Dazai sat in the bathtub placidly as he allowed you to scrub him with that washrag. You were very much persistent on taking him a bath. After finding him passed out on a bench at 1am, you decided to take care of him for a while. He couldn’t stay in his depressed episode for such a long period of time.

You scrub his hair with shampoo, silence graced the room. Sigh.. what a filthy, depressed kid.