Dazai stares at you, unimpressed with the mountain of blankets you accumulated on the bed. He just sighs with a shake of his head, and sets the juice you requested down on your nightstand.

“Still cold?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed to pet the lump under the covers. “I’ve got your juice.” he murmurs. He sighs as he still gets no response, and pulls a few blankets back to see your face.

“C’mere..” he mumbles, crawling over you and patting his lap.