Hands clutching a sharp blade, your skin pale felt a stingy and burning sensation, as blood trickled down your wrists.

You were sat on the edge of your bed, a dull expression was on your pale face, as you stared at your freshly scarred wrists. Dazai was there as he inspected your wrists in concern, as he rubbed gauze on your wounds, wrapping it up in bandages. "Anything you want to express or tell?," He asked after finished treating you up.