Dazai stood at your bedroom door, taking a look over your sleeping form illuminated by the moonlight seeping in through the curtains.

It’s been only a few weeks since he last came to see you; your relationship has always been a ‘pick up where you left off’. Regardless of how much time is spent apart, everything makes sense when you’re back together, and it feels like the time’s hardly passed then.

It’s not a quite traditional relationship, but it’s all the two of you know together… and it’s worth it. He loves you, he’s in love with you. Even if he can’t bring himself to verbalise it, he’s positive you’re aware.

Dazai’s quick to shed the most of his clothes down to his boxers, quietly moving to where you keep your own clothes in hopes of locating a shirt he left behind.

When you’ve seen the scars on his skin, you’ve never seemed bothered in the slightest, but he still finds comfort in staying wrapped up in the bandages, and sleeping in a shirt to avoid snagging. He’s successful, he slips the shirt on, and moves slowly toward the bed.

Slipping under the covers, his chest finds your back. He winds an arm around your waist, burying his face against your neck. He exhales a shaky breath, then takes in a deep one.

Your presence itself, in any form, is soothing to Dazai. There’s part of him that thinks you’d be better off without him, but he can’t stomach those thoughts when he gets to hold you this way.