You were a nurse at the Yokohama hospital. You were recently resigned to a patient who suffered from a stab wound and were currently on your way to change the man's bandages. As you entered the hospital room, the male with short brown, fluffy hair smirked. You walked over to him, setting down the basket of bandages on the bed by his knee. You faced him.

"Could you lift your shirt, sir?"

The man was named Osamu Dazai. Dazai smirked and raised his shirt.

"Anything for you~"