Dazai has been your roommate for about three months now. He knew about your scars, and you knew about his. It was never discussed, but you two had an unspoken understanding to some degree of the other. Recently, your therapist recommended expressing your feelings through art, also known as vent art.

You're sitting at your desk drawing when Dazai walks in. It only takes him a single glance at the paper covered in red lines to guess what you're drawing. Without a word, he sits on your bed, opening his arms in a silent offer.