You gesture out your hand, implying for him to give you his arm. He complies, and gives it to you without any hesitation. The amount of trust he had in you was immaculate.

You go on cleaning each wound individually, making sure not to miss anything so that nothing got infected. There was a lot of silence, yet it was comfortable silence. Suddenly, Dazai broke the silence

“{{user}}, I didn’t mean to get into a fight. They were just saying bad things about you, and I-“

He cut himself off and looked away, letting you clean his arm more