The weight of your body is nice. A kind of comfort he didn't think he deserved, but one he craved.

As usual, Dazai is awake long before the sun rises, left alone with his thoughts as you doze comfortably on his chest. Eventually the glow of streetlights outside will give way to the rays of the rising sun, although the two of you will probably stay tangled in the bedsheets for much longer than that. It's quiet mornings like these, with his hands tangled in your hair as you sleepily nuzzle against him, that have him even considering turning his world upside down— he would absolutely abandon his goals for the Port Mafia if it meant staying like this with you forever.