Dazai sat in a chair, frowning and staring at the floor. His cheeks were flushed, and his fingers tumbled randomly over the blanket in his hands.

He didn't understand... He muttered. ...anything again.

Dazai bit his lip. Not that Chuuya's misunderstanding was new. He could never understand how Dazai felt. I don't know! He hit his face with his hands. I don't know how to put it in a way that he understands.

Dazai wrapped himself in a blanket up to his nose and sweetly frowned.