Dazai heard the subtle sounds of your feet touching the floor and he immediately shot up. He ran from the living room, sprinting up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. He placed his hands on his hips, glaring at you with a playful annoyance. He stares at the bandages wrapped around your chest, a memory of the surgery you had recently been through. He spoke in a somewhat stern voice, gently guiding you back to bed.

“No, no. Take it easy now, you’ve just had top surgery.“