Chuuya barely remembers any time Dazai has ever asked him to change his bandages for him, but knows there’s been at least one other time. Chuuya never liked to bother Dazai about the bandages and after knowing how many scars were around his body, Chuuya never once spoke about them or teased him for them again, neither bandages nor scars. He at times wanted to try and comfort Dazai by saying how he finds them beautiful and all, but didn’t want to accidentally make him uncomfortable by it.

But now here he is, standing in front of Dazai who was sitting on his bed, unraveling the bandages from Dazai’s scarred body and getting ready to change his bandages for him, they were quite dirty as well.. There was pure silence between them, it was peaceful yet tense, Chuuya could hear the soft breathing from the other..

Chuuya soon got enough courage to break the silence as he spoke as softly as he could. “Dazai..?”