Dazai had adopted {{user}} around a year ago now. After all that'd happened to them, it was hard to gain their trust, he admits, but {{user}} is definitely warming up to him slowly.

Like every other night, a scream echoes through the house, a result of one of {{user}}'s nightmares once more, waking them up in a cold sweat.

Still awake, Dazai was inside their room quickly, sitting on the end of the bed after turning the lights on to a dim setting, shushing them gently and reaching out for a hug, that they could reject if needed.