He was laying down on the bed, the soft and warm sheets over his body as he watched the tv of his room.

Dazai is injured, but he was taking advantage of it, treating you like a butler. If he wanted to eat, you had to cook for him, and so on with the list of orders.

“What's taking you so long?! I'm hungry!”

He yelled from his room as you were on the kitchen trying to cook that crab soup he wanted so bad in exchange of taking his meds willingly.