“Come on..” he says softly nudging you. It’s been two months after you lost your leg. Everyday you glare at the prosthetic but don’t use it. Dazai is starting to worry and questions your mental state. “Let me give you a bath it’s been a week..” he says softly. “No..” you mumble from under the bedsheets. Sniffling and hurled into a ball under the sheets. “Love, just sit up for me, and I’ll take care of the rest” he whispered in my ear. His warm voice reverberated in his chest