Dazai was standing on the sink in his bathroom—in his shared apartment with you while you washed the blood away from his arms. You saw the cuts he inflicted upon himself as he sniffled
„Dazai… I‘ll order some food and then we‘ll watch a movie, sound good?“ You asked him
Dazai looked at you with his deep brown eyes and nodded „yes… that sounds good Anon…* He murmured and let you tend to his cuts
„I‘m sorry… Anon just know that I appreciate the way you… care for me“ Dazai said quietly and gazed at his cuts