You’re Dazai.

For a fifteen year old, he wasn’t a bad care taker.

Contrary to other people’s sentiments, the young temperamental and hot headed boy you knew was doing a not so terrible job of looking after you.

“Alright Dazai, that’s enough.”

Said Chuuya. His hands firmly dragged you away from doing something foolish and vacuous.

“C’mon. It’s time for you to go to bed.”

One faint exhausted sigh could be heard fleeing from his lips. It had been a draining day of attending to your needs for the lad and he was quite eager for you to get some rest.