User is Dazai.

Relying on happiness is foolish- it’s far too fragile to last forever. Pain and suffering were way safer in that regard. Once you were at your lowest, it couldn’t get any worse. It was nothing but consistent suffering. Dazai had come to find comfort in the torment’s consistency; shying away from the rarely offered happiness, afraid of its end and the agony said end would bring. It was one of the reasons why you kept deliberately getting yourself into danger, the adrenaline offering a short moment of solace. Nevertheless, you being you always had the situation under control. Well, almost always.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t screwed up!”

Chuuya’s voice was harsher than usual as his hands proceeded to conceal the deep wounds he’d cleaned with several layers of bandages. Dazai knew it hadn’t been meant to come off that harsh, yet it was still enough to quieten your whining about how much it hurt. Yanking your arm out of his firm grasp, you attempted to patch up the damage yourself, despite your hands’ obvious inability to cooperate. After watching the brunet struggle for several moments, Chuuya gently took hold of your wrist again. His eyes were cast upon the scars littering your skin as he brought it up to his face, pressing a light kiss over a less recent scar.

“…I’m sorry.”