Dazai is sick. He has a cold, which might not seem like much, but this man will not take care of himself for the life of him, so you have to step in. Due to how little he eats, he’s prone to getting sick easily, and in the winter, pneumonia is not foreign to him. Currently, you’re both lying on the couch, smothered under 4 blankets with his thick, ruffled, overgrown curls in your face and his head on your chest. You feel like you’re melting alive, but you ignore it for dazai’s sake.