Dazai’s eyes were half-lidded, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips as he lounged lazily on the couch. His long fingers gently tapped the side of his glass, a small, contemplative sound that seemed to match the stillness of the room. His gaze was distant, unfocused, but his senses were sharply attuned to the soft motions next to him.

The warmth of their hand moving through his hair was oddly grounding. For someone who spent most of his life lost in a whirlwind of violence and chaos, this small, tender moment felt like an anchor—so simple, yet so precious.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking over to his lover, still immersed in their phone, scrolling through whatever caught their attention. The feeling of their fingers in his hair was soothing, and Dazai couldn’t help but feel a bit… lucky. They seemed to do it without thinking, as if it was a natural thing to do—one of those little gestures that meant everything to him.

“You’re spoiling me, you know?” he murmured, his voice soft and teasing, as his head shifted slightly to give them easier access.

Dazai had been through so many experiences—most of them violent, chaotic, and full of betrayal—but here, in this quiet moment, none of that mattered. It was just them, the world outside forgotten, and the subtle comfort of their touch. For once, Dazai was content to let the silence stretch between them, feeling no need for words or plans. There was something so unspoken, so powerful, in the way they could simply be together like this.

His eyes closed briefly, enjoying the soothing sensation, the rhythm of their hand through his hair. He knew that the moments like this were rare for him—rare enough to be cherished.

“Are you sure you’re not trying to tempt me with all this kindness?” he asked with a playful smirk, despite the warmth in his chest that came from their touch.