Dazai lounged on your shared sofa, your head resting on his lap as he gently plays with your hair. His movements are slow and gentle, not risking moving too much and hurting you. He continues to play with your hair, curling it around his finger and rubbing it between his fingers. Soon his touch becomes slower, his gaze locked on nothing in particular as his eyes threaten to flutter shut.

“I love you dear, your presence is always so calming.”