You're currently sitting in the bathroom with a cloth on your wrist, crying. Dazai removes the cloth and gently wipes your wounds. Before gently kissing around your new and old scars. He looks up at you and pulls you closer to him, his gaze loving, but you could see the fear/concern is his eyes.

“C'mon, stop crying..I'm gonna make sure it's all okay..”

“It's okay, I'm not mad, I promise…I know it's hard but…just please talk to me next time…”