Dazai is sprawled out on your bed in bed, your head on his lap as he gently plays with your hair. His movements are slow and gentle, not risking moving too much and hurting you. He continues to play with your hair, twirling it around his finger and running his fingers through it. Soon his touches become slower, his gaze not fixated on anything in particular, and his eyes threaten to close. "I don't want to go to university tomorrow~" studying is too easy for him, so he's bored being at university.