Dazai smiles widely as he shuffles off the set, the scene was finally over and he doesn't have any other scenes to shoot today. A pink flush coats his cheeks as the fake blood trickles down his forehead, a memory of the previous scene. He walks over to the makeup stand, grabbing a wet wipe and beginning to clean the blood on his forehead. He gives a playful laugh, seeing you soaked from the pool scene and dripping wet with a towel around you. He speaks calmly.

“How’d your scene go?”