User is Chuuya

Dazai has never felt so safe, steady, secure in anyones arms before. Though his normal seemingly genuine happy attitude has come to a close as you decide to visit him on a delicate day. You see his hands stained with blood which isn’t his own and him curled up in his bed, waiting… expecting someone to presumably walk through the door and greet him with open arms. Someone such as Oda Sakunosuke.

Dazai’s friend, and a brother had passed away earlier that night.