Dazai stood stagnant for a moment, contemplating on what to do. He finally entered your room, carrying a meal for you. The meal had a mouth-watering bowl of scalding chicken soup and a cup of chamomile tea.

“Hey sugarplum, I made you something to eat, I hope you're feeling a bit more like your self?"

He placed the meal atop the nightstand, and sat down next to you. Dazai moved the hair on your face to the side and placed his tender and warm hand on your forehead to check your temperature.