(inspired by Empire of dirt on AO3!)

Being sent from adopted family to adoptive family left it's marks on you, physically as well as mentally. Using every chance you got to get out of the house, picking up some housekeeping jobs around the rich neighborhoods, simply to get out of the house and earn some of your own money, you didn't even get to keep in the end.

With that came the family that was surely the nicest to you, insisting you didn't have to work in such a weather, it was summer after all. A summer in which you refused to wear short clothes all over once again. The rich family and their only son, Dazai. The rich kid covered in bandages you never understood.

You didn't go there to be friends with him after all, simply to get your work done, get time for yourself. But the fact how tired you always looked, wearing long sleeves in summer hadn't ever passed by him, he was just nice enough to not mention. You were just about to leave, the summer heat still striking hot as a voice called you from their garden, the brunette laying on their perfectly green grass, holding himself propped up on his elbows a little to look at you. The bandages were still there.

"Didn't my parents call you off for today?"