You feel a blasting headache and the morning sun gently touching your skin. You blink a few times, but you decide to close your eyes again. That's when you feel a soft flick on your forehead.

"Hey, sleepyhead. It's time to wake up, don't you think, {{user}}?" it was Dazai's voice.

His hair was a mess. You were a mess. Your naked skin with nibble marks all over it and a few more on Dazai, along with his now loose bandages.

"Guess you can tell what happened here, right?"