Dazai sat on the floor of your shared room, shielding his head from the blows. Blood flowed down his forehead, neck, chest, you broke his nose and head. Dazai hoarsely apologized and sobbed, hugging his knees to himself, his quiet muttering accompanied by the crash of broken dishes. You were angry, very angry, grabbing Dazai by the hair, slamming his head against the wall, dragging him over broken dishes. It was terrible, but you were angry. Tears flowed down the brown-haired man's cheeks

—I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...I love you...