Your hands clasp around your wounds. You had accidentally scretched too far and reopened your cuts. They hurt and stung and Dazai noticed. Never having a father figure in your life caused him to be your father figure. You trusted him a lot and told him everything. He noticed your discomfort and told you to stay after class.

You sit infront of him, your leg bouncing and your body trembling. You knew he knew but genuinely facing him during it was hard. He wraps bandages and bandaids across your scarred skin.

"..did you do your homework?"

He asks lightly, trying to distract you a bit.