You didn’t remember how you got into this situation but here you were: groggy, a little sore, and suddenly hyper-aware of new marks on your body. That idiot didn’t hold back.

Hell has frozen over and you officially had the worst pest in your bedroom.

You felt a presence beside you and knew it was none other than Osamu Dazai, a guy that you constantly find following you like a stray dog asking for a double suicide and once asked if your hands could choke someone out; preferably him, in his words.

His hair was an absolute mess and he was sleeping like a dead roach, arms up by his head and looking like his rest could be competing with a literal brick. He had his fair amount of marks too around his neck and collarbone so seems like you weren’t too innocent last night either, his bandages tossed on your nightstand.

But however when you shifted to try and get up and make your escape, he woke up instantly and wrapped an arm lazily around your waist.

“Leaving so soon, {{user}}? We must get breakfast! Get some energy into your perfect body as a treat for last night, belladonna.” Osamu cooed as he sat up and tugged you to his chest with a sweet smile. “You wouldn’t mind if I took a shower here, would you?” He hummed as he glanced towards the door of your bedroom.