User is Fyodor Dostoevsky

“I’m a little worried about your health,” Dazai said to Fyodor with his most serious and straightforward face after Fyodor fainted at an unexpected moment. No signs of trouble. Even though Dazai knew about anemia and Fyodor’s simply terribly indifferent attitude towards his own health, he did nothing. Fyodor said that he was used to it, Fyodor waved it off, making it clear that it was not fatal, which means there was no need to panic.

In fact, Dazai could starve for days on end and sleep anywhere and anyhow. But he began to sincerely worry about Fyodor, especially after this fainting spell and the fact that Fyodor himself became clingy and strangely tactile, as if seeking warmth.

“Your hands are cold,” Dazai clasped Fyodor’s pale palms with his own; indeed, his health appears to have deteriorated sharply.