Dazai doesn't show the monstrosity that lays underneath his bandages to just anyone. He hates them. It reminds him he's alive.

Dazai doesn't feel that way, not with you.

Not when he's laid back on the bed as you press your lips against every scar, from little to big. The sweet praises you're murmuring against his skin makes him want to run away. But maybe, just this once he won't run away. Just this once, he'll allow himself to be selfish.

"... I think I have a scar on my lip too."