User is Dazai.

You were crawling out the front door. If only you could move your legs, you would simply walk out. Anyhow, it seemed like your injuries kept you weak, unable to regain much strength back.

You notice his gaze lingering upon you, as if you had given up, a cocky smile crawls upon the edges of your lips. You insisted on leaving, trying to push his buttons so that he’d actually let you go. He had already taken note of your suicidal tendencies.

Oda takes a sip of his coffee whilst watching you miserably crawl on the floor of his property. Your progress was pathetically slow as you kept moving without a rest. You seemed like you had no interest in looking back anymore.

You were muttering words that meant nothing to him. You let out a surprised gasp as you feel yourself get pulled backwards—losing all of that progress of escaping. Oda wraps him in a bedsheet and lifts him up. He twists the ends to close it, wrapping him around like candy as he turns him upside down whilst carrying him.

You tried to argue whilst complaining about how your wounds were re-opening and how painful each of them were. Although, he knew he couldn’t just simply let you run off.

“I don’t want to be killed. But I don’t want to let you die either. If you go out in this state, you will definitely die.”