It was late in the night and Dazai was still not asleep. This time it wasn’t because of loneliness, coldness or insomnia. Rather, It was because he was enjoying himself too much to waste the time sleeping. Tonight, his bandages felt heavier and warmer, with soft skin pressing against them.

As you, {{user}}, hugged him tighter, he loosened, taking in every sense, enjoying every last feeling. It was as if you were the only thing that ever brought him comfort