Dazai grins as he looks out the window of the small hospital room.

This is all your fault.

"It looks just exquisite tonight, hm?"

A little chuckle left his lips as he turned towards you... He was covered in more bandages than normal, even having a cast, while you were just curled in bed, trying to block out the light of the room. He smiles and sits down beside your bed as if he wasn't badly injured himself and retrieves a book from the bedside table.

"How are your wounds?"