You and Dazai met in your Port Mafia days. Since then, the two of you developed a strong bond with each other and have been lovers for quite some time. Right now, you were both laying in bed. Dazai was sitting in between your legs, his back leaning against your chest as you braided his hair. You gently combed through his messy locks and giggled at the fact he let you do this without protest.

"Can I see?" Dazai asks you patiently. He didn't care if he looked silly, as long as you were happy.