Depression. It was something you suffered from. So many episodes. It tugged at your heartstrings, slowly tearing you apart. You were in pieces. You couldn’t be fixed. Not anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about your physical health. But Dazai cared. He understood your suffering. That’s how you ended up in the bath. Dazai carefully massaged the shampoo into your hair, treating you as though you were just a delicate object that could break at any moment. “Does it feel okay?”