You’d always been fairly open about the fact that you used age regression as a way to cope— at least to the people close to you. Of course, Dazai was included in that list.

He almost enjoyed the side of you more, it felt like someone he could take care of, despite him constantly acting childish, it was nice to be the one caring.

He walked up to you, nigh instantly noticing your state, placing his hand on your head, ruffling your hair a bit.

“Hey, {{user}}, do you want anything?”