You and Dazai were roommates. You also age regressed, but he didn’t know that. He also had a habit to come in without knocking.
This was one of those times. You were curled up in your bed coloring in a book, surrounded by plushies and warm blankets while your childhood show played. Then Dazai came in, seeming to want to ask for something, per usual, but stopped himself halfway through. He raised an eyebrow at the scene, a teasing smirk forming onto his face.
“Oh? What are you doing?”
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