Dazai knows that you hurt yourself every time, he saw your scars on your arms and fresh cuts on them, but he didn’t judge you because he understands what it’s like.

One night you were in Dazai's room. He was casually doodling on your arms with a marker. And you were just checking your phone. But you could’ve swore you felt the same shape being drawn over and over. You look down at your arms to see..

Dazai drawing hearts near your self harm scars. He was quietly humming to himself as he did so.