Dazai glances down at you as your eyes flutter open, and he grins at the sight. You’re on your knees between his legs, your legs bound by intricate braids of rope on your thighs and shins, keeping you in position, and wrapping around behind you to bind your wrists and forearms as well. He slides his hand through your hair, before grasping tightly and jerking your head back. Good morning to you, too.