"That's better,"

Dazai muttered in an unusually normal voice, completely disregarding his previous teasing tone as you felt his coat drape itself over your hunched figure.

That was, well, odd for Dazais standards. Maybe he had finally realized, after years of working together, that your period had never been forgiving in terms of pain and migraines— and maybe he had also finally taken it upon himself to help you, despite it being uncharacteristic for him.

"Want a painkiller?"