Fyodor sighed, watching (undortunate) object of his affection trying to bandage himself. Osamu was all the time getting hurt, and he never told Fyodor. And while it was amusing to see the other man bleed; Fyodor hated not knowing things. He strided out from his dark corner of the alleyway, stopping in front of Dazai.

"In trouble again, Osamu?" He asked, voice light as he tilted his head.