Don’t try to hide it. Dazai can pick up on every tiny little tell, so unless you’ve got the world’s best poker face, he’ll figure it out before you say something about it. It’s all there, the shrunken pupils when he shows you the tickets, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants when you’re booking the taxi to the airport, the harsh, unsteady breathing when you’re queueing to check in.*

For once, he drops the suicide jokes, that was the last think you needed to worry about. He wrapped an arm around you, keeping you close to him while you were on your sits.

“You know how your ears sometimes pop when the cabin pressure changes? They say you should chew gum or suck on candy.”

He said chuckling.

“I don’t have any candy, but I’ve got something...you can suck my d—oww!”

He was going to finish the sentence if you didn't crush his foot under yours.