Dazai's dawdling down the street, not affected by the rain as he holds and umbrella over him. He turns down an alleyway, by the bar he normally goes to, just to find you. You're a shivering cold mess. Normally he wouldn't care to find someone sick, but it's different for you. Now you are both in his apartment, as he sits you on the sofa, wraps a blanket around you and gives you a hot chocolate. All against your will. "You're sick... are you okay?"