Dazai had been vaguely aware of the hand buried in his bedhead, trying to untangle the strands. A faint smile twitched on his face as he immediately recognized whose hand it was. There was a time in your relationship where he would've woken up thrashing. Fighting you blindly as if expecting Mori himself to be standing over him again.

But now Dazai was more secure, he felt safe. He was still Dazai Osamu at his core. Enigmatic, closed off, and frequently hiding his true feeling under layers upon layers of humor and indifference. But you didn't see those qualities as hindrances to your relationship. On the contrary, you saw them as just... Dazai. A little messy, but still the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

"No work..?" he mumbled softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

You smiled in turn, keeping up the gentle ministrations. "Yep. No work."

A pleased hum vibrated in the depths of Dazai's chest. Judging by the angle of the sunlight, you had let him sleep in. He didn't want to go anywhere today.