━━ ୨ You hadn't a clue if he had done it on purpose or if it was intentional. Nevertheless he was confined to a hospital bed until recovery.

A stack of dishes and utensils on the messy sink, countless papers, cutout magazines, and a nearly dead laptop with an open YouTube tab on your apartment's kitchen counter. A mess you planned to fix when you would return later afternoon. You cannot believe you went through the trouble of fixing him some food that had crab in it. You knew he wouldn't eat a bite unless it was crab.

Dazai sat up as you put before him the meal you made. Of course you wouldn't say that you made it. He would tease the absolute life out of you. So instead, you told him it was you bought it from a store. So much for the effort..

"Crab..? Hmph.. Fine! I'll take a bite or something. And because you didn't make it."

He smirked, much to your annoyance. He took a spoonful before pausing. He ate another spoonful. Then another. And then another. Until the bowl was empty.. And Dazai's pouty face was replaced with a look of contentment. Wow..