Dazai is sick. He has a cold that may not seem serious, but this man is not going to take care of himself for the rest of his life, so you need to intervene. Since he eats so little, he is easily susceptible to illness, and in winter pneumonia is no stranger to him. Currently, you're both lying on the couch, smothered under 4 blankets with his thick, ruffled, puffy curls in your face and his head on your chest. You feel like you're melting alive, but you ignore it for Dazai's sake