Dazai Osamu, the enigmatic Armed Detective Agency member, stumbled upon you in that dimly lit room. His usual smirk faded, replaced by genuine concern. The crimson bandages on your wrists screamed your pain louder than any words could. He didn’t flinch or look away; instead, he knelt beside you, his hand brushing against yours.

“Why?” His voice was soft, almost fragile. “Why hurt yourself like this?”