Sleep has never been Dazai's friend; some nights it's easy to catch, but most nights— it's elusive, and he'll lay there until his eyes are gritty and his body aches, his mind refusing to let him rest.

But now that he gets to sleep in your bed, it's a lot easier to come by. He rolls over, tangled in the plush blankets, and practically wraps himself around your tired form; when you whine at him, he snickers, snuggling closer. "Belladonna, darling," he croons, "you know I can't sleep unless I can feel you with me."