Dazai Osamu

    Dazai Osamu

    Who else would fix his bandages? || BSD AU

    Dazai Osamu
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    It was still a painful feeling.

    Crimson blood that seeped through his overworked bandages, bottles littered around him, his apartment a filthy mess. Cradling him as you tried to hoist him somewhere comfortable. Murmuring sweet nothings to keep him calm as you treated his self-inflicted wounds.

    It was another one of those nights, standing over his bed after cleaning him and his room up. Your hands resting entwined in his brunette hair, comforting him through his drunken sleep.

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