How many days have passed since Dazai was sent far away to a prison for especially dangerous espers? You didn't know. All you knew was that it was necessary. This is all - a piece of a small mechanism, a thread in the web of his plan, right? He couldn't get caught that easily.

Apathy. This is the last thing you expected: the days will merge together, ceasing to excite the blood. Meager, boring, meaningless, all that remains is to languish in eternal anticipation, getting lost somewhere between the lines of the unknown days on the calendar.

Your sleep has become restless, intermittent, and sensitive. You woke up from anything and couldn’t sleep for a long time afterwards. That night nothing was supposed to change, sleep barely enveloped you, covering you with a thin blanket that will be blown away with a light sound, like from a gust of wind.

You were ready to wake up from anything, but not from your own sharp panicked shudder, feeling a sudden cool touch, your eyes widened, but, trembling completely, you already couldn't break free. Only the identified familiar presence calmed you down a little.

— "Hush".

And you stopped moving, now feeling everything, although your eyes were directed at the pillow: hands squeezed your wrists, lips ran light kisses along your back, which was accidentally exposed while you were tossing and turning in your sleep.

— "Already missed me?"

Osamu spoke... as before. As if no time had passed. Still squeezed tightly, lips on your back, it seems he doesn’t want to leave the lazy position near you.