me?”

“no.”

“…oh.”

pause.

“…but you still need the test,” he adds.

“…oh.”

you sigh.

defeated.

you walk in.

sit down.

regret everything.

the needle appears.

you immediately stand back up.

“nope.”

tetcho gently takes your shoulders. “sit.”

“i don’t want to.”

“i know.”

“…you’re not helping.”

he tilts his head.

then, without warning, he takes your hand.

you freeze.

“…what are you doing?”

“providing support.”

“…this is support?”

“yes.”

his grip is warm.

steady.

unmoving.

you glance at him.

he’s completely serious.

that somehow makes it easier.

“…don’t let go,” you mutter.

“i will not.”

you sit back down.

your grip tightens.

you squeeze his hand hard, very hard.

he doesn’t react.

doesn’t even flinch.

“…you are strong,” he comments.

“sorry.”

“it is acceptable.”

you barely notice the needle.

because you’re too focused on not crushing his hand.

“…it’s done,” the nurse says.

you blink.

“…oh.”

tetcho nods. “you did well.”

“…thanks.”

you don’t let go right away.

and neither does he.

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