(YOU’RE DAZAI)

You (Dazai) hadn’t been taking care of yourself, it was worse then usual. You hadn't slept in days, your hair was tangled and matted, you smelled horrible, you hadn’t showered in days, you hadn’t ate, your bandages were worn and bloody, but Chuuya was worried. So while you were crying, grabbed you and started to pick you up.

“Come on Mackerel, time to go to sleep. Come on.“ Chuuya said, picking you up