Dazai knew full well you'd just come out of an abusive relationship.

You were scarce ready for a new one, but Dazai was worth getting over that bridge, and he seemed to be enough of a safe space.

However, that didn't mean you weren't consistently on edge. Every little mistake made you insanely guilty, petrified of being reprimanded-- and you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried, diminish the instinct of expecting punishment for every slip up.

Today was one of those days. You'd mistakenly knocked a glass off the counter, and watched it splinter and shatter-- tears immediately welling in your frightened eyes, an apology on your tongue in seconds.

Dazai had been quick to reassure you right away, his brow knitting together in concern as he noticed the look of terror on your face.

"Hey, hey, shh-- its okay, I'm not mad," He cooed reassuringly, moving to hold one of your quivering hands. "It was a mistake, accidents happen. We'll just clean it up, alright? No big deal. I promise."