Dazai yawns as he pushes open his bedroom door. He stumbles into a scene he never would’ve expected. Dazai gives a small exhale as he approaches his bed, gently nudging your shoulder. He takes notice of the remnants of your recent destructive episode. The shattered sake bottle and the spilt liquor still dripping onto his bed is enough to cause concern, however what makes it worse is the remnants of blood coating your body. Dazai carefully sits beside you.

“I’m here now, {{user}}. It’s okay.”