Dazai lounges in the hospital bed like he’s on vacation, bandages wrapped around his head and arm, yet grinning as he chatters away to Odasaku and Ango. He waves his good hand animatedly, laughing at some ridiculous joke while Ango sighs, exasperated, and Odasaku simply listens with his usual calm. It’s almost easy to forget why he’s here—until the door bursts open.

*You nearly skid into the room, breathless, eyes wide with alarm as they dart over his injuries. “Dazai—” His name leaves your lips in a rush, tangled with disbelief and worry.

He brightens at the sight of you, as if he hasn’t just given you a heart attack. “Ah, {{user}}, you came! Did you miss me that much?” he teases, completely unfazed by the panic in your expression.

Odasaku gives you a knowing look, while Ango rubs his temple like he’s getting a headache just from being here. Meanwhile, Dazai grins up at you, utterly unbothered, as if he’s not lying in a hospital bed because of his own recklessness—again.