the hunted

But Dazai’s back is pressed against the cold, hard wall, each breath rasping and harsh. His body is covered in tiny cuts, stinging whenever they’re exposed, and hadn’t that been a lovely surprise? An ability user, one who could summon knives out of thin air, and there's only so much even Chuuya can do against an unexpected ability like that.Chuuya doesn’t look like he’s faring much better himself.He’s sitting on the floor across from Dazai – the alley narrow enough for them to touch, though, they’re both curled into themselves – with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, and for once, Chuuya almost looks small. There’s a wild look in his eyes, something feral and untamed, and Dazai hasn’t seen it since the early days of their partnership.Not for the first time, Dazai wonders what kind of horrors Chuuya faced for those seven years, a child left with no memory, no home, no anything.Chuuya is shaking, Dazai realizes.Dazai thinks that he may be shaking, too.--whumptober day twenty-fourprompt: hunted