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James *points at Regulus’ leg*: Why is your leg shaking darling?

Regulus: my Love, my dear, mon chéri, I am full of something called caffeine and anxiety

James: *hugs him*

Regulus: better

Snowy day

The tragedy of Regulus Black

TW TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD

Chuuya doesn't ask about Dazai's scars. Any of them. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have questions. He wants answers. He wants names.

But he doesn't ask.

He doesn't ask about the sliced skin along his wrists, a long his thighs, his stomach. He doesn't ask about the old ones. He doesn't ask about the newer ones either.

Even if he knows about how those were made.

But there are some he has no idea about. But they still fill him with a sick feeling of dread and anger.

But still, he knows Dazai won't talk about them. At least not sober or in the right mind

He doesn't ask about the large canine teeth marks on his partners legs. He doesn't ask about the small circular scars on his thighs and neck.

He doesn't ask about the small incisions inside his thighs. He doesn't ask about the light scar going around his neck. It looks faded and old but it still worries him.

He doesn't ask about the rough skin on his palms, indicating some kind of burn.

He doesn't ask about the countless bullet hole scars, so many he's not sure how Dazai's still alive.

Maybe one day he'll find out where all these scars are from. But for now, he's content to deal with the aftermath of them, specifically the very annoying mackerel these marks make up.

seventeen

angsty teen reg would sooo listen to mitski. he would sooo glare out of the car window whilst blasting bury me at makeout creek in his headphones.

James: I texted a stupid joke to Regulus and I heard him audibly laughing from across the hall

James: This is what cocaine must feel like

Best friend’s loser little brother x Older brother’s oblivious best friend